[ Xenk groans at the attention, his blood growing ever warmer as Astarion rolls against him. Xenk knows how it works, of course, but to feel that same friction is wholly new. Those possessive bites aren't nearly enough to bruise him, but he doesn't quite yet know what he wants or how he likes it, so he continues to follow Astarion's lead.
The hand on his chest moves so efficiently, so perfectly. A deft hand that finds its mark, and sends a rush of warmth and blood there, so sudden that Xenk's perfect posture nearly buckles. His cock stirs under those deft fingers, faster than it ever did to Xenk's own hands. ]
Oh.
[ Xenk could write odes on how perfect that touch is. How much better it feels than the times he's touched himself. Instead, he very eloquently says the first thing his mind provides. ]
ah shit I totally forgot I'm sorry flat view
The hand on his chest moves so efficiently, so perfectly. A deft hand that finds its mark, and sends a rush of warmth and blood there, so sudden that Xenk's perfect posture nearly buckles. His cock stirs under those deft fingers, faster than it ever did to Xenk's own hands. ]
Oh.
[ Xenk could write odes on how perfect that touch is. How much better it feels than the times he's touched himself. Instead, he very eloquently says the first thing his mind provides. ]
That is better.