[ He did not know why it especially affected him that Astarion pressed kisses against his wrist without biting at it, scraping teeth against it. Intimate, it felt deliciously intimate for him and his eyes softened into something that resembled dark brown butter as he used his own hips and pistoned them upward; engaging in back and forth now-- weaving his own movements into Astarion's.
Underneath them, he could feel the bed start to quiver under the duress of their bodies and the momentum that they were casting against each other. The faintest sheen of sweat from his own very mortal body, glistening and with the scent of musk.. a combination made up of many different factors. ]
Tell me if this is alright, lovely. [ His hand slipped to the back of Astarion's neck where he palmed it, sliding fingers through the curls there at the nape, soft and silky. He was a very tactile man, such was the truth and if there was anything that he wanted the most, it was to touch his lover, to enjoy the sensuality of exploring every inch of skin even if it was in such seemingly innocent manner.
His goal was to, despite their body talking, to convey how much he appreciated these final moments. ]
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Underneath them, he could feel the bed start to quiver under the duress of their bodies and the momentum that they were casting against each other. The faintest sheen of sweat from his own very mortal body, glistening and with the scent of musk.. a combination made up of many different factors. ]
Tell me if this is alright, lovely. [ His hand slipped to the back of Astarion's neck where he palmed it, sliding fingers through the curls there at the nape, soft and silky. He was a very tactile man, such was the truth and if there was anything that he wanted the most, it was to touch his lover, to enjoy the sensuality of exploring every inch of skin even if it was in such seemingly innocent manner.
His goal was to, despite their body talking, to convey how much he appreciated these final moments. ]