[ It all happens so fast--Fenris on his knees, helping him with his pants, that bite to his hip--Astarion feels almost light-headed with it. Sure, he's done that to other hundreds of times before. But being on the receiving end is undeniably nice. He draws in a breath and reaches out to thread his fingers through Fenris's hair, and then moments later, Xenk is behind him, pressing up against him, and reminding him that he'd had a plan about how this was going to go.
How strange, to be so well taken care of, to have them just sail right past his plan and do their own thing. And with how well they work together... ]
Have you had Xenk's cock before, Fenris? It's exquisite.
[ He'd known that long before they'd finally fucked in the traditional sense, from all the time they'd spent together, bathing together or Astarion just watching as Xenk touched himself.
Now, he reaches back with his free hand to ghost his fingers along it, claiming it with touch. ]
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How strange, to be so well taken care of, to have them just sail right past his plan and do their own thing. And with how well they work together... ]
Have you had Xenk's cock before, Fenris? It's exquisite.
[ He'd known that long before they'd finally fucked in the traditional sense, from all the time they'd spent together, bathing together or Astarion just watching as Xenk touched himself.
Now, he reaches back with his free hand to ghost his fingers along it, claiming it with touch. ]
You both are, really. So wonderful.