[A warm hum eminates from Taryon's throat. He's precious. Too precious. He rubs his palm under Astarion's scrotum, too afraid that squeezing it will damage it, but desiring to simply feel its weight in his hand.
And it's fun to hold. Hopefully Astarion doesn't doesn't mind.
He slides his hand back onto the shaft, and with it, he slides himself along Astarion's leg. Taryon sighs and rests his head by Astarion's ear. From time to time, as his cock twitches, he puffs a short, hot breath to the rhythm of his hand moving up and down.]
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And it's fun to hold. Hopefully Astarion doesn't doesn't mind.
He slides his hand back onto the shaft, and with it, he slides himself along Astarion's leg. Taryon sighs and rests his head by Astarion's ear. From time to time, as his cock twitches, he puffs a short, hot breath to the rhythm of his hand moving up and down.]