"I don't have a gag reflex so you can fuck my throat if you want. Or not, if you want me to lie back and do all the work. Whatever you like."

He gets between Astarion's legs, takes Astarion into his mouth, and puts Astarion's hands on his head.

It feels-- strange, to have Cayden's skull under his fingers. He doesn't remember the last time he had control like this, instead of something play-acted.

And here Cayden is, putting his generosity where his mouth is. (Or would it be the other way around?)

Lying about not having a gag reflex would be stupid, but unfortunately that's the natural state of horny young humans. 

It would be just as stupid not to put that claim to the test, of course. 

It is true, he doesn't have a gag reflex.

He clearly just came and is sleepy and done with sex, and also clearly doesn't seem to think this matters with regards to whether Astarion is fucking his face.

Astarion is having an emotion about Cayden just letting him use his face. He feels... powerful. Yes, that's it. Cayden is, very literally, in the palm of his hands.

Is this how Cazador feels all the time? If so, no wonder he behaves so abominably.

"Gods, now I have to choose between coming down your throat or marking your pretty little face."

Cayden's mouth is full but he makes a very agreeable noise.

Cayden has to be faking. It's the only logical explanation.

So, coming on Cayden's face sounds fun in theory, but it's going to involve taking his cock out of this nice warm mouth, which is more effort than its worth. (Cayden feels like a furnace.)

He pulls Cayden as far down into his cock as he can as he comes.

Cayden swallows and then kisses Astarion. "That was fun."

That was fun! That seems improbable.

Kiss back. "I could be persuaded to keep you around." 

"At the very least you should ravish me somewhere with fewer rocks."

"A nice in with a bed where we have the time do things properly." It's a pity: the rocks and implicit time limit were a fun change of pace.

"I could suck you off for half an hour, if you like."

He laughs. "I'm surprised that's where your mind goes first."

"Why? You have a very nice cock."

"The way you flatter me, it almost makes me think you want to get in my pants again. I just thought you'd be interested in other parts of me."

"I'm also not against receiving a blowjob!"

He laughs. "It's all mouths and cocks with you, isn't it?" Honestly, he doesn't mind. It's just amusingly specific.

"I also like hands! And grinding! I like grinding the best, honestly."

"Now come, you've already got me in your clutches. You don't have to lie."

"I mean-- I know it doesn't have to be like that, I had a boyfriend who was really into fucking. But with hands and grinding it's kind of like you're both equals, right? And even with mouth stuff, technically one person is being penetrated but they're also doing all the work. But when you're getting fucked in the ass there's always a top and a bottom and it feels like-- there's the one that's in charge and the one that isn't. And I don't like it."

This man is fake. He cannot be real. This has to be some very elaborate act to try and bait him for some specific reason. 

Everything is about power. That's the way of the world.

He ruffles his hair. "You're too cute for your own good, you know that?"

"Thais got me to like things in my butt ages ago so I can be convinced."

"Should I be jealous of this Thais?"

"She's the mom of my kids. --Or, I have a lot of kids, but she's the mom of my kids that I had on purpose instead of as the natural consequence of coming inside a woman."

He sounds very affectionate.

He's married? Of course he's married, he had to have some flaw or another and at least this one could be worse. "You must miss them terribly.

"Not really, I normally go three or six months between seeing them. Thais says I'm a terrible influence."