[ Winter has his mouth open to respond, but enamored as he is at watching Astarion, at feeling his touch, he can't guess at the vampire's intentions until it's too late. Back he goes onto the bed, dragging Astarion with him.
His back hits the mattress, pushing a laugh out of him that somehow makes him feel like a giddy teen, light and bright and simply enamored with the man currently settling on top of him. ]
Yes, I will.
[ A little belatedly. The tendril gives Astarion's finger a little squeeze and then slides away to take its place on Winter's skin as naught more than ink. ]
Perhaps some other time, but for now, I much prefer using my own hands.
[ So saying, he takes Astarion's chin in his hand, guiding him down for a kiss. Since that moment under the mistletoe, he's coming to realize that he quite likes kissing Astarion. He'd make quite the habit of it if the vampire would let him. Wouldn't that be nice? ]
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His back hits the mattress, pushing a laugh out of him that somehow makes him feel like a giddy teen, light and bright and simply enamored with the man currently settling on top of him. ]
Yes, I will.
[ A little belatedly. The tendril gives Astarion's finger a little squeeze and then slides away to take its place on Winter's skin as naught more than ink. ]
Perhaps some other time, but for now, I much prefer using my own hands.
[ So saying, he takes Astarion's chin in his hand, guiding him down for a kiss. Since that moment under the mistletoe, he's coming to realize that he quite likes kissing Astarion. He'd make quite the habit of it if the vampire would let him. Wouldn't that be nice? ]