[It isn't balking, it's a growl, snaking from his throat in the seconds prior to a lunge that has him coiled over his sprawled bodyguard (never mind that his cock's already stiffened from suggestion, caught hot against his thigh like a brand, insisting on a memory he won't soon manage to outrun), never mind that he can almost taste those fingers if he dares to shut his eyes— watching them disappear along the back of Fenris' own head only to chase them with his hand: grabbing that smug excuse for a servant by both his wrists and wrenching them to the sheets through leverage alone, silvered stare gleaming like a knife in sunlight.
It was kind, that Fenris didn't rub it in. He had to have been patient just to wait so long, lying and feigning at what he didn't know just to shake the bloodhounds from their scent, not to mention how difficult it would've been to clean Astarion as a servant in the middle of an overlavish affair.
But if Astarion was the sort for gratitude, it's more than late to the party, now.]
You cheated.
[Oh, it wasn't fair, cries the player that'd rigged the game well before they'd ever even begun. The one with a head start, who then shoves his forehead hard against the center of Fenris' own with one more insistent snap of air let out from rousing lungs, posturing like a lion over prey, though it's only the depiction in his mind.]
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[It isn't balking, it's a growl, snaking from his throat in the seconds prior to a lunge that has him coiled over his sprawled bodyguard (never mind that his cock's already stiffened from suggestion, caught hot against his thigh like a brand, insisting on a memory he won't soon manage to outrun), never mind that he can almost taste those fingers if he dares to shut his eyes— watching them disappear along the back of Fenris' own head only to chase them with his hand: grabbing that smug excuse for a servant by both his wrists and wrenching them to the sheets through leverage alone, silvered stare gleaming like a knife in sunlight.
It was kind, that Fenris didn't rub it in. He had to have been patient just to wait so long, lying and feigning at what he didn't know just to shake the bloodhounds from their scent, not to mention how difficult it would've been to clean Astarion as a servant in the middle of an overlavish affair.
But if Astarion was the sort for gratitude, it's more than late to the party, now.]
You cheated.
[Oh, it wasn't fair, cries the player that'd rigged the game well before they'd ever even begun. The one with a head start, who then shoves his forehead hard against the center of Fenris' own with one more insistent snap of air let out from rousing lungs, posturing like a lion over prey, though it's only the depiction in his mind.]