[Leon leans subtly into the touch, hungry for it but his desire feels single-minded, hyperfocused. The feeling of his nails draws a soft groan from him and seems to just add a level of desperation to his arousal.
He palms Astarion roughly, his other hand pushing up under his shirt, pressing flat against his abdomen, fingers fanned. Leon doesn't seem to have any patience left for teasing. There's no kissing or biting, immediately taking Astarion's cock, only half hard, in his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he works to get him erect, his fingers around the base to hold him in place as his head begins to bob.
His gaze wanders upward, blue eyes hazy with lust as he looks up at Astarion through his lashes, seeming to find some kind of relief already, and certainly pleasure, in the act.]
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He palms Astarion roughly, his other hand pushing up under his shirt, pressing flat against his abdomen, fingers fanned. Leon doesn't seem to have any patience left for teasing. There's no kissing or biting, immediately taking Astarion's cock, only half hard, in his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he works to get him erect, his fingers around the base to hold him in place as his head begins to bob.
His gaze wanders upward, blue eyes hazy with lust as he looks up at Astarion through his lashes, seeming to find some kind of relief already, and certainly pleasure, in the act.]