[He slows his hand and his hips, but he's not able to stop himself from periodically pressing his hips into the pale flesh.]
I-- I don't think I can last long enough... [He pulls his head back with his own pupils are blown wide open and strands of hair cling to his face. They were so close, or at least Taryon was. How could Astarion say that he was low on stamina when he can ask for more?]
Ah, but if that's what you want... [It's not about him. It's about making Astarion happy. It's easier to be inside someone than to open up to someone else, and he's not going to ruin something good for his boyfriend. He lets go of Astarion's cock, letting it hang stiffly in the air while he cups the underside of the unpinned thigh and raises it.]
no subject
[He slows his hand and his hips, but he's not able to stop himself from periodically pressing his hips into the pale flesh.]
I-- I don't think I can last long enough... [He pulls his head back with his own pupils are blown wide open and strands of hair cling to his face. They were so close, or at least Taryon was. How could Astarion say that he was low on stamina when he can ask for more?]
Ah, but if that's what you want... [It's not about him. It's about making Astarion happy. It's easier to be inside someone than to open up to someone else, and he's not going to ruin something good for his boyfriend. He lets go of Astarion's cock, letting it hang stiffly in the air while he cups the underside of the unpinned thigh and raises it.]