[ Astarion suddenly finds that he is very glad he isn't facing Jarlaxle. There are very few people that can make him blush, but heat rises to his cheeks all the same as he listens to the drow extoll his virtues. He would write it off as simply the heat of the moment, the arousal and anticipation of being tied up, of course.
And the thing is, Astarion knows, objectively, that he's attractive. That he's good at sex. He wouldn't have been able to seduce so many people over the years if he hadn't been. Wouldn't have been able to ruin so many lives. But to be told it by the poor souls he'd picked as his marks is an entirely different thing than hearing it from Jarlaxle. Jarlaxle, the only person he's ever had sex with on more than one occasion. His words mean so much more than any other's could ever mean, and the compliments hit him warm and true. Pleasing to hear, pleasing to receive.
Is it any wonder, then, that he would submit to him? That he would let him guide and bind him?
The position leaves a gentle tug in his shoulder, one that is more pleasurable than painful, another grounding sensation the way the knots had been has he'd tied them against his body. But then, just as he had after tying them, Jarlaxle goes back to teasing. So close and yet so far, touching him while speaking of such sweet memories. Kissing his neck, when he knows he's weak to it. That's probably cheating. But only in the best way. ]
You always feel so good inside me. How could I resist?
[ And it is true, but it's not the thing that catches his attention the most. Of course its the mention of his bite, the fact that Jarlaxle would accept it again, that really gets him. His mind races with the excitement of it, blurring the two desires together, until he imagines how lovely it would be to ride his cock and bite him at the same time, how decadent and selfish, and yet, how wonderful. ]
Will you bury your cock in me like this? Keep me still so you can take your pleasure?
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And the thing is, Astarion knows, objectively, that he's attractive. That he's good at sex. He wouldn't have been able to seduce so many people over the years if he hadn't been. Wouldn't have been able to ruin so many lives. But to be told it by the poor souls he'd picked as his marks is an entirely different thing than hearing it from Jarlaxle. Jarlaxle, the only person he's ever had sex with on more than one occasion. His words mean so much more than any other's could ever mean, and the compliments hit him warm and true. Pleasing to hear, pleasing to receive.
Is it any wonder, then, that he would submit to him? That he would let him guide and bind him?
The position leaves a gentle tug in his shoulder, one that is more pleasurable than painful, another grounding sensation the way the knots had been has he'd tied them against his body. But then, just as he had after tying them, Jarlaxle goes back to teasing. So close and yet so far, touching him while speaking of such sweet memories. Kissing his neck, when he knows he's weak to it. That's probably cheating. But only in the best way. ]
You always feel so good inside me. How could I resist?
[ And it is true, but it's not the thing that catches his attention the most. Of course its the mention of his bite, the fact that Jarlaxle would accept it again, that really gets him. His mind races with the excitement of it, blurring the two desires together, until he imagines how lovely it would be to ride his cock and bite him at the same time, how decadent and selfish, and yet, how wonderful. ]
Will you bury your cock in me like this? Keep me still so you can take your pleasure?