[It absolutely would, and proof of that exists in this moment. In how easily he accepts yet one more kiss, and will accept even more as this encounter goes on.
He's found that they're in a similar position as they were on the couch, with Astarion atop Winter, his legs bracketing either side of the man's hips. Dipping down low to meet his lips, he hums a little note of appreciation, and the same feeling winds through him: that giddiness that makes him feel utterly adolescent in the best way possible. As though he really can forget everything else that might plague him -- thoughts of mind flayer tadpoles, of his vampirism, of his awful past, all of it pushed aside to simply indulge in Winter's touch.
And also... Perhaps some other time. The promise of more, someday. Maybe. Hopefully.
He nudges his tongue past his lips, and though the point was to let the warlock explore his body to figure out what he likes, he can't help but rock his hips a little into him. Just to tease, but also because it very much qualifies as something he likes, too.]
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He's found that they're in a similar position as they were on the couch, with Astarion atop Winter, his legs bracketing either side of the man's hips. Dipping down low to meet his lips, he hums a little note of appreciation, and the same feeling winds through him: that giddiness that makes him feel utterly adolescent in the best way possible. As though he really can forget everything else that might plague him -- thoughts of mind flayer tadpoles, of his vampirism, of his awful past, all of it pushed aside to simply indulge in Winter's touch.
And also... Perhaps some other time. The promise of more, someday. Maybe. Hopefully.
He nudges his tongue past his lips, and though the point was to let the warlock explore his body to figure out what he likes, he can't help but rock his hips a little into him. Just to tease, but also because it very much qualifies as something he likes, too.]