[ And just like that, such thoughts of next times and laters fly from his head. Astarion is all heโs thinking about now, the heat and weight of him in his mouth, that low groan, the sweet words of encouragement. Divine, all of it. Perhaps itโs blasphemous to apply such a word to a vampire, but itโs true.
Winter gives a little hum of satisfaction, a sound no doubt felt more than heard with his mouth so blissfully occupied. Bracing a hand on Astarionโs hip, Winter continues to swallow him down until he has the whole of him seated in his mouth, down to the hilt. Then he begins to move, a steady rhythm to start, head bobbing. He wants to hear more of those heavenly sounds, more of those darling words, and he has confidence enough in his own mouth to draw them out of the vampire. ]
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Winter gives a little hum of satisfaction, a sound no doubt felt more than heard with his mouth so blissfully occupied. Bracing a hand on Astarionโs hip, Winter continues to swallow him down until he has the whole of him seated in his mouth, down to the hilt. Then he begins to move, a steady rhythm to start, head bobbing. He wants to hear more of those heavenly sounds, more of those darling words, and he has confidence enough in his own mouth to draw them out of the vampire. ]