[ It all goes to the same place—the floor. Xenk wears a jacket over his shirt, and he's happy to help throw that off too, because he's starting to sweat (him! sweat! imagine!) and he feels far too warm to keep it on.
The cold air draws his attention back downward, his cock bared as Astarion steals one more kiss from him. Xenk feels nearly dizzy with want already, to see the vampire spawn drop to his knees only builds more of that anticipation. Once Astarion takes him in his mouth, Xenk finds his breath taken from him. The warmth of his touch feels icy compared to this now, wet and weighty and perfect beyond words.
It's overwhelming. Xenk clutches at Astarion's hair and holds perfectly still, pupils blown dark and focused on him, unseeing in the haze of so many new sensations.
It's probably a little unsettling, but I promise he's enjoying this. He's just strange. ]
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The cold air draws his attention back downward, his cock bared as Astarion steals one more kiss from him. Xenk feels nearly dizzy with want already, to see the vampire spawn drop to his knees only builds more of that anticipation. Once Astarion takes him in his mouth, Xenk finds his breath taken from him. The warmth of his touch feels icy compared to this now, wet and weighty and perfect beyond words.
It's overwhelming. Xenk clutches at Astarion's hair and holds perfectly still, pupils blown dark and focused on him, unseeing in the haze of so many new sensations.
It's probably a little unsettling, but I promise he's enjoying this. He's just strange. ]