Fenris's fingers dig against Astarion's hip, chest heaving as he's fucked without restraint, just like this. His thighs strain further apart and the sounds between them are utterly obscene. Fenris cannot remember the last time his body felt like this. He can feel his cock pulse in Astarion's mouth and his back arches as that delicious tension builds, twisting tighter low in his body. He can even feel the vibration of the other man's voice.

He feels hard warmth brush his cheek as Astarion shifts his hips and he knows he has been neglecting him. Fenris guides Astarion back into his mouth, muting a low moan that escapes him as fingers plunge deep. It's been--it's been more than a decade since he's felt anything even remotely like this. If Danarius allowed any pleasure, it was quickly smothered with deep shame and humiliation in feeling it in the first place. That had never been of his choosing, not really. This is. More than that, it's with a man who seems to understand Fenris's fraught relationship with his own body. Somehow, that helps.

Astarion's fingers move just right inside him and Fenris nearly chokes as the tension in him snaps. He clings to the man above him as he comes, feeling only passing shame that he does so without warning.

At the very least, he tries to keep his mouth on Astarion's cock, trying to offer even half as much as he's being given as that delirious pleasure rolls through him.