[ Much as he may will it, Xenk can't last forever. He's able to go without breathing on most days, but with how loud his blood sings and how wonderful it feels to have Astarion moan against him, Xenk can't stay in control.
Xenk isn't perfect. He's fallible just as the rest of the world. But it isn't even the moaning or the friction, which feels incredible and it's driving all the blood in his body to his gut, where he's sure Astarion can hear it.
No, it's the soothing touch. The gentle reassurance. The kindness that Xenk saw in Astarion. The safety of that touch, and the promise it brings, is what takes Xenk over the edge. He comes with a groan that escapes him, torn from him like a shot. All that heat and pleasure erupts in what feels like a century, white hot nothingness filling his mind as he grips Astarion closer to him, holding him against him as the orgasm takes him—the force of his grip tightening in an involuntary gesture.
He'd let go in a moment. Likely even apologize. But for the few blessed seconds that it lasts, Xenk holds on for dear life. It's the most alive he's felt in his entire life. ]
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Xenk isn't perfect. He's fallible just as the rest of the world. But it isn't even the moaning or the friction, which feels incredible and it's driving all the blood in his body to his gut, where he's sure Astarion can hear it.
No, it's the soothing touch. The gentle reassurance. The kindness that Xenk saw in Astarion. The safety of that touch, and the promise it brings, is what takes Xenk over the edge. He comes with a groan that escapes him, torn from him like a shot. All that heat and pleasure erupts in what feels like a century, white hot nothingness filling his mind as he grips Astarion closer to him, holding him against him as the orgasm takes him—the force of his grip tightening in an involuntary gesture.
He'd let go in a moment. Likely even apologize. But for the few blessed seconds that it lasts, Xenk holds on for dear life. It's the most alive he's felt in his entire life. ]