[ As he explores, Winter also watches. His gaze roams over Astarion's body as surely as his hands, looking for signs to stop or keep going. This is about discovery, after all, and there's something about knowing that he gets to figure out what Astarion likes with Astarion that makes these moments all the more intimate. All the more precious.
So he sees it as much as feels it when Astarion shudders, watches as color rises to pale skin. ]
You like that?
[ Said as he draws a finger deliberately along the line of one scar. Idly, he wonders how Astarion might react if it were his mouth at work instead of his hands. ]
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So he sees it as much as feels it when Astarion shudders, watches as color rises to pale skin. ]
You like that?
[ Said as he draws a finger deliberately along the line of one scar. Idly, he wonders how Astarion might react if it were his mouth at work instead of his hands. ]