[ It's clear how heated Astarion is--he pushes for more, trying to shove his tongue into Jarlaxle's mouth, indulging in kind as Jarlaxle comes to him. He laughs breathlessly at the little bite but he doesn't return the favor, still careful with his fangs even while enjoying pleasure.
Astarion tries to follow when Jarlaxle breaks the kiss but to no avail. His cries become louder as Jarlaxle pushes deeper, but it seems that his neck is especially sensitive, and the little bite changes the timbre of his voice entirely, more desperate and higher pitched. ]
Ah--
[ As Jarlaxle moves him, he brings his legs up and hooks them around his hips. He wants it too, that depth, the feeling of him really driving into him. ]
Yes, that's--fuck, just like that--you're so good.
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Astarion tries to follow when Jarlaxle breaks the kiss but to no avail. His cries become louder as Jarlaxle pushes deeper, but it seems that his neck is especially sensitive, and the little bite changes the timbre of his voice entirely, more desperate and higher pitched. ]
Ah--
[ As Jarlaxle moves him, he brings his legs up and hooks them around his hips. He wants it too, that depth, the feeling of him really driving into him. ]
Yes, that's--fuck, just like that--you're so good.