[Splits off from 'life swarms with innocent monsters' here.]
"Looking at the stars?"
[Splits off from 'life swarms with innocent monsters' here.]
"Looking at the stars?"
Cayden is getting more focused. His eyes are half-lidded. He holds Astarion close, one hand playing with his hair, the other hand running up and down his side and the outside of his thigh; it's a soft, affectionate kind of thing, like he thinks that Astarion is precious. He moans.
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.
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 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.
"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."
He reminisces: "We adventured together for a while. Worked together to overthrow this Reaper of Reputation cult. She used her network from her johns to get information and did a bit of poison, I did the intimidating and the fighting and got any information I could get from getting drunk... it was good times. But when we finally destroyed the leader she wanted to retire, run her own brothel, raise her kids. I stop by now and then. The girl's good with her sword, I think she'll take after her dad."
[Splits off from life swarms with innocent monsters here.]
Cayden's arm is around Lae'zel's shoulder the entire way to his bedroll.
On the one hand: it's not like he has to take him back to Cazador. It doesn't matter if Cayden is disinterested.
On the other, and also all the of the tentacles that are going to be bursting out of their faces if they don't fix this: any plan that requires defeating Cazador-- Hells, any plan that requires not being thrown back to him with a gift wrapped bow around his throat-- requires Cayden to like him and consider him useful. And giving Cayden a good time is the best way to do that and it's not working.
Okay. Barely concealed panic will not help the situation. Suave unruffled calm might.
He whispers into Cayden's ear, "Did you have any plans for tonight?"