[ He also likes the sensation of Astarion's fingers in his hair, and it causes him to melt into the other man all the more. A shame that the pesky need to breathe finally rears its head, and Winter has to breath the kiss.
He stays very close, though, their faces a whisper away. There's a bit of red smeared across the corner of his own mouth now. Perhaps Astarion can do something about that eventually. ]
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He stays very close, though, their faces a whisper away. There's a bit of red smeared across the corner of his own mouth now. Perhaps Astarion can do something about that eventually. ]
You are... a dangerous man. I like it.