[And down he goes with a little noise that could almost be a titter, though the sound is cut off by the way his body presses against the other man. He's so warm, he thinks, pleasantly.
Their lips meet again. There's more heat to it this time, but that's understandable when one is on top of the other. Astarion opens his mouth, letting him in nigh immediately, while his hands meanwhile seek elsewhere... Anywhere, really. One with his fingers still seated in the dark forest of the warlock's hair, the other deciding where to find purchase. It trails down, down, until it finds a place snug against Winter's hipbone, fingers flexing into the material of his trousers.
Hums quite contentedly, but eventually he does figure he might as well ask-]
You can tell me where you like to be touched if you like.
[Or he'll just figure it out himself. He's good at that.]
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Their lips meet again. There's more heat to it this time, but that's understandable when one is on top of the other. Astarion opens his mouth, letting him in nigh immediately, while his hands meanwhile seek elsewhere... Anywhere, really. One with his fingers still seated in the dark forest of the warlock's hair, the other deciding where to find purchase. It trails down, down, until it finds a place snug against Winter's hipbone, fingers flexing into the material of his trousers.
Hums quite contentedly, but eventually he does figure he might as well ask-]
You can tell me where you like to be touched if you like.
[Or he'll just figure it out himself. He's good at that.]