[ He does half expat something of that nature, another apology or joke made at Astarion’s own expense, but none comes. That feels… significant, like a barrier has been broken down and he’s seeing the vampire more vulnerable than he’s ever been.
What a gift he’s been given. ]
Perfect.
[ He draws his hands over Astarion’s back first, a simple pass from hips to shoulders, and then he’s bracing his palms on the mattress to dip down. He starts with the unmarred skin at the slope of his shoulder first, a sprinkle of soft kisses that trail ever closer to those scars, hair spilling over his shoulders to trail, silky soft, along that same path as he moves.
And at last, his mouth finds the first ridge carved into Astarion’s back, and he kisses it reverently. ]
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What a gift he’s been given. ]
Perfect.
[ He draws his hands over Astarion’s back first, a simple pass from hips to shoulders, and then he’s bracing his palms on the mattress to dip down. He starts with the unmarred skin at the slope of his shoulder first, a sprinkle of soft kisses that trail ever closer to those scars, hair spilling over his shoulders to trail, silky soft, along that same path as he moves.
And at last, his mouth finds the first ridge carved into Astarion’s back, and he kisses it reverently. ]