Astarion ties his wrists first, tight enough to hold him in place but not enough to pinch. One hand runs slowly from his hip, down his thigh, over his knee and calf, before tying one ankle and then the other into place.
"You look so good like this," he purrs. "Legs spread for me. Hurting just like I want."
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"Good."
Astarion ties his wrists first, tight enough to hold him in place but not enough to pinch. One hand runs slowly from his hip, down his thigh, over his knee and calf, before tying one ankle and then the other into place.
"You look so good like this," he purrs. "Legs spread for me. Hurting just like I want."