[ The noise that passes Astarion's lips isn't useless, not when it serves as a guideline, another mark on the map. Not when it makes Winter want to learn just how to touch these scars, to draw his fingers across them with the skill of a musician, coaxing such lovely sounds from the man above him. ]
We were bound to find some surprises along the way.
[ And this is a good one, he thinks. Turning something terrible and painful into something warm and pleasurable instead. And not for the first time, he's glad that he's the one here to help Astarion discover it. He wants to be here for many more such moments.
He continues to let his hands rove over the marks carved into Astarion's back, letting him bask in the sensation a while, with Winter more than happy to drink up his reactions from below. ]
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We were bound to find some surprises along the way.
[ And this is a good one, he thinks. Turning something terrible and painful into something warm and pleasurable instead. And not for the first time, he's glad that he's the one here to help Astarion discover it. He wants to be here for many more such moments.
He continues to let his hands rove over the marks carved into Astarion's back, letting him bask in the sensation a while, with Winter more than happy to drink up his reactions from below. ]