[Taryon is so desperate. He wants to see Astarion come undone, to see him at the height of pleasure, so much he is withholding his own climax.
There was something utterly sweet about that, that it makes the whole of himself feel, well, loved.
Astarion's hands cling to Taryon, holding on to him as he feels himself teeter over the edge again and again, until that "please" pushes him over. His hips jerk into his hand as he spills, over and over, across his stomach and Taryon's hand. The sound he makes is a strangled cry as he presses his mouth against Taryon's cheek.]
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There was something utterly sweet about that, that it makes the whole of himself feel, well, loved.
Astarion's hands cling to Taryon, holding on to him as he feels himself teeter over the edge again and again, until that "please" pushes him over. His hips jerk into his hand as he spills, over and over, across his stomach and Taryon's hand. The sound he makes is a strangled cry as he presses his mouth against Taryon's cheek.]