Date: 2024-05-05 03:03 am (UTC)
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Jedao whines louder this time, jaw clenching not against the pain, but against the urge to twitch, to writhe, to roll his hips uselessly.

"Fox and hound," he mutters, panting a little bit even though he doesn't need the air.

There's a strangeness as Astarion cuts near the clavicle: from above, from the skin, there's obviously a collarbone there. Astarion could put his hand on Jedao and feel it, the unmistakable sturdiness of bone. From under the skin, though, it's - murkier, density and resistance without ever hitting the mineral scrape of real bone. Which is probably for the best, given that it might chip the thin flake of the blade.

"You - you might need to tie me down sooner than I thought," Jedao admits, closing his eyes briefly. His nakedness and nakedly obvious arousal he's embarrassed about, but this lack of professional self-control is the first thing he's been actually slightly ashamed of. It is flattery, though, that Astarion has done it to him so quickly, so delicately, so Jedao confesses it anyway. "It's so fucking hard not to move."

Although whether Astarion obliges him or further torments him with that information is up to him.
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