[Oh, yes. He likes that reaction, too; never mind his complicated feelings about being physical with someone, but Astarion is always going to be a little proud about how easily he finds what others like. How he can root them out with just a little bit of exploration on his end.]
Mm, good to know. I'll be sure to keep it in mind.
[His turn to trail his lips against Winter's jaw. He can still scent the little puncture wounds he's left behind in his neck, smelling of copper.]
Now, where else... [The hand at his hip kneads there momentarily as the vampire considers. Higher or lower? Well... How about higher. Into the openness of his shirt, gliding along his chest, sliding in between where their bodies press against each other.] Somewhere here?
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Mm, good to know. I'll be sure to keep it in mind.
[His turn to trail his lips against Winter's jaw. He can still scent the little puncture wounds he's left behind in his neck, smelling of copper.]
Now, where else... [The hand at his hip kneads there momentarily as the vampire considers. Higher or lower? Well... How about higher. Into the openness of his shirt, gliding along his chest, sliding in between where their bodies press against each other.] Somewhere here?