[ Not Astarion with the three-pronged attack… there’s really nothing Winter can do to resist, but then, he doesn’t really want to resist. He’s not the sort of person who puts his pride on the line in matters of the bedroom, and instead is more than happy to let his partner know when he’s having a great time.
And this is certainly a great start. The warlock’s eyes fall closed, head angling back into the couch cushions, the warm slide of Astarion’s tongue along his ear making warmth and the staticky buzz of anticipation roll through him. ]
I– ah-! Mmn…
[ He’d forgotten about those hands for a second. Astarion is quick to remind him, and the low buzz in his veins becomes a full-on electric bolt. He arches into Astarion again, hips rocking. ]
is this where we warn for inevitable nsfw
And this is certainly a great start. The warlock’s eyes fall closed, head angling back into the couch cushions, the warm slide of Astarion’s tongue along his ear making warmth and the staticky buzz of anticipation roll through him. ]
I– ah-! Mmn…
[ He’d forgotten about those hands for a second. Astarion is quick to remind him, and the low buzz in his veins becomes a full-on electric bolt. He arches into Astarion again, hips rocking. ]
I expected no less.