[Oh. Those laces come undone so painfully slow. And curse his elven hearing that listen to the sluggish tug of leather even as he feels he might lose himself right then and there. He’s squirming again, desperate, frantic, and yet he can do nothing but that.] Nnnnh, you’re doing this on purpose, I swear to every god.
[And there it is. Tav’s eyes light up and for a moment he forgets his orders not to touch as he brings his bound hands to curl around Astarion’s cock. He gives a couple experimental tugs, a blissful grin spreading across his face.]
[Another (perhaps exagerrated) groan, but cut off by the kiss. That seems to soothe Tav as he leans in to deepen the kiss, to lick at the seams of Astarion’s lips once again to ask for more.]
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Date: 2023-09-23 03:21 pm (UTC)[ He rolls his hips again, deliberately, lips twitching. ]
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Date: 2023-09-23 03:37 pm (UTC)[Tav’s voice arc’s high and thready as his heels dig in and press his cock as firmly as he can manage against Astarion, squirming and rubbing.]
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Date: 2023-09-23 03:55 pm (UTC)[ Slowly, carefully, he leans down to undo the laces of his own breeches. Deliberate and teasingly slow. ]
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Date: 2023-09-24 10:46 am (UTC)[ It might make him sour, were it any other situation. For now, it just makes him coy, tilting his head before he finally draws his own cock out. ]
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Date: 2023-09-24 06:30 pm (UTC)[ Astarion leans back, tsking softly. ]
You're forgetting the rules, darling.
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Date: 2023-09-24 06:37 pm (UTC)How am I meant to survive this? [Tav whines, as if he hasn’t defeated a hag, a dragon, and any other number of ferocious creatures.]
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Date: 2023-09-24 06:59 pm (UTC)[ Deliberately denying, Astarion leans down and kisses him gently. ]
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Date: 2023-09-24 07:27 pm (UTC)