[ Solas' own inexperience with slaves meant to focus on another's pleasure means he has no preconceptions of how this is supposed to go. That Lad's enjoyment was clear in every move the other man made only spurred on his own. The way the light gleamed off of Lad's skin was intoxicating and even as he tried to meet Lad's movements with his hips, his focus was clearly on appreciating Lad's form.
He shudders at the way Lad's nails feel digging into him as his own nails press into his palms. Would it be poor form to praise the other man? Spirits, he hoped not because he can't stop the words from spilling out. ]
I thought you were handsome when we met, [ he starts, face flush and breath coming in pants. How much longer would he last with Lad moving against him? He only wished his hands were free so he could return the favor. ] I didn't realize how much better you could look.
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He shudders at the way Lad's nails feel digging into him as his own nails press into his palms. Would it be poor form to praise the other man? Spirits, he hoped not because he can't stop the words from spilling out. ]
I thought you were handsome when we met, [ he starts, face flush and breath coming in pants. How much longer would he last with Lad moving against him? He only wished his hands were free so he could return the favor. ] I didn't realize how much better you could look.