#so uh..

“Oh… gods…” She whimpers, pressing back harder, and he thrashes his head back once more, cursing her for ever having been picked up by the nautiloid for the pain it brings him to now know her and not be able to be inside her every waking minute. “A-Astarion…” Her voice is soft, fingers coming to his jaw to make him look up at her. “Please…” She comes down, tucking her nose against his cheek as he continues to rock them in tandem. “On your back…” He bites around another crude sound, arms wrapping around her body to pull her closer. She hums a yes, and he feels his chest ache at the sound of it. He flips them carefully, laying her against the soft moss as his lips press against hers and he drags every mewl from her like she’s an instrument he’s learned to pluck ever so skillfully. He spreads her thighs wide, hands stroking over the backs of them as he lifts them up, tucking her ankles beside his ears. His fingers sink into the tender spots behind her knees and she sighs, gaze glued to where they're about to be joined. He shudders at the thought, the promise, one hand slipping down to hover over her. Their eyes meet and she nods softly, curses falling from his mouth as his shaking finger gently presses onto her swollen clit and swirls gently around it, tearing a frantic keen from her throat. He tucks her ankle closer with his free hand and continues his torturous circle, watching her crumble beneath him and arch into his touch. “That feels… oh gods, Star,” Her words break and scatter around them and he follows the path of her drenched folds downward, groaning at her heat and the juices that coat his fingers and connect them to her even after he pulls away. “Gods…” He breathes, coating himself in her and pumping a few times to stave off the urgency to plunge in faster than she's ready for. The need to be buried inside burns bright in his belly and she watches him touch himself with heavy lidded, smoldering eyes.