[ The sound that escapes Astarion as he feels Iorveth clench around him is humiliating. He hates hearing himself make the same noises he'd made every time before, and he usually muffles the sound, but this one comes on so suddenly that he can't. Somewhere between a whine and a groan, too loud, too earnest. He bites the inside of his cheek after, fang digging into the soft skin of his mouth.
The only way to recover from this is to make Iorveth just as pathetic. His position is a little awkward, not meant for any real thrusting, but he rolls his hips against Iorveth as best he can, hand gripping his cock firmly now. His thumb glides over the tip, and he inhales sharply at the feel of Iorveth's precome on the pad of his finger. ]
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The only way to recover from this is to make Iorveth just as pathetic. His position is a little awkward, not meant for any real thrusting, but he rolls his hips against Iorveth as best he can, hand gripping his cock firmly now. His thumb glides over the tip, and he inhales sharply at the feel of Iorveth's precome on the pad of his finger. ]
Because you're mine.
[ Just another red flag of many, at this point. ]
—Say you're mine.