[ There's something about the simple addition of "with you" that makes that pleasant, constricting warmth hug all the tighter. He'd spoken true, of course, that he would be honored, and he is, but more than that, this feels special. Cherished. Because it's him, and because it's Astarion.
Those two words bring something soft and fond to the warlock's expression, and he gives a small nod. Shifting on the couch, he hauls himself up to a sit, one arm still looped around the vampire to keep him steady. ]
Then we're not doing this on the couch.
[ He can't quite help but lean in to kiss Astarion, a brief detour he indulges in for a languid moment. ]
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Those two words bring something soft and fond to the warlock's expression, and he gives a small nod. Shifting on the couch, he hauls himself up to a sit, one arm still looped around the vampire to keep him steady. ]
Then we're not doing this on the couch.
[ He can't quite help but lean in to kiss Astarion, a brief detour he indulges in for a languid moment. ]
Will you join me in my bed?