[ Xenk relishes the kisses, lips parted and hungry against Astarion's skilled insistence. It is quite a lot, between the warmth and taste of his mouth and the body-wracking attention he's getting to his dick. He feels more than hears the words Astarion says, needing a moment to process them before he can respond.
Help? Astarion wants help. Xenk can help. He's very good at help. ]
Yes. Do not stop.
[ He releases Astarion's waist and makes quick work of removing his pauldrons, pulling them up and over his shoulders and tossing them aside with a loud clatter. The noise is somewhat jarring in the otherwise quiet of the room, but with Xenk's dick quickly hardening under Astarion's touch, it's hard not to stay in the moment.
He feels like maybe there was something he wanted to say. Oh, well. It can wait. ]
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Help? Astarion wants help. Xenk can help. He's very good at help. ]
Yes. Do not stop.
[ He releases Astarion's waist and makes quick work of removing his pauldrons, pulling them up and over his shoulders and tossing them aside with a loud clatter. The noise is somewhat jarring in the otherwise quiet of the room, but with Xenk's dick quickly hardening under Astarion's touch, it's hard not to stay in the moment.
He feels like maybe there was something he wanted to say. Oh, well. It can wait. ]