[ Something raw and achingly hot rumbled through him, it was like honey being poured into him, it was like floundering in a sea of something unfamiliar-- and then those cool fingers as they caressed his cheek, and he reached a sort of state that was like a humming in his ears; eyes falling closed as he relaxed every single muscle that he could, save for the briefest hint of swallow at the back of that throat that sent Astarion the last bit of way.
Then his eyes opened again and he looked up at the other man, all living pulsing man with whiskey gasoline that poured through his veins, and for once complete silence-- though right now Astarion would see that the wizard was speaking more despite not using any words, communicated in the subtle furrow of his brows and the way that each movement seemed to ripple and cause that throat to grip.
How ready was he to lap up every praise that Astarion gave him, striving to do better-- to be better, to take that cock and consume it whole much like he did a pretty artefact. ]
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Then his eyes opened again and he looked up at the other man, all living pulsing man with whiskey gasoline that poured through his veins, and for once complete silence-- though right now Astarion would see that the wizard was speaking more despite not using any words, communicated in the subtle furrow of his brows and the way that each movement seemed to ripple and cause that throat to grip.
How ready was he to lap up every praise that Astarion gave him, striving to do better-- to be better, to take that cock and consume it whole much like he did a pretty artefact. ]