[ Gods, it is glorious seeing Astarion is such a state, and better still is knowing that he's the one who put him there. Every noise is music to his ears, every twitch and pulse and throb a sign for him to keep going, to coax the vampire to the brink with clever lips and tongue.
And Astarion only encourages him further with fingers in his hair, enough to make his own pulse thunder in his ears, his own arousal left unattended and straining against his breeches for now — a sweet sort of torture on its own while he indulges his partner. He could answer those lovely words, slip some response into Astarion's mind while his mouth is busy, but it's more fun not to. More fun to let his actions speak. So, he groans in response, lets the sound vibrate around Astarion's cock, and redoubles his efforts to bring him to the brink, tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft as he swallows against him.
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And Astarion only encourages him further with fingers in his hair, enough to make his own pulse thunder in his ears, his own arousal left unattended and straining against his breeches for now — a sweet sort of torture on its own while he indulges his partner. He could answer those lovely words, slip some response into Astarion's mind while his mouth is busy, but it's more fun not to. More fun to let his actions speak. So, he groans in response, lets the sound vibrate around Astarion's cock, and redoubles his efforts to bring him to the brink, tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft as he swallows against him.
He'd so hate to disappoint. ]