Yes. All this time I've hidden a secret but undeniable longing for the day you'll kill yourself over a dispute about Instagram so I can jerk off to the sight. You've caught me.
In any case: you brought it up first. Don't throw fireballs in glass houses, Astarion. If you're itching for me to try something new in bed, you can simply say.
I'm not a dangerous criminal stealing your virtue instead of your silver, either, and yet you were excited enough to pretend I was when I was bending you over the bed last night. We can figure something out, I am sure.
Are you looking for a repeat performance tonight, little magistrate?
Shall I rip your clothes from your body when you get home? Pin you down and spread your legs open wide and take what I want from you, taking your mouth with my fingers as I fuck you into your mattress, claiming every last hole for myself? Breeding you in every which way I can, just to say I took you first . . .
I'll fuck you well enough tonight to fluster you for the next three days. You won't need a cell phone— but I promise you I'll whisper enough filth to sate you for the next three weeks, just to cease your fretting.
And I won't be waiting on your bed. What fun would that be? I'll grab you when you least expect it, throwing you over my shoulder so I can drag you to your bed.
Or perhaps a wall. You always turn so red when I remind you I can fuck you without your feet ever touching the ground.
and whilst there is a great deal the unwashed masses will endure for the sake of hierarchical piety, waltzing in on my next case with a stiff cock and a hunger for your parted legs held front and center might
but do you really think I'll ever let my guard down enough to let you? You've been training me to always be prepared for danger, after all.
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Tell you, and give away my grand plan, thus rendering me helpless against your assault? I don't bloody think so sweetheart. No no no, you're going to have to wait and find out and hope that I don't turn the tables on you just to leave you panting with a watering mouth and an aching jaw the way you damned well deserve.
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That is not this day.
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maybe that's a fighter masochist sadist kind of thing you all share?
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What were they discussing, exactly? How many they'd seen? Or were they boasting about how they'd participated in some?
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what?
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you wouldn't be able to ANYWAY you're my bodyguard
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Shall I rip your clothes from your body when you get home? Pin you down and spread your legs open wide and take what I want from you, taking your mouth with my fingers as I fuck you into your mattress, claiming every last hole for myself? Breeding you in every which way I can, just to say I took you first . . .
Shall we play that game again?
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And I won't be waiting on your bed. What fun would that be? I'll grab you when you least expect it, throwing you over my shoulder so I can drag you to your bed.
Or perhaps a wall. You always turn so red when I remind you I can fuck you without your feet ever touching the ground.
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Will that make this a punishment still?
....EH.
He won't bring that up if Fenris certainly isn't. Punishment is such a subjective concept, anyway. Swooning eye of the beholder and all that.]
WHY YES. I AM.
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but do you really think I'll ever let my guard down enough to let you? You've been training me to always be prepared for danger, after all.
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What, exactly, would you do to stop me? Be precise.
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[Isn't actually enough of a truth to ruin Fenris' suggestion, but like hells is he admitting that.]
Tell you, and give away my grand plan, thus rendering me helpless against your assault? I don't bloody think so sweetheart. No no no, you're going to have to wait and find out and hope that I don't turn the tables on you just to leave you panting with a watering mouth and an aching jaw the way you damned well deserve.
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