"Oh, the only work here is ensuring you're making those pretty little
noises for me," Astarion murmurs. There's no real design to what he's
doing - the pleasure is in the act of movement, and the pain he can inflict
in the moment.
He cuts a sunburst of lines into his chest, around his nipple.
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Date: 2024-05-05 05:08 pm (UTC)"Oh, the only work here is ensuring you're making those pretty little noises for me," Astarion murmurs. There's no real design to what he's doing - the pleasure is in the act of movement, and the pain he can inflict in the moment.
He cuts a sunburst of lines into his chest, around his nipple.
"I'll tie you down when you ask, my sweet."