Somewhat Clear

Between his lover's legs, with his face in the cradle of his hips, was Staeve's favourite place to be. He liked petting the soft skin there, putting his palms over the jutting bones to keep him flush to the bed while he teased him.

He liked leaving wet kisses right in the hollow of the juncture between thigh and pelvis, and then blowing on it.

Astarion twitched, cursing at him. “Gods, you're a tease,” he complained, breathless, eyes burning red like embers even in the dim room.

Staeve chuckled. “Ask me for it,” he encouraged him, nuzzling his cock. “Tell me you want it.”

A faint flush spread on Astarion’s face, to the tips of his ears. “I want you,” he said exasperated, a hint of desperation in his voice. “Stupid.”

Staeve smiled and swallowed him whole.