[ Astarion almost thinks to tease him that he'd been so quiet, hiding his cries like that. But instead he just turns his head and kisses the tip of Jarlaxle's ear, careful not to bite, though if his fangs glide against him just a bit he can't really be blamed, can he? He's shown considerable restraint here already, given how the drow has been biting him and driving his basest instincts absolutely insane.
Besides, the way Jarlaxle speaks now is almost as good as any amount of cries he could've gotten from him. For people who cared so much about appearances and about control, that kind of clumsiness spoke volumes.
After the last little quivering aftershocks of his orgasm subside, he lets up on the way he's clinging so tight and instead runs his hand gently along Jarlaxle's back. He hopes he didn't claw him up on accident, but he doesn't smell any blood so he must've been okay. Plus, the drow seemed to really enjoy it. ]
Thank you, darling. You were exquisite as well.
[ But where Jarlaxle becomes clumsy in the aftermath, Astarion seems to regain control, the haziness of the afterglow seemingly fading far faster than it should for him. ]
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Besides, the way Jarlaxle speaks now is almost as good as any amount of cries he could've gotten from him. For people who cared so much about appearances and about control, that kind of clumsiness spoke volumes.
After the last little quivering aftershocks of his orgasm subside, he lets up on the way he's clinging so tight and instead runs his hand gently along Jarlaxle's back. He hopes he didn't claw him up on accident, but he doesn't smell any blood so he must've been okay. Plus, the drow seemed to really enjoy it. ]
Thank you, darling. You were exquisite as well.
[ But where Jarlaxle becomes clumsy in the aftermath, Astarion seems to regain control, the haziness of the afterglow seemingly fading far faster than it should for him. ]