[ The swallow nearly topples what remains of his resolve, and the fact that Astarion takes him to the hilt has Xenk tightening his grip in his hair once more. Xenk has no words to describe how tight and good that feels. How impossibly warm. How the sight is obscene and yet holy—so wonderful that he could never have imagined it. Only the gods could surpass this.
But Xenk's mind is far from his god, and is centered entirely on this moment. On the heat surrounding his cock, on the sudden way Astarion pulls up and then comes back down again, the blessed friction lighting stars behind Xenk's eyes. There's even the added danger of fangs, that distant thought in his mind reminding him that Astarion is a vampire—that he is in danger. Normally he would listen to that thought, but right now, it only makes his blood pump faster, his heart beat louder—demanding and begging his body for air.
Yet, the only reason Xenk hasn't come yet is because he's not breathing. The moment he does, it's all over. ]
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But Xenk's mind is far from his god, and is centered entirely on this moment. On the heat surrounding his cock, on the sudden way Astarion pulls up and then comes back down again, the blessed friction lighting stars behind Xenk's eyes. There's even the added danger of fangs, that distant thought in his mind reminding him that Astarion is a vampire—that he is in danger. Normally he would listen to that thought, but right now, it only makes his blood pump faster, his heart beat louder—demanding and begging his body for air.
Yet, the only reason Xenk hasn't come yet is because he's not breathing. The moment he does, it's all over. ]