[ All of this is a lot, even for Astarion. He's far more used to these kinds of things focusing on someone else's pleasure. But Xenk and Fenris are both so tuned into him and his movements and his desires. It's overwhelming to be known in this way, to be seen. Each of them with their own style and their own way, and yet, so entirely in tandem with one another.
The way Fenris bites his thighs has him practically melting, and he gasps and cries out as Xenk fondles and squeezes his chest. He doesn't quite fall back against him, but he shifts some of his weight and allows Xenk to support him.
What was it he wanted, again? What was his plan? Had he meant to be in charge, had he meant to say something here? His mind is, for once, blessedly and blissfully blank. And the realization of that fact--that he is not having to calculate, or stay three steps ahead of this situation, or seduce these men--is almost overwhelming in and of itself.
Xenk's words pull him back to the moment. He nods quickly, agreeing with both of them. Whatever he had wanted can wait. This was what he wanted now. All of this. The feeling of their hands, the sounds of their voices, the knowledge that that fit so perfectly together. Because that was really it, wasn't it? It wasn't just Fenris and Xenk working together. It was the three of them, all equals in this game.
It takes away his eloquence, his control. For once, Astarion simply gives in to the experience he's presented. ]
Darling, whatever you want is yours.
[ He tilts his head to lean against Xenk's own, looking down at Fenris full of adoration. Full of love, something he (terrifyingly) feels for both of these men. ]
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The way Fenris bites his thighs has him practically melting, and he gasps and cries out as Xenk fondles and squeezes his chest. He doesn't quite fall back against him, but he shifts some of his weight and allows Xenk to support him.
What was it he wanted, again? What was his plan? Had he meant to be in charge, had he meant to say something here? His mind is, for once, blessedly and blissfully blank. And the realization of that fact--that he is not having to calculate, or stay three steps ahead of this situation, or seduce these men--is almost overwhelming in and of itself.
Xenk's words pull him back to the moment. He nods quickly, agreeing with both of them. Whatever he had wanted can wait. This was what he wanted now. All of this. The feeling of their hands, the sounds of their voices, the knowledge that that fit so perfectly together. Because that was really it, wasn't it? It wasn't just Fenris and Xenk working together. It was the three of them, all equals in this game.
It takes away his eloquence, his control. For once, Astarion simply gives in to the experience he's presented. ]
Darling, whatever you want is yours.
[ He tilts his head to lean against Xenk's own, looking down at Fenris full of adoration. Full of love, something he (terrifyingly) feels for both of these men. ]