[ Gods help him, but Astarion's reaction to being flipped, his body language, his tone, is just as adorable as it is unfairly attractive. Winter's heart does a little flip in his chest just watching him. No one has ever made him feel like this before, it's new and exciting and unfathomably precious.

This man is going to spoil him for anyone else, isn't he? Gods, but what if there wasn't anyone else? Not after this.

But that's getting far, far ahead of himself. He clears his throat, dipping in for a gentle kiss on the corner of Astarion's mouth. ]

I assure you, the only thing squirming around in my head is the octopus who's been there for the last decade.

[ Reassuring? Anyway, he shuffles around and straightens to give Astarion a little space to maneuver, his legs framing Astarion's hips. ]

Roll over for me, darling.