Fenris voices an answering growl as Astarion grabs at his thighs and shoves him into the wall. His chest hits and the pressure behind him forces his back straighter, narrowing the space between him and the wall. Thighs soon forced further apart, Fenris's fingers tighten in Astarion's pale hair when feels the press of his already-slick cock against him, into him, with little prelude.

His eyes flutter but do not close as he's taken, inch by inch, with only the wall to keep him up. Panting as teeth sink into him again and the vampire's tongue tends the spot. Fenris's body yields slowly, and he would bow his head if he had room to do it. Instead, his brow bumps against the wall, white hair in his face as that voice rumbles behind him.

"So confident," he mutters, accent heavier. "Just waiting for the chance?"

He can't believe Astarion was ready so quickly for this.