[There are just some sentences you don't want to hear when you're midway through making out with someone. When you have just had their cock shoved down your throat and their fingers fucking into you, I might have exaggerated my age has to be one of the top ten.
He rears back, pulling away far enough that he can stare down at his ward. His eyes dart about his face, taking in the twisted expression of guilt and fluster, watching as those silver eyes dart away again and again.]
By how much, Astarion.
[Oh, his voice has gone very flat. Should he have guessed that Astarion would have lied about his age? Perhaps, but on the other hand, why on earth would he bother to lie? It's an easy enough thing for Fenris to find out sooner or later— but then again, if Astarion had thought he'd never see him again . . .
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He rears back, pulling away far enough that he can stare down at his ward. His eyes dart about his face, taking in the twisted expression of guilt and fluster, watching as those silver eyes dart away again and again.]
By how much, Astarion.
[Oh, his voice has gone very flat. Should he have guessed that Astarion would have lied about his age? Perhaps, but on the other hand, why on earth would he bother to lie? It's an easy enough thing for Fenris to find out sooner or later— but then again, if Astarion had thought he'd never see him again . . .
Oh, gods.]