[ It isn't comfortable, but Xenk wasn't going for comfortable, either. He presses his the flat of his tongue against the ropes, sucking a bit as he feels himself drool against the darkening material. Of course he can taste Astarion beneath it too, enjoying the slightly salty taste of his skin and the warm throb of his cock as it fights against its binds.
Xenk opens his eyes and stares up at him from below, golden eyes bright with building desire. It's good to feel and hear Astarion struggle. This is what Xenk had been yearning for. To see and feel him bound in place. Even boring craftsmanship can still hold the man in place. ]
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Xenk opens his eyes and stares up at him from below, golden eyes bright with building desire. It's good to feel and hear Astarion struggle. This is what Xenk had been yearning for. To see and feel him bound in place. Even boring craftsmanship can still hold the man in place. ]