[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...
[Without Astarion distracting him (and Tary felt that he was far too hard to require any extra encouragement), he better focuses and drawing more praise from Astarion's lips. As he lies back, Taryon rolls so that his lower half is pressed into Astarion's thigh and his chest is halfway atop the other's. They are back to their original position, but this time, they have successfully laid themselves without injury and Taryon has his hand occupied. Astarion's hair is splayed out onces more, and his eyes tell him everything he needs to know.]
Shall I keep going?
[He's getting the hang of this - keep asking Astarion, and he'll answer truthfully. And he's getting better at stroking him and handling his balls at the same time.]
[Taryon's body pressed against his was perfect. Warm, broader than his own but not too heavy, and the evidence of his desire against his thigh. It wasn't disgusting or unwanted, nor was there an edge of guilt to it, it was pure want and of his own volition without any ulterior motive other than to get the two of them off together.
He keeps his gaze on him, almost in wonder that he could feel this good. This sensation, these emotions, having been lost to time for so long.]
I can do that. [Yeah, he's doing really well if Astarion is already so lost. He's beautiful. He deserves to remain in this state as long as possible, on the precipice, warm, and full of love - like Taryon in the moment.
He slides himself up Astarin's hip to add some friction, and though it's not as targeted as a hand, it's just as satisfying rubbing himself while he slides his hand upward until his finger slides on the frenulum.
It feels good to touch himself here. It should be just as lovely for Astarion.]
[He gasps in reply to that targeted touch under his prick's head, hips jumping into his hand once, twice.
He wraps an arm under and around Taryon, hand splaying on his lower back and pressing on it every time Taryon rubs against his thigh. His free hand slides up the mattress to touch his own face, fingers partially covering his mouth as his moans become more frequent.]
[The hand on his lower back somehow riles him more than their bodies squeezing his cock, and Taryon's panting is sprinkled with small moans while he storkes himself, strokes Astarion, ruts against him, watches his face change, hears him sing music that shoots into his ears and straight downward.
He feels himself start to lose himself, but he doesn't want to. Not now, not when he can almost see Astarion fall apart. He drops his head in an attempt to kiss the corner of his mouth, but the inaccurate landing turns it into a wet smack on his cheek.]
Mmh-- Please. [He raises his hips to wrap his leg around Astarion's and puts full force onto his length. Rubbing himself, thumbing the tip, he quietly begs for Astarion to finish.]
[He moves his hand to kiss Taryon, but he misses and gets his cheek. Astarion chuckles breathlessly, which seamlessly turns into another airy groan. He buries both hands into Taryon's hair, gripping the back of his head to keep his face near. His mustache and beard tickles his face, his breath is hot and moist against his cheek. Astarion touches his lips near Taryon's ear, filling it with his own pants and passionate sounds.
The way Taryon ruts against him now, how his hand jerks his cock with more abandon, he can tell he wants to come--wants Astarion to come--but would he truly be satisfied with just this? In Taryon's ear, he whimpers:]
[He slows his hand and his hips, but he's not able to stop himself from periodically pressing his hips into the pale flesh.]
I-- I don't think I can last long enough... [He pulls his head back with his own pupils are blown wide open and strands of hair cling to his face. They were so close, or at least Taryon was. How could Astarion say that he was low on stamina when he can ask for more?]
Ah, but if that's what you want... [It's not about him. It's about making Astarion happy. It's easier to be inside someone than to open up to someone else, and he's not going to ruin something good for his boyfriend. He lets go of Astarion's cock, letting it hang stiffly in the air while he cups the underside of the unpinned thigh and raises it.]
[He does want it. The thought of them being joined fills him with a fire of desire he hasn't felt in centuries.
However, he doesn't want it to end within seconds. And as he lays there, as Taryon lifts his leg with gentleness, he can tell his own body is tired. Very tired.
But...]
You're happy with it if we don't? Not for now, at least.
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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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Shall I keep going?
[He's getting the hang of this - keep asking Astarion, and he'll answer truthfully. And he's getting better at stroking him and handling his balls at the same time.]
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He keeps his gaze on him, almost in wonder that he could feel this good. This sensation, these emotions, having been lost to time for so long.]
Yes, please. I want...so much more.
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He slides himself up Astarin's hip to add some friction, and though it's not as targeted as a hand, it's just as satisfying rubbing himself while he slides his hand upward until his finger slides on the frenulum.
It feels good to touch himself here. It should be just as lovely for Astarion.]
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He wraps an arm under and around Taryon, hand splaying on his lower back and pressing on it every time Taryon rubs against his thigh. His free hand slides up the mattress to touch his own face, fingers partially covering his mouth as his moans become more frequent.]
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[The hand on his lower back somehow riles him more than their bodies squeezing his cock, and Taryon's panting is sprinkled with small moans while he storkes himself, strokes Astarion, ruts against him, watches his face change, hears him sing music that shoots into his ears and straight downward.
He feels himself start to lose himself, but he doesn't want to. Not now, not when he can almost see Astarion fall apart. He drops his head in an attempt to kiss the corner of his mouth, but the inaccurate landing turns it into a wet smack on his cheek.]
Mmh-- Please. [He raises his hips to wrap his leg around Astarion's and puts full force onto his length. Rubbing himself, thumbing the tip, he quietly begs for Astarion to finish.]
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The way Taryon ruts against him now, how his hand jerks his cock with more abandon, he can tell he wants to come--wants Astarion to come--but would he truly be satisfied with just this? In Taryon's ear, he whimpers:]
I want you inside me...
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[He slows his hand and his hips, but he's not able to stop himself from periodically pressing his hips into the pale flesh.]
I-- I don't think I can last long enough... [He pulls his head back with his own pupils are blown wide open and strands of hair cling to his face. They were so close, or at least Taryon was. How could Astarion say that he was low on stamina when he can ask for more?]
Ah, but if that's what you want... [It's not about him. It's about making Astarion happy. It's easier to be inside someone than to open up to someone else, and he's not going to ruin something good for his boyfriend. He lets go of Astarion's cock, letting it hang stiffly in the air while he cups the underside of the unpinned thigh and raises it.]
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However, he doesn't want it to end within seconds. And as he lays there, as Taryon lifts his leg with gentleness, he can tell his own body is tired. Very tired.
But...]
You're happy with it if we don't? Not for now, at least.
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He nods vigorously.]
Sorry... [No. He has to stop apologizing.] I want to be like this. I want to feel you without having to split apart.
[He lowers Astarion's leg.]
If it's alright with you.
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