He doesn't mean to laugh so damned brightly in response.
It happens, anyway.
And he's tired, now. Drowsy with spent lust and preening visibly, besides. Wound languidly across his captivating (and deeply admired) companion, he can't remember ever feeling so at ease in all his life. Even the arms of his own sex-sated prey never quite brought about such a sense of calm, strong enough to make him feel entirely relaxed in the middle of an unfamiliar city, sprawled over withering floorboards.
"As a matter of fact, I am. I've a great deal to be proud of, after all: those perfect cries of yours are going to be swimming through my dreams tonight."
Pale fingers continue petting and scuffing their way along Fenris' scalp, their work as deft as it is devoted. A sort of aftercare rarely afforded to anyone, save for those who ask him for it— and freely given in this moment without a single thought.
He licks his own lips once, cleaning the blood from them.
"It's been ages since you last kicked me for pressing you too eagerly, after all."
And honestly, at times Astarion does wonder if that means they've found a deeper vein of connectivity between them...or if it just means Fenris is falling headfirst into the notion of his own dawning lust.
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It happens, anyway.
And he's tired, now. Drowsy with spent lust and preening visibly, besides. Wound languidly across his captivating (and deeply admired) companion, he can't remember ever feeling so at ease in all his life. Even the arms of his own sex-sated prey never quite brought about such a sense of calm, strong enough to make him feel entirely relaxed in the middle of an unfamiliar city, sprawled over withering floorboards.
"As a matter of fact, I am. I've a great deal to be proud of, after all: those perfect cries of yours are going to be swimming through my dreams tonight."
Pale fingers continue petting and scuffing their way along Fenris' scalp, their work as deft as it is devoted. A sort of aftercare rarely afforded to anyone, save for those who ask him for it— and freely given in this moment without a single thought.
He licks his own lips once, cleaning the blood from them.
"It's been ages since you last kicked me for pressing you too eagerly, after all."
And honestly, at times Astarion does wonder if that means they've found a deeper vein of connectivity between them...or if it just means Fenris is falling headfirst into the notion of his own dawning lust.