[Oh, good. Winter doesn't disappoint in his boldness, but Astarion expected nothing else. He allows their tongues to dance, for the other to fully taste every lingering droplet of copper, and tilts his head as though to encourage it even deeper.
Pulled close, it's his turn to make a noise that almost sounds like a titter of a laugh, muffled and lost in the warlock's mouth. His hand moves to settle at the nape of his neck instead, fingers still sliding into his hair. He likes the sensation.
He also doesn't need to pull away to take a breath, so he'll happily go on for as long as Winter allows it.]
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Pulled close, it's his turn to make a noise that almost sounds like a titter of a laugh, muffled and lost in the warlock's mouth. His hand moves to settle at the nape of his neck instead, fingers still sliding into his hair. He likes the sensation.
He also doesn't need to pull away to take a breath, so he'll happily go on for as long as Winter allows it.]