"You're right," he mumbles just against the sensitive skin of his neck, rocking against him with soft, breathy moans. "Next time I'll be a good boy and leave you here by yourself."
He feels his arm moving and he sits up, leaning over to peer into the cabinet for the now-familiar bottle, placing it in Astarion's outstretched hand.
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Date: 2024-09-17 04:33 pm (UTC)He feels his arm moving and he sits up, leaning over to peer into the cabinet for the now-familiar bottle, placing it in Astarion's outstretched hand.