[Taryon moans directly into his ear. Imagine that - that tight mouth sucking him, feeling Astarion around him, maybe later, maybe later...
He shiver and writhes at the thought, and a dab of wetness spreads where his cock meets Astarion's hips. His hand tightens and slides upward to play with the tip again, just as before, just before they were interrupted, like they could fall into a magical tempo as if they were meant to be.]
Ah...Can you...I want to feel you. [He gasps after a particularly long moan, feeling as if he is not long for this world.]
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He shiver and writhes at the thought, and a dab of wetness spreads where his cock meets Astarion's hips. His hand tightens and slides upward to play with the tip again, just as before, just before they were interrupted, like they could fall into a magical tempo as if they were meant to be.]
Ah...Can you...I want to feel you. [He gasps after a particularly long moan, feeling as if he is not long for this world.]