Max Maximum | OC

"Don't worry, darling," Astarion assured him, delicately swiping his thumb over Lioriley's chin and lips and letting her suck any remnants of Max's come off of the pad of his thumb, so none of it went to waste. "We'll make sure you have an excellent view. A seat in the front row, even." He chuckled at his own little joke, reached for Lioriley's hand to help her to her feet and guided her back into straddling Max's lap. His fingers slipped beneath her flimsy lingerie and drifted over the curve of her ass, between her spread thighs to stroke her cunt--being very thorough in his exploration, to make sure Max wouldn't miss her reactions to his touch. "Mmmm...so wet and ready," he purred, leaning in to kiss along the curve of Lior's neck, red eyes heavy-lidded as he gazed at Max over her shoulder and winked coquettishly. One hand left her body to undo the front of his trousers and slide his own very ready, very eager arousal from his pants to rub the tip over her slit. "I wouldn't be surprised if you could feel her dripping, darling." Doubtful, but when did dirty talk have to be the most realistic to be hot?