[It's slow, romantic, something straight out of a novel. It has been years since he last was like this with a man he considered a friend, only this time, the anxiety of being discovered is greatly lessened. He can stop his fingers to allow the kiss on his ear to fully heat him up, to listen to the wind beckoning him to adventure.
Taryon is more experienced this time around, and he knows how to trace the contours of the muscles on Astarion's chest as he continues working. One button undone, more exploration. Another button, and he draws a circle around a nipple.
He sighs and leans into Astarion's kiss. As Taryon undoes the final buttons, his half-lidded eyes watch the hazy image of the exposed pecs that beg to he touched.
He pushes the shirt off his shoulders, reciprocating Astarion's efforts, and rests a hand on a pec, pressing his thumb into the skin.] Do you like this?
[Touched, like this. Something Taryon wonders was ever genuinely answered by Astarion. He has to start somewhere. Someone has to treat him right.]
...Wow, you're...I can feel a good bit of muscle under there.
[A finger so close to a sensitive spot makes his breath catch, his own fingers pausing and twitching as he explores Taryon's shoulders before they continue on their way up Taryon's neck, thumbs running along his jaw as they kiss once more.]
I do...
[He moans in reply, letting his shirt drop behind him to the bed, arching his back to press his chest into the calloused hand. It feels nice, being explored, appreciated--
--and then Taryon says that. He pulls back, eyebrows raised in surprise.]
I may be no barbarian, but...!
[He can't even decide if he is confused or offended, so his voice comes out as a squawk.]
[Taryon lets his arms go slack as they kiss. There's a certain joy in letting another take over while you relax, he's found.
His other hand joins in on feeling up Astarion's chest. Gods, it's wonderful to admire another man's physique.] I never really though about how involved your exercises must be to use a knife. It's subtle, but it's there.
[And maybe Taryon is just using this as an excuse to wipe his palms over his chest. It's allowed, they're going to have sex.]
[He relaxes, chuckling at both Taryon and himself, looking down to watch as the hands feel over the planes of his chest. His nipples, already piqued, stiffen further under the touches.]
I also do archery, I'll have you know. [He slides a hand up one of Taryon's arms until it hooks gently at the nape of his neck. With a small pull, he urges him to lay down with him as he shifts onto the bed, shoes already toed off. He rests on his side, waiting, looking up at him through his eyelashes.]
How elegant of you. [Not a surprise, considering his use of the crossbow in recent fights, but still impressive to hear.
Never has lying down on a bed been this thrilling: a promise of more than cuddling and kissing swells an invisible balloon in his chest, and once his head hits the pillow, he cannot find any motivation to fall asleep. His eyes are wide open in his eager to take in all of Astarion, who is available and willing to be looked at. Taryon thinks of himself as being a bit of a scoundrel in the moment, admiring the physicality of a bare man, how his lips curl as his smiles, the eyes that tempt carnal thoughts out into the open.]
Taryon lays a hand on Astarion's cheek.] How do you want me to touch you? [Taryon's eyes want everything. They want his fingers to trace his outline. They want their bodies pressed together. They want to see Astarion's arousal met his own. Yet here, lying so peacefully, he would be a crude philistine to ruin this moment of peace with an impatient handling.]
[It was hard to tell if Taryon was excited for a new toy or for sex, such was the sheer exuberance on his face. He was quite a precious man, wasn't he?
Taryon looking him over isn't terrible. He doesn't feel put off, doesn't feel his mind shut down to ignore feeling like a slab of meat. It feels nice, to see someone he cares about, who he wants physically as well, viewing him the same way Astarion is him. It helps he can still sense the affection in Taryon's behaviour, and when he places his hand on his cheek, the touch soft and assuring, this fact only sinks in more.
It was odd to be asked that, however. He doesn't know how to answer, and it almost makes him anxious, but the warm hand on his cheek calms him. He shifts closer, until he has to mix his feet with Taryon's and he can feel his breath ghost his face.]
Like this is good for the moment.
[He illustrates by resting his own hand on Taryon's side, rubbing slowly down his ribs to his hip, and back up.]
Touch me as you would like, anywhere you like. [A pliant kiss to Taryon's lips, quick but wanting.] Find the spots that make us both squirm and gasp quietly until our passion can't be contained.
[And another kiss as his hand trails down again, this time his fingertips trailing off at the dip in Taryon's hip that disappears into his trousers.]
[The response is the least anxiety-inducing command Taryon could have received.] Like this is fine. [He strokes Astarion's cheek, sometimes dipping past his jawline, but standing on the shoreline of a deep ocean is no less uplifting that diving into dark, dangerous waters. Their appearances aren't tousled from a romp, and Taryon can feel himself strain against the fabric of his trousers just from eyeing Astarion's top half.
A simple touch - between legs, a soft kiss - already heats him, and he hopes it's warming Astarion just as much.
And he can only nod in response when a hand passes over his waist and ghosts away from his hip. If this is a game to see who can make the first squirm, Astarion has already won.
He initiates a new kiss, this time stroking Astarion's arm to get a good feel of the muscles there. A lean, but firm figure he finds. Not a warrior's strength that can hold him in a storm, but something with a hidden ability. He ends with a single finger brushing the back of Astarion's hand, then returns it to his chest.
Though they are pressed closer together, he managed to rub it down the midline of his torso, over his stomach, the stops just below the belly button.]
[He practically has his eyes closed like a contented cat as Taryon strokes his cheek, his neck, unwilling to close them all the way for fear of missing out on a particular look on Taryon's face as he explores Astarion with touch and sight.
So easily was Astarion aroused in these past several minutes, just from simple kisses and tender touches. The most lewd thing done to him so far was a finger near a nipple, and yet his cock was aching for Taryon's attention. The beautiful thing was, however, that Astarion was in no rush to get it over with.
He returns the kiss, pressing hungry lips to hungry lips, body tingling as Taryon traces down his arm--just his arm!--and causing him to squirm as well. But when that hand stops below his navel, so tantalizingly close, he groans encouragingly, hips rolling slightly into the touch thoughtlessly, and he parts his lips, tongue swiping over Taryon's lower lip. Begging.]
[Weeks ago, the tongue on his lip threw Taryon out of the mood. Here...he wants more. He wants the rolling hips and the moans from before, even if a messy kiss is the most frightening of all prospects.
He angles his head downward to break the kiss - ] Be slow, please. [If he will try something new, he doesn't have to rush into it and come out shaking. It had taken a lot, but that was a lesson Taryon had to integrate into his philosophy quickly.
His eyes gaze upward, pleading.] You know I'm not all that experienced.
[And Astarion is good with inexperienced people. He knows for a fact; he wants to be taught by an expert and find instant mastery of the skills of lovemaking.
His wandering hand now holding Astarion's hip, which soon slips behind his thigh as he leans into the new kiss, parting his mouth a crack and exhaling hot air before taking Astarion's lips once more.]
[He had lost himself for a moment there, maybe seemed like he was pushing for more too fast. He is happy to take his time, however, guide Taryon... He smiles at him reassuringly, brushing hair back from his face.]
You're doing quite well so far. Half of this is just following the music of your desires without worrying if you know the steps to the waltz.
[air was astounding how Taryon skipping over his arse to grab his thigh was somehow sexier than if he had gone right for it. He responds to it by shifting the thigh forward, overlapping Taryon's leg, bringing their crotches dangerously close together.
at the same time, he feels Taryon's living breath on his lips before their mouths meet again, and this time the man's is an invitation to enter. The best way to teach him would be to show him, and so he eases the tip of his tongue in. Slow and careful. Like approaching a skittish animal. He flicks it over Taryon's tongue once, then more slow, tasting him.]
[Taryon is throbbing between his legs. If they can kiss just a bit longer, if he can rub his hand down and up the back of Astarion's thigh, could their arousals grow enough to meet in the middle?
Probably, considering how his hair being brushed back and a slight bit of praise warms him up. Despite the lack of a shirt, it seems that the air conditioning has stopped working. That will have to be addressed later, after Taryon tries this new kiss.
It's wet...different. Where a cock is often dry save for a string of leakage and hardened, a tongue teasing his lips is wet and flexible. It has a mind of its own, but it has Astarion's saliva on it, just like any deep kiss - so why be bothered? It kind of tickles.
Taryon cracks open more of his mouth, signaling Astarion that this is going well. It barely makes it past his lips when he senses a light flick on his own tongue. His shoulder jump, but he tightens his hold on Astarion's thigh, pulling it upward and closer.
As Astarion licks him again, Taryon raises the tip of his tongue to meet him. It's a bizarre sensation, one that he's got to try more often to figure out how he feels about it, but it's not bad. It's not terrifying when they go slowly, as long as their contact is minimal.
He hums something small into their mouths, as the two shyly touch each other by slightly probing one another, but it's plenty enough to inspire Taryon for more. If Astarion wants to be touched, he should be touched. Tary's hand now slides upward, feeling up the form of a leg until it rests under a buttock to squeeze the round form from beneath.]
[He groans into the kiss as his leg is pulled closer, and hooks his calf around Taryon's leg. A roll one way or another would finally bring their hips together, but Astarion doesn't know which way he wants it to go. He's too distracted, anyway, concentrating on how Taryon reacts to the kissing. His tongue greets his, bashful, and it's utterly adorable. It does remind him of Sebastian, but less hurried, as Taryon is in no danger after all. Astarion cups his cheek, fingers sinking into the thick blond strands that drape over his ear, his tongue circling around Taryon's like a close, slow dance.]
Mm!
[Another sound, this time as his arse is suddenly squeezed, and a new shock of pleasure shoots through him. It feels nice, yes, but the way Taryon did it, an act of domination but not like that. Not annoying or frightening. Astarion wants to melt.
His mind made up, he breaks the kiss with a little suck to Taryon's tongue and rolls onto his back, using his hooked leg and hand at the back of his head to urge Taryon to roll on top of him.]
[Taryon chases Astarion's face as his tongue pulls out, but the end to their exploration is not a net loss. Astarion now lays on his back, with his head resting on a pillow and his hair splayed around him in wavy silvery rays. The next step to take is clear. Astarion would be exquisite when viewed from above, and even Taryon can sense from the tugging that's what Astarion wants, too.
He lifts himself onto his elbows and rolls onto his hands and knees, one leg between the elf's and their crotches a mere inch from touching. His golden locks fall and frame his head against the low light of the ceiling lamp, darkening his view. It's still enough for his wandering gaze to take in the lines of his face, the smile, the warm eyes, the wrists that could easily be grabbed, and too many options to pick in one night.]
I'm so...I can't wait to finally have this— mm! [In his effor to lean in for another kiss, his legs slide and lower his body. A hardened bulge lowers itself onto Astarion's, pumping it until it strains against the fabric of his trousers.]
[Taryon looks quite good over him like this. The light above lit his hair like a halo, making the color more golden than typical, and his blue eyes are still shining with excitement, but the pupils wider with lust. One of the carefully styled ends of his moustache was askew. Astarion's stomach does a grossly happy flip just looking at him from this new perspective. Gods, he was happy, wasn't he?
Both his hands reach to cup Taryon's face, head lifting to meet him for that kiss--]
Ah!
[That wasn't a particularly good yelp this time around. He twists under him to get some of the weight off his crotch, but not enough to roll over or throw Taryon off.]
Gods, Tary! Let me at least orgasm once before you break it!
[Taryon rises and quickly falls onto his stomach with a small "oof" as he hits the bedsheets. Now his dick struck something hard and uncomfortable: Astarion's hip bone.]
Oh, fuck! [He rolls onto his side and hisses while pressing his hand into the injured spot on his crotch.] Shit, shit, shit shit shit.
[It registers that Astarion just touched his dick - no, squeezed it, and the pain was more concerning than the very first moment his boyfriend pushed their relationship into sexual territory.
He sits up and keeps his hand on his crotch.] That's alright. I don't mind! You, um, have sharp bones, is all.
[They were doing so well until now. Taryon is still hard, but Astarion might not be in the mood anymore.]
Just asking. [Taryon lifts his hand from his crotch, and seeing no bleeding or immediately distressing signs, he sits back with his legs spread.]
Hoooh, boy. [Relief: from the pain, and from the knowledge that he ruined this night.] Just- give me a moment. I...
[He reaches to undo his belt, but pauses. Opening up his trousers could help, but he must recall: that's his boyfriend right there. His boyfriend who wants to see him naked. The boyfriend who wants to have sex.
Taryon holds out a hand.] That "concerned grope" you did earlier - could we...? Will that help if I do that?
[He huffs a laugh as Taryon looks at his hand like he expected viscera to be caked on it. He hit his hip hard but surely not that hard.
He watches him reach for his belt, and he had an uncharacteristic excited spark rush through him at such a stupidly simple thought as Taryon undoing his pants to ease the pain in his dick, but Astarion supposes this is what his life is now. When Taryon hesitates, he tears his eyes away, about to sheepishly offer to look away if he needed he beats him to the punch by asking that.]
Are you asking for a healing handjob, Taryon?
[He can't help the coy smirk that twists his lips.]
[He fully titters now. He really can't tell if Taryon is making a joke or he was saying that in earnest, but it didn't matter to Astarion. It amused him either way.]
No, it wouldn't. As long as you don't tumble onto me again.
[A gentle tease.]
But let us... yes, let us take off our trousers, and we shall go from there, all right?
[It felt odd to just get fully nude and sit there with their hands on each other's cocks. Friction was friction, of course, but they had been having such a lovely moment, he wanted to try to return to it and not continue on like a couple of weird idiots.
[He senses another blush coming and curls his shoulders to ineffetively fight it. The light, airy laughter coming directly after moving on from Taryon's mishap tells him to see this all as a joke - a bad joke, but worth moving on.
That, and Astarion's voice is doing something to him in the moment.]
I swear I will be more careful this time. [He mutters as he looks down at his own lap while Astarion works to free himself. Funny how rushing to soothe himself calms all of his nerves regarding stripping before someone new.
Once he unzips himself and pulls down his briefs, he raises his eyes to watch Astarion. It's only natural that he compares what they're packing and see what he's getting himself into. Or onto.]
[He tosses the rest of his clothes aside, and following his ingrained instincts turns to recline in an elegantly alluring way, showing off his beauty, cock mostly hard and heavy on his thigh.
Taryon has seen him practically fully nude at the love hotel, but with the last vestiges of modesty gone it's obvious Astarion is completely hairless, and his prick a good length, longer than an average human, but also slimmer.
He allows himself a moment to take a look at the whole of Taryon, no swim trunks to hide behind this time, and the urge to immediately take him in hand is strong, but instead his hand reaches for Taryon's cheek again.]
[Taryon, seeing a bare elf for the first time, finds the length indimitating, but the size not giving him the same degree of a heart attack as when he saw a naked goliath. He can't imagine swallowing all that...but taking him shouldn't be too bad. If the latter is what Astarion wants, perhaps it's time that Tary take the plunge and be penetrated for the first time.
It's so easy to reach out and grab him. He's incredibly smooth around his crotch, unlike the carpet of hair that frame's Taryons heavy cock and paints his chest. Less hair to get everywhere means it's easier to clean. Convenient.
A hand to his cheek reminds him that there's more to be done than stare and theoreticize on sex. There's plenty of experimenting to do right now!] Sorry - you're quite distracting.
[Taryon folds his pants into three parts (can't have too many wrinkles to iron out in the morning), and sets it on the nearby stand before he lies facing Astarion. He scoots closer, more intimate than earlier until their cocks barely touch, and he sighs into the kiss.
This is better. Better than holding back too long and getting hurt. Better now that they that nothing blocking each other's bodies and hiding their shared warmth.]
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Taryon is more experienced this time around, and he knows how to trace the contours of the muscles on Astarion's chest as he continues working. One button undone, more exploration. Another button, and he draws a circle around a nipple.
He sighs and leans into Astarion's kiss. As Taryon undoes the final buttons, his half-lidded eyes watch the hazy image of the exposed pecs that beg to he touched.
He pushes the shirt off his shoulders, reciprocating Astarion's efforts, and rests a hand on a pec, pressing his thumb into the skin.] Do you like this?
[Touched, like this. Something Taryon wonders was ever genuinely answered by Astarion. He has to start somewhere. Someone has to treat him right.]
...Wow, you're...I can feel a good bit of muscle under there.
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I do...
[He moans in reply, letting his shirt drop behind him to the bed, arching his back to press his chest into the calloused hand. It feels nice, being explored, appreciated--
--and then Taryon says that. He pulls back, eyebrows raised in surprise.]
I may be no barbarian, but...!
[He can't even decide if he is confused or offended, so his voice comes out as a squawk.]
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His other hand joins in on feeling up Astarion's chest. Gods, it's wonderful to admire another man's physique.] I never really though about how involved your exercises must be to use a knife. It's subtle, but it's there.
[And maybe Taryon is just using this as an excuse to wipe his palms over his chest. It's allowed, they're going to have sex.]
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I also do archery, I'll have you know. [He slides a hand up one of Taryon's arms until it hooks gently at the nape of his neck. With a small pull, he urges him to lay down with him as he shifts onto the bed, shoes already toed off. He rests on his side, waiting, looking up at him through his eyelashes.]
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Never has lying down on a bed been this thrilling: a promise of more than cuddling and kissing swells an invisible balloon in his chest, and once his head hits the pillow, he cannot find any motivation to fall asleep. His eyes are wide open in his eager to take in all of Astarion, who is available and willing to be looked at. Taryon thinks of himself as being a bit of a scoundrel in the moment, admiring the physicality of a bare man, how his lips curl as his smiles, the eyes that tempt carnal thoughts out into the open.]
Taryon lays a hand on Astarion's cheek.] How do you want me to touch you? [Taryon's eyes want everything. They want his fingers to trace his outline. They want their bodies pressed together. They want to see Astarion's arousal met his own. Yet here, lying so peacefully, he would be a crude philistine to ruin this moment of peace with an impatient handling.]
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Taryon looking him over isn't terrible. He doesn't feel put off, doesn't feel his mind shut down to ignore feeling like a slab of meat. It feels nice, to see someone he cares about, who he wants physically as well, viewing him the same way Astarion is him. It helps he can still sense the affection in Taryon's behaviour, and when he places his hand on his cheek, the touch soft and assuring, this fact only sinks in more.
It was odd to be asked that, however. He doesn't know how to answer, and it almost makes him anxious, but the warm hand on his cheek calms him. He shifts closer, until he has to mix his feet with Taryon's and he can feel his breath ghost his face.]
Like this is good for the moment.
[He illustrates by resting his own hand on Taryon's side, rubbing slowly down his ribs to his hip, and back up.]
Touch me as you would like, anywhere you like. [A pliant kiss to Taryon's lips, quick but wanting.] Find the spots that make us both squirm and gasp quietly until our passion can't be contained.
[And another kiss as his hand trails down again, this time his fingertips trailing off at the dip in Taryon's hip that disappears into his trousers.]
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A simple touch - between legs, a soft kiss - already heats him, and he hopes it's warming Astarion just as much.
And he can only nod in response when a hand passes over his waist and ghosts away from his hip. If this is a game to see who can make the first squirm, Astarion has already won.
He initiates a new kiss, this time stroking Astarion's arm to get a good feel of the muscles there. A lean, but firm figure he finds. Not a warrior's strength that can hold him in a storm, but something with a hidden ability. He ends with a single finger brushing the back of Astarion's hand, then returns it to his chest.
Though they are pressed closer together, he managed to rub it down the midline of his torso, over his stomach, the stops just below the belly button.]
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So easily was Astarion aroused in these past several minutes, just from simple kisses and tender touches. The most lewd thing done to him so far was a finger near a nipple, and yet his cock was aching for Taryon's attention. The beautiful thing was, however, that Astarion was in no rush to get it over with.
He returns the kiss, pressing hungry lips to hungry lips, body tingling as Taryon traces down his arm--just his arm!--and causing him to squirm as well. But when that hand stops below his navel, so tantalizingly close, he groans encouragingly, hips rolling slightly into the touch thoughtlessly, and he parts his lips, tongue swiping over Taryon's lower lip. Begging.]
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He angles his head downward to break the kiss - ] Be slow, please. [If he will try something new, he doesn't have to rush into it and come out shaking. It had taken a lot, but that was a lesson Taryon had to integrate into his philosophy quickly.
His eyes gaze upward, pleading.] You know I'm not all that experienced.
[And Astarion is good with inexperienced people. He knows for a fact; he wants to be taught by an expert and find instant mastery of the skills of lovemaking.
His wandering hand now holding Astarion's hip, which soon slips behind his thigh as he leans into the new kiss, parting his mouth a crack and exhaling hot air before taking Astarion's lips once more.]
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[He had lost himself for a moment there, maybe seemed like he was pushing for more too fast. He is happy to take his time, however, guide Taryon... He smiles at him reassuringly, brushing hair back from his face.]
You're doing quite well so far. Half of this is just following the music of your desires without worrying if you know the steps to the waltz.
[air was astounding how Taryon skipping over his arse to grab his thigh was somehow sexier than if he had gone right for it. He responds to it by shifting the thigh forward, overlapping Taryon's leg, bringing their crotches dangerously close together.
at the same time, he feels Taryon's living breath on his lips before their mouths meet again, and this time the man's is an invitation to enter. The best way to teach him would be to show him, and so he eases the tip of his tongue in. Slow and careful. Like approaching a skittish animal. He flicks it over Taryon's tongue once, then more slow, tasting him.]
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Probably, considering how his hair being brushed back and a slight bit of praise warms him up. Despite the lack of a shirt, it seems that the air conditioning has stopped working. That will have to be addressed later, after Taryon tries this new kiss.
It's wet...different. Where a cock is often dry save for a string of leakage and hardened, a tongue teasing his lips is wet and flexible. It has a mind of its own, but it has Astarion's saliva on it, just like any deep kiss - so why be bothered? It kind of tickles.
Taryon cracks open more of his mouth, signaling Astarion that this is going well. It barely makes it past his lips when he senses a light flick on his own tongue. His shoulder jump, but he tightens his hold on Astarion's thigh, pulling it upward and closer.
As Astarion licks him again, Taryon raises the tip of his tongue to meet him. It's a bizarre sensation, one that he's got to try more often to figure out how he feels about it, but it's not bad. It's not terrifying when they go slowly, as long as their contact is minimal.
He hums something small into their mouths, as the two shyly touch each other by slightly probing one another, but it's plenty enough to inspire Taryon for more. If Astarion wants to be touched, he should be touched. Tary's hand now slides upward, feeling up the form of a leg until it rests under a buttock to squeeze the round form from beneath.]
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[He groans into the kiss as his leg is pulled closer, and hooks his calf around Taryon's leg. A roll one way or another would finally bring their hips together, but Astarion doesn't know which way he wants it to go. He's too distracted, anyway, concentrating on how Taryon reacts to the kissing. His tongue greets his, bashful, and it's utterly adorable. It does remind him of Sebastian, but less hurried, as Taryon is in no danger after all. Astarion cups his cheek, fingers sinking into the thick blond strands that drape over his ear, his tongue circling around Taryon's like a close, slow dance.]
Mm!
[Another sound, this time as his arse is suddenly squeezed, and a new shock of pleasure shoots through him. It feels nice, yes, but the way Taryon did it, an act of domination but not like that. Not annoying or frightening. Astarion wants to melt.
His mind made up, he breaks the kiss with a little suck to Taryon's tongue and rolls onto his back, using his hooked leg and hand at the back of his head to urge Taryon to roll on top of him.]
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He lifts himself onto his elbows and rolls onto his hands and knees, one leg between the elf's and their crotches a mere inch from touching. His golden locks fall and frame his head against the low light of the ceiling lamp, darkening his view. It's still enough for his wandering gaze to take in the lines of his face, the smile, the warm eyes, the wrists that could easily be grabbed, and too many options to pick in one night.]
I'm so...I can't wait to finally have this— mm! [In his effor to lean in for another kiss, his legs slide and lower his body. A hardened bulge lowers itself onto Astarion's, pumping it until it strains against the fabric of his trousers.]
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Both his hands reach to cup Taryon's face, head lifting to meet him for that kiss--]
Ah!
[That wasn't a particularly good yelp this time around. He twists under him to get some of the weight off his crotch, but not enough to roll over or throw Taryon off.]
Gods, Tary! Let me at least orgasm once before you break it!
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Oh, fuck! [He rolls onto his side and hisses while pressing his hand into the injured spot on his crotch.] Shit, shit, shit shit shit.
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[He exclaims, automatically reaching forward and likewise pressing his hand to Taryon's crotch, as if that would help with the pain.]
Oh, shit, uh--
[He swiftly pulls his hand away.]
That was a concerned grope.
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[It registers that Astarion just touched his dick - no, squeezed it, and the pain was more concerning than the very first moment his boyfriend pushed their relationship into sexual territory.
He sits up and keeps his hand on his crotch.] That's alright. I don't mind! You, um, have sharp bones, is all.
[They were doing so well until now. Taryon is still hard, but Astarion might not be in the mood anymore.]
...Are you...still up for doing stuff?
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[He retorts. Too proud to put a soothing hand on his own junk, he just shifts one way then the other.]
What?
[He blinks at him dumbly, not expecting that question.]
Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?
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Hoooh, boy. [Relief: from the pain, and from the knowledge that he ruined this night.] Just- give me a moment. I...
[He reaches to undo his belt, but pauses. Opening up his trousers could help, but he must recall: that's his boyfriend right there. His boyfriend who wants to see him naked. The boyfriend who wants to have sex.
Taryon holds out a hand.] That "concerned grope" you did earlier - could we...? Will that help if I do that?
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He watches him reach for his belt, and he had an uncharacteristic excited spark rush through him at such a stupidly simple thought as Taryon undoing his pants to ease the pain in his dick, but Astarion supposes this is what his life is now. When Taryon hesitates, he tears his eyes away, about to sheepishly offer to look away if he needed he beats him to the punch by asking that.]
Are you asking for a healing handjob, Taryon?
[He can't help the coy smirk that twists his lips.]
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[And he wants a do-over of Astarion grabbing his dick, this time with him paying attention.]
We might as well do it to each other, right? [A lopsided grin.] It's not like it would hurt.
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No, it wouldn't. As long as you don't tumble onto me again.
[A gentle tease.]
But let us... yes, let us take off our trousers, and we shall go from there, all right?
[It felt odd to just get fully nude and sit there with their hands on each other's cocks. Friction was friction, of course, but they had been having such a lovely moment, he wanted to try to return to it and not continue on like a couple of weird idiots.
He begins to undo his own trousers.]
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That, and Astarion's voice is doing something to him in the moment.]
I swear I will be more careful this time. [He mutters as he looks down at his own lap while Astarion works to free himself. Funny how rushing to soothe himself calms all of his nerves regarding stripping before someone new.
Once he unzips himself and pulls down his briefs, he raises his eyes to watch Astarion. It's only natural that he compares what they're packing and see what he's getting himself into. Or onto.]
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Taryon has seen him practically fully nude at the love hotel, but with the last vestiges of modesty gone it's obvious Astarion is completely hairless, and his prick a good length, longer than an average human, but also slimmer.
He allows himself a moment to take a look at the whole of Taryon, no swim trunks to hide behind this time, and the urge to immediately take him in hand is strong, but instead his hand reaches for Taryon's cheek again.]
Come here, my dear. Kiss me. Hold me.
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It's so easy to reach out and grab him. He's incredibly smooth around his crotch, unlike the carpet of hair that frame's Taryons heavy cock and paints his chest. Less hair to get everywhere means it's easier to clean. Convenient.
A hand to his cheek reminds him that there's more to be done than stare and theoreticize on sex. There's plenty of experimenting to do right now!] Sorry - you're quite distracting.
[Taryon folds his pants into three parts (can't have too many wrinkles to iron out in the morning), and sets it on the nearby stand before he lies facing Astarion. He scoots closer, more intimate than earlier until their cocks barely touch, and he sighs into the kiss.
This is better. Better than holding back too long and getting hurt. Better now that they that nothing blocking each other's bodies and hiding their shared warmth.]
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