[Sprawled out on his cot, his legs spread and faint droplets of sweat beading on tan skin . . . and make no mistake, it's hard for him to type with one hand, but Fenris couldn't stop touching himself right now even if Astarion paid him.]
Are you imagining me stripped utterly, or dressed up like one of those harem protagonists from Aurelia's romance novels? Or perhaps you're hoping I'm using one of your ill-hidden toys . . .
Pick one.
[He won't ever send a picture of himself, recognizable a thing that he is— but an array of some of Astarion's most favorite toys spread out on his blanket? Oh, that's a minimal risk, and one that he's more than willing to take. Curved vibrators meant to be discreetly worn and more vulgarly large ones; ones that change temperature or size or shape all with a simple press of a button. Ones that were meant to be affixed to a gag, or a strap; even ones that purport to secrete a steady supply of aphrodisiac, just to keep the user hot for hours and hours on end.]
Though you should know: you have not seen the full range of my flexibility just yet. Riding you and fingering you would not be a strain; task me to keep my ankles pinned above my head for more than an hour, and perhaps then you'll find me labored.
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[Sprawled out on his cot, his legs spread and faint droplets of sweat beading on tan skin . . . and make no mistake, it's hard for him to type with one hand, but Fenris couldn't stop touching himself right now even if Astarion paid him.]
Are you imagining me stripped utterly, or dressed up like one of those harem protagonists from Aurelia's romance novels? Or perhaps you're hoping I'm using one of your ill-hidden toys . . .
Pick one.
[He won't ever send a picture of himself, recognizable a thing that he is— but an array of some of Astarion's most favorite toys spread out on his blanket? Oh, that's a minimal risk, and one that he's more than willing to take. Curved vibrators meant to be discreetly worn and more vulgarly large ones; ones that change temperature or size or shape all with a simple press of a button. Ones that were meant to be affixed to a gag, or a strap; even ones that purport to secrete a steady supply of aphrodisiac, just to keep the user hot for hours and hours on end.]
Though you should know: you have not seen the full range of my flexibility just yet. Riding you and fingering you would not be a strain; task me to keep my ankles pinned above my head for more than an hour, and perhaps then you'll find me labored.