Date: 2024-09-17 05:09 pm (UTC)
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He doesn't hesitate for a moment, flipping open the cap and smoothing it over his fingers, sitting up as his free hand slides down Astarion's chest.

"You're getting fucking spoiled, you know that?" he says with very obvious fondness. It's so easy to be with him now. To have him here, telling him what he wants, showing him how he likes it. This is the easiest thing in the world.

He pushes two fingers slowly inside of him, his free hand up underneath his knee, guiding it away so he can lean close, move deeper.
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