[Astarion grins even wider when Winter flexes into him, splaying his hand further and drifting up higher along his chest. No, it might not be here, but he can still enjoy the feeling of skin on skin.]
What a shame. You're so warm. I can feel your heartbeat.
[And how exciting it is, and always will be, to have someone under him who thrums with the vitality of life. As though he might sample it himself, simply by being near.
Well. He supposes he can rove his hands up and down his chest anytime he likes, so for now, Astarion directs his touch back down low, past Winter's hipbone, and snakes towards his inner thigh, flexing his fingers there.]
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What a shame. You're so warm. I can feel your heartbeat.
[And how exciting it is, and always will be, to have someone under him who thrums with the vitality of life. As though he might sample it himself, simply by being near.
Well. He supposes he can rove his hands up and down his chest anytime he likes, so for now, Astarion directs his touch back down low, past Winter's hipbone, and snakes towards his inner thigh, flexing his fingers there.]
Closer?