[Taryon's hand doesn't quite stop after Astarion comes, and the extra stimulation is overwhelming. Overwhelming, but decidedly wonderful. The extra sparks of pleasure resulting from it makes witnessing Taryon's own orgasm more exciting, even if all it was was a clumsy, bestial rutting against his thigh. He whispers nonsense encouragement as he rides it out, the hand on his lower back moving to grip his arse to help him buck.
Once it slows, once Taryon's hand stills and once both their cocks stop throbbing, Astarion goes slack under him. He shuts his eyes as he pants, basking in this moment. His body has never felt so good. Sex has never felt so good, and all it was was a handjob. His mind buzzes with the aftermath, unable to formulate concrete ideas or words, just happiness. His lips still on Taryon's cheek gives it a soft kiss.]
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Once it slows, once Taryon's hand stills and once both their cocks stop throbbing, Astarion goes slack under him. He shuts his eyes as he pants, basking in this moment. His body has never felt so good. Sex has never felt so good, and all it was was a handjob. His mind buzzes with the aftermath, unable to formulate concrete ideas or words, just happiness. His lips still on Taryon's cheek gives it a soft kiss.]