Oh I could name a few other things at least on par with them.
[A rogue's finest tool and all. But he would cheerfully enlighten Astarion on just a few other of the man's assets, as he pulled up another length of cord to begin winding it about his upper arms, starting above the elbows.]
Your voice, if I would start as chastely as I could, though the things it does to me are admittedly far from it...
[Two loops, and the upper arms were connected. He moved to coax Astarion to straighten both arms, reaching downwards to pull both the mans hands together so that they would clasp the other.]
The sweet softness of your lips, deceptively tender considering how I know you can use that tongue of yours. Your wit is as sharp as your bite, and I'd welcome experiencing both, at your leisure.
[Downwards the rope went, under the elbows, a line of that cord threading between his arms all the way down.]
The taste of you on my tongue, as sweet as wine, the feel of your skin against mine, the sensation of you around me as I sink to the hilt within you...
[He'd finished the ropes, though at what point was hard to tell. His hands had instead gone to rest upon Astarion's hips, slipping down until they were just shy of his cock. Trailing up and down his stomach as he spoke to him, the press of his lips against the other man's neck betraying the smile on the drow's face.]
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[A rogue's finest tool and all. But he would cheerfully enlighten Astarion on just a few other of the man's assets, as he pulled up another length of cord to begin winding it about his upper arms, starting above the elbows.]
Your voice, if I would start as chastely as I could, though the things it does to me are admittedly far from it...
[Two loops, and the upper arms were connected. He moved to coax Astarion to straighten both arms, reaching downwards to pull both the mans hands together so that they would clasp the other.]
The sweet softness of your lips, deceptively tender considering how I know you can use that tongue of yours. Your wit is as sharp as your bite, and I'd welcome experiencing both, at your leisure.
[Downwards the rope went, under the elbows, a line of that cord threading between his arms all the way down.]
The taste of you on my tongue, as sweet as wine, the feel of your skin against mine, the sensation of you around me as I sink to the hilt within you...
[He'd finished the ropes, though at what point was hard to tell. His hands had instead gone to rest upon Astarion's hips, slipping down until they were just shy of his cock. Trailing up and down his stomach as he spoke to him, the press of his lips against the other man's neck betraying the smile on the drow's face.]