[ The privilege of getting to explore Astarion's body like something new is already quite the reward, but that moan is the sweetest thing he's ever heard. It delights him, knowing he's pulled it out of him, knowing that it's born of showing affection to something carved into him out of cruelty. His head feels fully with it, his pulse racing with delight. ]
Mm. I'm glad to hear it.
[ Words breathed out against sensitive skin. He draws his tongue along a raised line connecting one set of infernal sigils to the next. ]
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Mm. I'm glad to hear it.
[ Words breathed out against sensitive skin. He draws his tongue along a raised line connecting one set of infernal sigils to the next. ]
I want to taste all of you. Every inch.