Angel steals a moment or just to bask, before shifting to kiss Astarion in thanks, tasting himself on his tongue. Delicate fingers ghost over that hardness with a teasing and breathless smirk. "Let's care of you now, mm?" he says, adding some pressure with the heel of his palm while another hand works out how the trousers are fastened.
"I can open myself up?" he offers, eyes skirting around for any obvious sort of lube, but it wouldn't be the first time he's made do with spit.
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Date: 2024-08-07 10:14 pm (UTC)"I can open myself up?" he offers, eyes skirting around for any obvious sort of lube, but it wouldn't be the first time he's made do with spit.