[ Astarion's legs suddenly feel like they don't work at all, knees weak from the pleasure he's feeling. He's quite glad to have Xenk's support, holding him up as Fenris starts to lick his cock and Xenk's fingers aim to drive him crazy. To say nothing, of course, of that kiss to his bite. This is what he gets for letting people figure out where he's most sensitive.
(He loves it.)
There is admiration and love on Fenris's tongue and in Xenk's words and he longs to say it back, he longs to tell them how he feels, but it catches in his throat and threatens to choke him. It's not time, yet. But he can give them his body and his vulnerability, and his willingness to accept it all the same. ]
How can you both feel so good already?
[ He knows why, though. The feelings between the three of them are electric, contagious. Everything is heighted because of it. There was a danger to that--or, there would be, if it were with anyone else. But he trusts them, and he trusts this. ]
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(He loves it.)
There is admiration and love on Fenris's tongue and in Xenk's words and he longs to say it back, he longs to tell them how he feels, but it catches in his throat and threatens to choke him. It's not time, yet. But he can give them his body and his vulnerability, and his willingness to accept it all the same. ]
How can you both feel so good already?
[ He knows why, though. The feelings between the three of them are electric, contagious. Everything is heighted because of it. There was a danger to that--or, there would be, if it were with anyone else. But he trusts them, and he trusts this. ]