When this part comes, Fenris is ready, his face pressed into Astarion's shoulder. The press in makes him gasp, his legs wrapping around Astarion's middle, his eyes rolling back in his head. He moans, loud and long and wanton, the sounds Isabela loved to hear. He hopes Astarion likes them even half as much.

Slowly, carefully, he begins to move himself on Astarion's cock. All his previous experience in this arena had been with what Isabela called her toys. This, however, provides a much more real, immediate pleasure to them both. He wants to share it, breath hitching, face heated.