[It's fortunate for Leon that he's present enough to pin his hand against Astarion's abdomen, because the moment that mouth finds his cock he's ready to thrust it down his throat. The unexpected barrier stopping him from simply fucking that lovely face relentlessly draws a liquid moan from him that's equal measures of frustration and satisfaction. Between his companion's enthusiasm and obvious oral talent Astarion is fully aroused in just a few passes.
Whether Leon is naturally talented or he had plenty of past experience in pleasuring men, it doesn't even matter. His lips, tongue, his technique is enough to push Astarion over the edge before the he's even tasted his beautiful quarry. He's loathe to stop him, especially when those blue eyes find his own deep, red ones -- for praise or to gauge his reaction, it doesn't matter.
The fingers combing through Leon's hair curl into a fist, insistently pulling him off of his cock without being too rough, not yet. The hand not buried in Leon's hair coasts along the lines of his face, thumb tracing soft, moist lips, taking a moment to admire him before crouching down on the floor with him.]
Your lingual skills are first-rate, darling, but I would hate to finish before we've even started.
[And now it was Astarion's turn to roll Leon back onto the floor pinning the other man bodily beneath him, hips fitting against his companion's, intentionally bringing their mutual arousal into contact though Astarion was arguably more dressed down.]
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Whether Leon is naturally talented or he had plenty of past experience in pleasuring men, it doesn't even matter. His lips, tongue, his technique is enough to push Astarion over the edge before the he's even tasted his beautiful quarry. He's loathe to stop him, especially when those blue eyes find his own deep, red ones -- for praise or to gauge his reaction, it doesn't matter.
The fingers combing through Leon's hair curl into a fist, insistently pulling him off of his cock without being too rough, not yet. The hand not buried in Leon's hair coasts along the lines of his face, thumb tracing soft, moist lips, taking a moment to admire him before crouching down on the floor with him.]
Your lingual skills are first-rate, darling, but I would hate to finish before we've even started.
[And now it was Astarion's turn to roll Leon back onto the floor pinning the other man bodily beneath him, hips fitting against his companion's, intentionally bringing their mutual arousal into contact though Astarion was arguably more dressed down.]