He lets Astarion's words simply sink in without any other thought. He can't question them, his tongue too busy teasing along the tip. He can't argue, his lips too busy around him. The more he does this, the better he gets, after all.
One hand digs into his shirt, keeping him grounded.
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Date: 2024-09-27 11:42 am (UTC)One hand digs into his shirt, keeping him grounded.