As soon as he's finished, the intensity becomes unpleasant enough to warrant fixing. Fenris doesn't kick Astarion off him, but he does nudge him away with a strong, tattooed leg. He has the thing out, and then it sits on the bed, slowly moving by the power of its own vibration. It's utterly bizarre and Fenris still doesn't know how he feels about it.

He flops backward, head hitting the pillow, and heaves a sigh. "Give me a moment," Fenris says, voice a little hoarse. "A moment, and I'll... whatever you like."

It's for Astarion. It's all for Astarion, and Fenris won't forget him. He feels embarrassed enough for getting caught up in the moment, losing his control so utterly; his face is still just bright enough to see its redness.