[ He's never been a fan of receiving before, but the knowledge that it's Iorveth inside of him sends blood rushing straight to his groin. If Iorveth's fingers had made him feel light-headed, his cock makes Astarion entirely thoughtless. It's thicker than his fingers, pressing deeper, nudging up against a spot inside him that makes him tremble with combined excitement and nervousness. Almost unconsciously, his thighs squeeze and release around Iorveth's body, trial and error as he attempts to find what feels good.
Again, it's agonizingly slow as he rocks experimentally in Iorveth's lap, shifting until the light nudge against pleasure feels more like a consistent rub. Fireworks set off behind his eyes, and he rolls his hips against Iorveth in earnest now, picking up a steady rhythm. Iorveth, he can't help but notice, is still. The thought of making him stay and riding him into oblivion flits through his mind, but— again, it's better saved for a time that he's feeling less generous.
He intends to say that he understands the trepidation, but he won't be angry if Iorveth moves. Filtered through his currently-empty mind, he instead hisses, ] Move, damn you.
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Again, it's agonizingly slow as he rocks experimentally in Iorveth's lap, shifting until the light nudge against pleasure feels more like a consistent rub. Fireworks set off behind his eyes, and he rolls his hips against Iorveth in earnest now, picking up a steady rhythm. Iorveth, he can't help but notice, is still. The thought of making him stay and riding him into oblivion flits through his mind, but— again, it's better saved for a time that he's feeling less generous.
He intends to say that he understands the trepidation, but he won't be angry if Iorveth moves. Filtered through his currently-empty mind, he instead hisses, ] Move, damn you.