[If he likes the noises he makes, he'll make yet one more when Winter's tongue runs along the raised skin of a line that connects one rune to another. Goosebumps had already been running along the tract of his arms, but they erupt anew at the wet, warm sensation of his tongue exploring the expanse of his back.
...Astarion buries his face in the the pillow. Between this, and the growing heat coiling at his groin, making his trousers even tighter than usual, and words like that, it's nigh overwhelming. Which is saying a lot for a man as experienced as Astarion, though perhaps he's the one used to overwhelming his partner in bed.]
Mmpphhff.
[Very eloquent.
Then he lifts his head, hair a bit mussed, cheeks flushed, to say-]
At this rate, you had best keep that promise, darling.
[Because he's thinking of his mouth in far more obscene places now.]
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...Astarion buries his face in the the pillow. Between this, and the growing heat coiling at his groin, making his trousers even tighter than usual, and words like that, it's nigh overwhelming. Which is saying a lot for a man as experienced as Astarion, though perhaps he's the one used to overwhelming his partner in bed.]
Mmpphhff.
[Very eloquent.
Then he lifts his head, hair a bit mussed, cheeks flushed, to say-]
At this rate, you had best keep that promise, darling.
[Because he's thinking of his mouth in far more obscene places now.]