The sound of Astarion's laugh sends unexpected chills rushing through him, unexpected and pleasant and happier than any sound Fenris has managed tonight. And perhaps it sounds like forgiveness for the kick, or for his reticence.
Fenris whispers something, probably another string of curses in another language, as the slick slide between them makes hot tension coil tighter inside him. He's reduced to panting, hips working into the pressure of their combined grip.
He could finish like this, he realizes. He is so starved for touch that doesn't bring him pain and discomfort that he feels he has very little in the way of restraint left. His fevered imagination flies back to how it felt to have this man over him, penetrating him. Fenris has the decency to believe Astarion meant no harm, trusts that, and his mind drifts back to how this started.
Knees slide further apart, lowering him more over the body beneath him. Fenris leans more into his hand pressed to the bed, just over Astarion's shoulder. He keeps his head down, within range of another kiss should either of them try for it.
"Do you want what you started chasing?" he asks, quietly breathless and hoping that question makes sense now that he's managed it out loud. Every inch of him is a testament to how much has been taken from him. What would it feel like to start taking it back? Is it possible after so long?
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Fenris whispers something, probably another string of curses in another language, as the slick slide between them makes hot tension coil tighter inside him. He's reduced to panting, hips working into the pressure of their combined grip.
He could finish like this, he realizes. He is so starved for touch that doesn't bring him pain and discomfort that he feels he has very little in the way of restraint left. His fevered imagination flies back to how it felt to have this man over him, penetrating him. Fenris has the decency to believe Astarion meant no harm, trusts that, and his mind drifts back to how this started.
Knees slide further apart, lowering him more over the body beneath him. Fenris leans more into his hand pressed to the bed, just over Astarion's shoulder. He keeps his head down, within range of another kiss should either of them try for it.
"Do you want what you started chasing?" he asks, quietly breathless and hoping that question makes sense now that he's managed it out loud. Every inch of him is a testament to how much has been taken from him. What would it feel like to start taking it back? Is it possible after so long?