He was quite literally putty in their hands. How delightful. Unsurprising--but delightful nonetheless.
The rope was easily manipulated in Astarion's dexterous hands, binding Max's wrists together behind the chair, hopefully the right combination of secure and comfortable. Well--as comfortable as it could be. And they wouldn't leave him there for terribly long. Probably. Just long enough to be a little cruel.
All this was done while Astarion kissed his way down Max's neck, tongue pressing against the flutter of his pulse to enjoy the soft pounding of hot, delicious blood just beneath the surface. "There you are, darling," he purred as he lifted his hands away from Max's arms, running one hand around Max's chest and sliding the other through Lioriley's hair. "Your present is all wrapped up tight."
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Date: 2021-04-19 01:34 am (UTC)The rope was easily manipulated in Astarion's dexterous hands, binding Max's wrists together behind the chair, hopefully the right combination of secure and comfortable. Well--as comfortable as it could be. And they wouldn't leave him there for terribly long. Probably. Just long enough to be a little cruel.
All this was done while Astarion kissed his way down Max's neck, tongue pressing against the flutter of his pulse to enjoy the soft pounding of hot, delicious blood just beneath the surface. "There you are, darling," he purred as he lifted his hands away from Max's arms, running one hand around Max's chest and sliding the other through Lioriley's hair. "Your present is all wrapped up tight."