It's a startled thing more felt than heard, an exasperated chuckle that bursts out of him in one exhale. His arms wrap tighter around him, drawing him in as he presses close, his movements as insistent as any pup. His weight is a pleasing one draped across Fenris' body, warm and soft in ways that he isn't used to having for himself. One arm slings around his hips, but though the other brushes against the base of his neck, he doesn't card through his hair just yet.]
A fairly decent lay . . . perhaps we should shift your focus from how to wield a gun to how to compliment people, brat.
[All at once his fingers knot tight in Astarion's hair right at the root: a tight, mean grip that grabs his attention and forces his head to tip back, just so Fenris can smile beatifically down at him. There's no anger in his gaze, no sadistic intent to start another round— just a swift reminder that Astarion's favorite tutor isn't nearly as much of a simpering pushover as the last twenty-five.]
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It's a startled thing more felt than heard, an exasperated chuckle that bursts out of him in one exhale. His arms wrap tighter around him, drawing him in as he presses close, his movements as insistent as any pup. His weight is a pleasing one draped across Fenris' body, warm and soft in ways that he isn't used to having for himself. One arm slings around his hips, but though the other brushes against the base of his neck, he doesn't card through his hair just yet.]
A fairly decent lay . . . perhaps we should shift your focus from how to wield a gun to how to compliment people, brat.
[All at once his fingers knot tight in Astarion's hair right at the root: a tight, mean grip that grabs his attention and forces his head to tip back, just so Fenris can smile beatifically down at him. There's no anger in his gaze, no sadistic intent to start another round— just a swift reminder that Astarion's favorite tutor isn't nearly as much of a simpering pushover as the last twenty-five.]
Try again, stellula.