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“Oh yes,” Astarion says, breathy. “Oh, that’s perfect. Right there.”
Halsin clenches his jaw and tries to focus on holding Astarion’s ankle in place for the stretch. Tries not to think about how in place means practically touching Astarion’s ear.
He starts mentally counting back from sixty—makes it to fifteen before Astarion groans, shifting, his other knee brushing against the inside of Halsin’s thigh—
“That should be enough,” Halsin decides, easing back and carefully extricating himself from their… position.
Astarion sprawls beside him, thighs splayed wide.
“That felt wonderful, darling.” He smiles, faux-sweet. “Could you do the other leg?”