[Definitely Astarion with the three-pronged attack. But if they're both spoiled by it, then what's the harm? He likes how reactive Winter is; how he's not shy at all to show how much he's enjoying his touches, though the vampire didn't expect anything less.
That nibble becomes a little nip before he relents, and he eases himself up to look down at Winter as the warlock arches into his touch. As much as he's cited he doesn't play fair, Astarion doesn't wish to be too much of a tease, either. He wants to encourage and reward every little attempt to feel more anticipatory pleasure, more friction. Wants to see the look on Winter's face as everything builds to a boil. Idly, he drags his fingers through the other's hair again, simply because he can.]
Mmn.
[He continues to palm him through his pants, steady and rhythmically applied pressure.]
Gods... [Despite himself, the vampire huffs out a disbelieving little exhale.] I'm sure you hear it all the time, but you're beautiful like this.
yeah,
That nibble becomes a little nip before he relents, and he eases himself up to look down at Winter as the warlock arches into his touch. As much as he's cited he doesn't play fair, Astarion doesn't wish to be too much of a tease, either. He wants to encourage and reward every little attempt to feel more anticipatory pleasure, more friction. Wants to see the look on Winter's face as everything builds to a boil. Idly, he drags his fingers through the other's hair again, simply because he can.]
Mmn.
[He continues to palm him through his pants, steady and rhythmically applied pressure.]
Gods... [Despite himself, the vampire huffs out a disbelieving little exhale.] I'm sure you hear it all the time, but you're beautiful like this.