"Yes," he answers blithely, and he does not bother to hide the amusement in his voice before Astarion's lips brush his, barely a kiss but tantalizing all the same. The sharpness in the bite that comes next lights a fire in him and it makes Fenris dip down closer, trying to catch him in a full kiss. There is insistence behind it, a need drawn out by the offer in front of him. Need isn't a new feeling, but the promise of pleasure in it is.

Fenris gasps, breaking the kiss as the other man manages to get a hand around them both. His hand moves to accommodate Astarion's apparent mission and his other clutches the blanket beneath them as he thrusts forward. His lips remain parted and a harsher breath escapes him as they slide together. Warmth spreads across his cheeks and chest, it twists low in his body and he cannot help the moan that the slick friction coaxes from him. He can feel himself throb and a growing urgency creeping up his spine.

He will not say the plea rising in his throat, would rather choke on it than allow himself to beg. Not yet.