[ That feels nice; normally, Astarion would be a little more hissy at the idea of someone messing with his hair, but this is a particularly unique situation. When it comes to dropping to his knees, hair is secondary. ]
At your service, darling.
[ Then he's pulling the trousers down, more focussed on getting at Dolph's dick than anything else. ]
[ service, huh. this is a strange position to be in. not because of sex or anything to do with it. he had done plenty with alex. but alex always dictated it. alex made those decisions.
strange, he thinks, but not unwelcome. loosening the chains alex had on him.
his fingers settle in astarion's hair as his breath hitches in anticipation. ]
[ This is natural, easy - Astarion is accustomed to it. There's still a great deal to for him to work through when it comes to things like this, and he can practically hear Halsin in his mind, but none of that is important.
He wants to do this; it isn't an obligation. That makes it different.
One hand wraps around Dolph's cock carefully as he lifts himself up, tongue flicking over him before he begins to sink down, no hesitation. ]
[ Astarion doesn't hesitate, nor does it seem to bother him; his mouth relaxes and he sinks lower, welcoming Dolph and letting him do whatever he pleases. ]
[ which is a new position for him: doing what dolph pleases. thankfully, instinct is good enough to take over. arousal pools in the pit of his stomach, warm and welcoming. his cheeks are flushed dark as he looks at astarion. ]
[ He's been in a familiar situation - forced to be a toy, a pet, forced to act in a way that gets others what they want, but this... This is for him. He's on his knees for Dolph because he's chosen it, not because he thinks there's any motive for it - other than, perhaps, Dolph coming to his aid the next time he's in trouble.
It's enjoyable, and that keeps him settled, happy. His own cock twitches in his breeches.
His hands rest lightly on the other man's thighs as he sinks lower, then begins to move, carefully. To bring pleasure is something Astarion is good at, and he knows it, prepared to push Dolph to the edge and then tip him over it. ]
[ his fingers dig into astarion's hair, tangled up as his hips thrust into that wet heat. was it always this good? his memories with alex feel so hazy now, tainted by the betrayal. it's been so long since he's done uncomplicated. just mutual desire, meeting head on. ]
[ It doesn't have to be more than this; Astarion groans quietly around Dolph, tilting his head a little to sink lower - painfully careful of his fangs and sharp teeth as he hums. ]
[ There's no hesitation; Astarion lets himself swallow, enjoying it, before he pushes himself up a little and sinks close to kiss at Dolph's neck again. ]
[ he makes a small sound at that, but there's no other protest. this was his offer to astarion and he won't take it back. it's for freedom. to be spared from the chains. it's still a bit and his knees wobble but dolph has taken on worse. ]
[ It's good, but Astarion is more careful these days - no risk of draining someone dry like the first time. He eats enough to be satisfied and then he's leaning back, fingers pressing into the wound to try and stem the blood. He doesn't have the power to heal, more's the pity. ]
[ it'll be fine. dolph is a super soldier. he's bounced back from bullet wounds in less than a day. the quiver goes as quickly as it came and he breathes it out. ]
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I might be inclined.
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At your service, darling.
[ Then he's pulling the trousers down, more focussed on getting at Dolph's dick than anything else. ]
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strange, he thinks, but not unwelcome. loosening the chains alex had on him.
his fingers settle in astarion's hair as his breath hitches in anticipation. ]
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He wants to do this; it isn't an obligation. That makes it different.
One hand wraps around Dolph's cock carefully as he lifts himself up, tongue flicking over him before he begins to sink down, no hesitation. ]
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It's enjoyable, and that keeps him settled, happy. His own cock twitches in his breeches.
His hands rest lightly on the other man's thighs as he sinks lower, then begins to move, carefully. To bring pleasure is something Astarion is good at, and he knows it, prepared to push Dolph to the edge and then tip him over it. ]
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You got enough?
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[ He's almost literally licking his lips. ]
Did you?
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It was nice.
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It was lovely. Gratifying?
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Don't force yourself, it's fine.
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Let's relax a little, shall we?
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That's what the rooms are for. Just for people who want a little privacy.
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