[ He can feel the peak approaching, watching Astarion squirm and throw his head back. There's no doubt that he's mussing his hair, those deft fingers working almost without thought against his scalp, but Winter welcomes it, the chance to let Astarion make him look a mess in some form or other.
The warlock is practically poised to dive back in, to give another urging swallow around Astarion's length, when he is stalled all at once by the sudden way fingers close around his locks andβ
Not yet.
Winter pauses, then backs off, slipping Astarion free from his mouth with a wet, lewd little sound, and a slight gasp. Icy eyes travel the length of the vampire's slender frame, from aching cock to heaving chest, finally coming to rest on his face. ]
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The warlock is practically poised to dive back in, to give another urging swallow around Astarion's length, when he is stalled all at once by the sudden way fingers close around his locks andβ
Not yet.
Winter pauses, then backs off, slipping Astarion free from his mouth with a wet, lewd little sound, and a slight gasp. Icy eyes travel the length of the vampire's slender frame, from aching cock to heaving chest, finally coming to rest on his face. ]
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