[It's hard not to shiver as Winter makes his way down to the scars of his back. The anticipation does feel as though it's crawling skywards at this point, and the vampire's shoulders rise in tandem with a breath. And then-
Ooh, gods. The way his lips feel on his back is utterly divine. Astarion doesn't know if that's because of the build-up to this point or if this really is just a sensitive place by way of its history, or physiology, or both, but warm press of his lip do make him shiver beneath the other man. He actually lets out a moan to let him know it; a low, yet almost-whining noise that would be embarrassing were this with literally anyone else.
Muffled a little into the pillow, fingers curling into the sheets slightly:]
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Ooh, gods. The way his lips feel on his back is utterly divine. Astarion doesn't know if that's because of the build-up to this point or if this really is just a sensitive place by way of its history, or physiology, or both, but warm press of his lip do make him shiver beneath the other man. He actually lets out a moan to let him know it; a low, yet almost-whining noise that would be embarrassing were this with literally anyone else.
Muffled a little into the pillow, fingers curling into the sheets slightly:]
Your mouth's even better, love.