[ He's coming to realize he likes this, too. Astarion warm on top of him, their breaths mingling in an open-mouthed kiss, the way the vampire licks into his mouth to taste him.
Winter begins to breathe out his own sound of contentment, but that sweet friction of their hips turns the sound into something low and thunderous instead, a moan rolling through him for Astarion to drink from his lips. ]
Hells, Astarion.
[ They part for only a second, but it's enough to get those words out, and then he's diving back into the welcome heat of the other's mouth. His hands find purchase on Astarion's shoulders, and out of sheer habit he moves to pass his palms down his back, with the intention of tracing shoulder blades and muscles, to memorize and map, like he promised.
But, he halts himself just in time, movements stalling before he can get to the raised skin that mars Astarion's back. Now he breaks the kiss in earnest, pale eyes searching Astarion's face. ]
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Winter begins to breathe out his own sound of contentment, but that sweet friction of their hips turns the sound into something low and thunderous instead, a moan rolling through him for Astarion to drink from his lips. ]
Hells, Astarion.
[ They part for only a second, but it's enough to get those words out, and then he's diving back into the welcome heat of the other's mouth. His hands find purchase on Astarion's shoulders, and out of sheer habit he moves to pass his palms down his back, with the intention of tracing shoulder blades and muscles, to memorize and map, like he promised.
But, he halts himself just in time, movements stalling before he can get to the raised skin that mars Astarion's back. Now he breaks the kiss in earnest, pale eyes searching Astarion's face. ]
Your back... can I touch it?