For a while, all he can hear is the sound of his gasps, the rush of skin on skin, and the jangle of his dog tags between them. They are the only two creatures two exist in this moment, and he finds there's nothing more that he wants.

He finds his rhythm, enjoying hard and slow so he can enjoy every sensation as it sparks through him. Each kiss, each breath, and he's more and more aware of not himself, not Astarion, but how they are together. It's that thought that males him move harder against him, faster and more desperate.

He pushes himself up so he can take Astarion's cock in his hand, balancing himself on his other arm.