[ Gods above, the drow knew exactly what he was doing. The hint of teeth contrasted perfectly with the other, more gentle touches. The threat was there, but nothing more than that. Goading him into trusting.
His hips moved of their own accord, up towards his mouth then down towards that touch against his ass and the promise for more there, too. Jarlaxle may be underestimating Astarion's abilities when it comes to "mere fucking" but he sees absolutely no reason to complain when it's getting him such good treatment.
His fingers itch to do something but his partner doesn't have hair to wind his fingers through so instead he toys with the tip of one of his ears, touching just to touch, trying to find some outlet for all of this energy. ]
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[ Gods above, the drow knew exactly what he was doing. The hint of teeth contrasted perfectly with the other, more gentle touches. The threat was there, but nothing more than that. Goading him into trusting.
His hips moved of their own accord, up towards his mouth then down towards that touch against his ass and the promise for more there, too. Jarlaxle may be underestimating Astarion's abilities when it comes to "mere fucking" but he sees absolutely no reason to complain when it's getting him such good treatment.
His fingers itch to do something but his partner doesn't have hair to wind his fingers through so instead he toys with the tip of one of his ears, touching just to touch, trying to find some outlet for all of this energy. ]