[ Astarion leans forward, the movement gently pushing the leg still perched on his shoulder closer to Iorveth's body. His hands are practically trapped between their bodies like this, so he relinquishes his hold on Iorveth's cock, allowing it to brush against his own erection instead so that Iorveth can feel just how much he's desired, jagged edges and all. His fingers keep up their steady work between Iorveth's legs; he'll complain about having a sore wrist later, but it feels worth it right now.
He knows that kisses are special to Iorveth, so he takes his time with soft, light pecks against his mouth to distract and relax and pamper him, tongue only darting out to wet his lips without pushing inside. A third finger enters that tight heat, a ring of muscle stretching around his knuckles in a way that's dizzyingly satisfying. ]
You're doing so well, [ he coos, and he would know. He's had plenty times of his own not 'doing well', tensed up and anxious. ] Does it feel good?
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[ Astarion leans forward, the movement gently pushing the leg still perched on his shoulder closer to Iorveth's body. His hands are practically trapped between their bodies like this, so he relinquishes his hold on Iorveth's cock, allowing it to brush against his own erection instead so that Iorveth can feel just how much he's desired, jagged edges and all. His fingers keep up their steady work between Iorveth's legs; he'll complain about having a sore wrist later, but it feels worth it right now.
He knows that kisses are special to Iorveth, so he takes his time with soft, light pecks against his mouth to distract and relax and pamper him, tongue only darting out to wet his lips without pushing inside. A third finger enters that tight heat, a ring of muscle stretching around his knuckles in a way that's dizzyingly satisfying. ]
You're doing so well, [ he coos, and he would know. He's had plenty times of his own not 'doing well', tensed up and anxious. ] Does it feel good?
[ For once, not fishing. ]