Astarion's eyes flicker open, red gaze sliding up to Angel's face. The corners of his mouth curl up in a hint of a smile. Whatever words he censored himself of, he appreciates the effort.

He toys with him a little longer, tongue flicking and circling at the head of his cock, and then he takes him deep into his throat with the smooth ease borne of practice. His hands settle on his thighs, squeezing gently.