[ Yes, he was definitely correct. The view is worth it. Astarion is already so red and a little disheveled that Winter can't help but spare a thought to what the vampire look like if he were utterly ruined, hot and messy and pleading for more. Gods, he want to unmake this man so badly.
Later. Later when he knows all of the little things he might do to drive him utterly insane, though he seems to have gotten at least partway there just from lavishing attentions on his scars.
His eyes trail down instead, to where dexterous fingers work his trousers open and... gods, he's already so hard, isn't he? What a divine sight, Astarion naked and wanting beneath him. ]
Perfection.
[ Spoken so softly, though there is a slight edge to that word. Something hungry. Winter reaches out with slender fingers to trace the underside of the vampire's cock from base to tip, touch feather light. ]
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Later. Later when he knows all of the little things he might do to drive him utterly insane, though he seems to have gotten at least partway there just from lavishing attentions on his scars.
His eyes trail down instead, to where dexterous fingers work his trousers open and... gods, he's already so hard, isn't he? What a divine sight, Astarion naked and wanting beneath him. ]
Perfection.
[ Spoken so softly, though there is a slight edge to that word. Something hungry. Winter reaches out with slender fingers to trace the underside of the vampire's cock from base to tip, touch feather light. ]
You're going to be so lovely in my mouth.