He's pulled atop him, straddling his hips. Astarion's hand finds him hard already, aching and desperate, and the touch alone makes him moan.
"Goddamn," he pants, moving to the side so he can slide his trousers off. Wearing only his necklaces, he returns to the kiss, unwilling to part for too long.
"I want to fuck you," he groans, pulling Astarion's trousers the rest of the way off. "I want you to feel so fucking good. I've been wanting you for days. Since the last time, you know."
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Date: 2024-09-17 03:44 pm (UTC)"Goddamn," he pants, moving to the side so he can slide his trousers off. Wearing only his necklaces, he returns to the kiss, unwilling to part for too long.
"I want to fuck you," he groans, pulling Astarion's trousers the rest of the way off. "I want you to feel so fucking good. I've been wanting you for days. Since the last time, you know."