[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.]
[The compliment, though not the first time he has heard it, makes his ear tips flush a light shade of pink--not as much as it would if he had more blood running through him, but he is also so extra pale it can be seen.
Taryon folding his pants is astonishing, honestly, but he files that in the back of his mind to tease him about later. Right now, more pressing matters are on his mind, after all.
He meets his kiss with the same passion as before, even despite the slight pang of pain still resonating in his crotch. He continues the slow tongue kissing, now trying to lead Taryon's into Astarion's mouth to explore it, but more imperatively he threads his legs in with Taryon's, bringing hips closer together. Their pricks don't get pressed together, but they now touch, one resting against the other's shaft. Astarion moans into the kiss, hand moving to Taryon's hip, fingers pressing into the softer flesh of his lower back.
Breaking the kiss with a soft sigh of Taryon's name, he trails his hand down to the other man's cock, fingers brushing over the shaft.]
[There's something right and good in the world when they are pressed together, their cocks pulsing together, and it's a better setting for exploring each other with their tongues. The air feels more humid, perfect for keeping his mouth open. Alas, Astarion is pulling away, daring Tary to do the same to him.
He licks Astarion's bottom lip: wet, but unimportant when his head is getting hazy. The leap to further exploration is interrupted - though not in a bad way, no, not at all - by hands roaming lower. Just above his ass. Legs tangled and refusing to part. And now a new pressure around his cock.
His hands are cool, no doubt thanks to the lack of blood, but this way, Taryon can sense every touch of his fingers as the pass over the reddened skin. It leaps excitedly at the foreign hand, and Taryon wraps an arm around Astarion to keep him from ever leaving. A hand brushes over the scars. He had never gotten the full story behind them, but he knows what sort of man Cazador was, and he knows that nothing good can come from reminding Astarion of them.
There's a pause as Taryon touches the scarred flesh for the first time.
He can't. Not now, not, when they're having something good. He takes Astarion's mouth in his and sticks the tip of his tongue inside to tap the inside of his lip.]
[Taryon was an eager learner, already taking to kissing with tongue with aplomb. A little too wet here or there, but Astarion has definitely had worse. And at least Taryon's taste is nice.
Being held closer after touching him intimately was nice. Lovely even. It felt like part of his pleasure depended on the fact it was Astarion, and he needed him to remain close. Not just a body. Not just a hand.
So engrossed was he he didn't even notice the slight hesitation after he touched his scars, and his mouth opens to him readily, his tongue curling around his own when it enters. Encouraged and excited, he cups Taryon's cock in his hand, palm pressing along the length of him, finger tips brushing against his balls as he rubs him. He sucks lightly on the tip of Taryon's tongue.]
Mmm! [Taryon pulls his tongue away, not from disgust at their tongues touching, but in surprise because damn it all, that hand feels really good. Better than anyone else that had handled it. He wouldn't think of rubbing just the palm to better tease his other parts, but gods, Astarion is the best, isn't he!
He releases his tongue from Astarion's lips to give him a wet lick to pant and catch his breath during their brief parting.] M- Astarion...
[The favor is supposed to be returned; neither partner should lie back and give nothing in return. His handling of Astarion is clumsy, and his fist is rather tight when he grabs his shaft. It's smooth to the touch, he finds once he lightens his hold, and the length is rather handy when he wants to make the upward stroke take a long, slow time.]
[He smiles, part a wicked grin, part fond, at Taryon's reaction to his touch. The poor man, he must have been aching for any sort of physical attention for a long time, hadn't he? Astarion is happy to be the one to satisfy his wants and needs...
He leans into his hold, feeling Taryon's body shudder in pleasure and listening to his heart thumping even louder All that blood in his body, rushing to a particular point, makes Astarion dizzy with hunger, in more ways than one.
Their lips remaining touching l, but in the moment neither kissing, just kissing, sighing, moaning into each other's mouths as they touch each other. He winces as he is gripped a little too rough too quickly, whispering:]
Ah, easy...easy, my dear...
[As his grip lessens, he hums in approval. He sucks his head, pressing his nose and mouth against Taryon's neck. Lips still parted, he pants against the heated skin, sometimes pressing a messy kiss or lick, but he mainly concentrated on his cock. His long, delicate hand picks up the pace of the rubs, nothing too quick or hard so Taryon doesn't climax too soon, but enough to make his body twitch and voice moan. Every down sweep of his hand he gathers Taryon's balls in his fingers, massaging them along with his shaft.]
Sorry... [Just a quick apology before he continues stroking Astarion, each movement transforming the soft but firm member into a hard rod. As he nears the base one time, he mimics Astarion by keeping his thumb wrapped around the girth while his fingers toy with Astarion's balls. It's an effective technique, considering how he pants into Astarion's mouth while he surges dangerously close to climiax as it's used on him.
Fingers flick the scrotum, and he manges to curl two around Astarion's balls - they're so heavy, so round and so smooth, and gods Taryon wants to keep on touching him. He wants to hear him love being touched and happier than ever all because of him. Because Taryon was perfect and loved as he is, and no one could split them apart. No father, no existing relationships, no circumstances where they are better off as friends.
He sighs Astarion's name and takes his balls into his fingers, leaving a few fingers hanging on his cock. A small squeeze here, and stroke there...there's certainly a new move that Taryon has learned today.]
[Taryon emulates him in his own way, a little clumsy, but not in a way that is worrisome. His enthusiasm makes up for finesse and, honestly, sends unexpected spikes of pleasure through his body.
He lays back on the bed, selfishly releasing Taryon's dick to just focus on what the man is doing to him. How he urges his shaft to hardness, how he seems to love to handle his sac like a precious but erotic item. He looks up at him through his eye lashes, red eyes dark from blown pupils, lips slightly parted as he breathes heavily.]
Taryon...That's good. [His back arches off the mattress, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as his cock does a particularly hard jump in his hand.] Nngh, so good...
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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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[The compliment, though not the first time he has heard it, makes his ear tips flush a light shade of pink--not as much as it would if he had more blood running through him, but he is also so extra pale it can be seen.
Taryon folding his pants is astonishing, honestly, but he files that in the back of his mind to tease him about later. Right now, more pressing matters are on his mind, after all.
He meets his kiss with the same passion as before, even despite the slight pang of pain still resonating in his crotch. He continues the slow tongue kissing, now trying to lead Taryon's into Astarion's mouth to explore it, but more imperatively he threads his legs in with Taryon's, bringing hips closer together. Their pricks don't get pressed together, but they now touch, one resting against the other's shaft. Astarion moans into the kiss, hand moving to Taryon's hip, fingers pressing into the softer flesh of his lower back.
Breaking the kiss with a soft sigh of Taryon's name, he trails his hand down to the other man's cock, fingers brushing over the shaft.]
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He licks Astarion's bottom lip: wet, but unimportant when his head is getting hazy. The leap to further exploration is interrupted - though not in a bad way, no, not at all - by hands roaming lower. Just above his ass. Legs tangled and refusing to part. And now a new pressure around his cock.
His hands are cool, no doubt thanks to the lack of blood, but this way, Taryon can sense every touch of his fingers as the pass over the reddened skin. It leaps excitedly at the foreign hand, and Taryon wraps an arm around Astarion to keep him from ever leaving. A hand brushes over the scars. He had never gotten the full story behind them, but he knows what sort of man Cazador was, and he knows that nothing good can come from reminding Astarion of them.
There's a pause as Taryon touches the scarred flesh for the first time.
He can't. Not now, not, when they're having something good. He takes Astarion's mouth in his and sticks the tip of his tongue inside to tap the inside of his lip.]
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Being held closer after touching him intimately was nice. Lovely even. It felt like part of his pleasure depended on the fact it was Astarion, and he needed him to remain close. Not just a body. Not just a hand.
So engrossed was he he didn't even notice the slight hesitation after he touched his scars, and his mouth opens to him readily, his tongue curling around his own when it enters. Encouraged and excited, he cups Taryon's cock in his hand, palm pressing along the length of him, finger tips brushing against his balls as he rubs him. He sucks lightly on the tip of Taryon's tongue.]
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He releases his tongue from Astarion's lips to give him a wet lick to pant and catch his breath during their brief parting.] M- Astarion...
[The favor is supposed to be returned; neither partner should lie back and give nothing in return. His handling of Astarion is clumsy, and his fist is rather tight when he grabs his shaft. It's smooth to the touch, he finds once he lightens his hold, and the length is rather handy when he wants to make the upward stroke take a long, slow time.]
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He leans into his hold, feeling Taryon's body shudder in pleasure and listening to his heart thumping even louder All that blood in his body, rushing to a particular point, makes Astarion dizzy with hunger, in more ways than one.
Their lips remaining touching l, but in the moment neither kissing, just kissing, sighing, moaning into each other's mouths as they touch each other. He winces as he is gripped a little too rough too quickly, whispering:]
Ah, easy...easy, my dear...
[As his grip lessens, he hums in approval. He sucks his head, pressing his nose and mouth against Taryon's neck. Lips still parted, he pants against the heated skin, sometimes pressing a messy kiss or lick, but he mainly concentrated on his cock. His long, delicate hand picks up the pace of the rubs, nothing too quick or hard so Taryon doesn't climax too soon, but enough to make his body twitch and voice moan. Every down sweep of his hand he gathers Taryon's balls in his fingers, massaging them along with his shaft.]
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Fingers flick the scrotum, and he manges to curl two around Astarion's balls - they're so heavy, so round and so smooth, and gods Taryon wants to keep on touching him. He wants to hear him love being touched and happier than ever all because of him. Because Taryon was perfect and loved as he is, and no one could split them apart. No father, no existing relationships, no circumstances where they are better off as friends.
He sighs Astarion's name and takes his balls into his fingers, leaving a few fingers hanging on his cock. A small squeeze here, and stroke there...there's certainly a new move that Taryon has learned today.]
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[Taryon emulates him in his own way, a little clumsy, but not in a way that is worrisome. His enthusiasm makes up for finesse and, honestly, sends unexpected spikes of pleasure through his body.
He lays back on the bed, selfishly releasing Taryon's dick to just focus on what the man is doing to him. How he urges his shaft to hardness, how he seems to love to handle his sac like a precious but erotic item. He looks up at him through his eye lashes, red eyes dark from blown pupils, lips slightly parted as he breathes heavily.]
Taryon...That's good. [His back arches off the mattress, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as his cock does a particularly hard jump in his hand.] Nngh, so good...
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