Fenris bows his head as teeth nip and bite without truly satisfying pressure. He bares his own in a silent growl as Astarion's seeking fingers spread the leaking evidence of his arousal over hard and fevered flesh. He grinds against Astarion's hand as much as he can and that ensures he also feels the firm press against his ass as the pale elf bucks against him. He holds back a groan.

"You are aware that our nearest neighbors are no longer goats and rabbits, yes?"

It isn't the sex he objects to - he would have made himself clear by now - but loud sex that will surely be heard through thin walls or floorboards.

Or perhaps it's merely a challenge: how badly does Astarion want it? How persuasive is he willing to be? As if the knowing hand working him up isn't enough.