"Ah - hells, your tongue."
Astarion bites his lip, watching him with half-lidded eyes; his cock is already leaking precome into his lover's mouth. His thighs are tense, a fine tremor in his fingertips.
"You feel utterly sinful, Jacob. Don't stop..."
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Date: 2024-09-27 04:40 pm (UTC)"Ah - hells, your tongue."
Astarion bites his lip, watching him with half-lidded eyes; his cock is already leaking precome into his lover's mouth. His thighs are tense, a fine tremor in his fingertips.
"You feel utterly sinful, Jacob. Don't stop..."