[Ohh, he's going to drive him mad with a touch like that. All of it light and loose and teasing, just enough to make him want more but never enough to be satisfying. Astarion rucks his hips up slightly to chase the degree friction that Winter isn't quite giving him.]
Ha...
[He knows what he's doing. He's done it to others time and time again, but that doesn't make it any less effective when it's used on Astarion, apparently. Still, he flashes him a grin, fangs gleaming.]
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Ha...
[He knows what he's doing. He's done it to others time and time again, but that doesn't make it any less effective when it's used on Astarion, apparently. Still, he flashes him a grin, fangs gleaming.]
I want your mouth. Don't make me beg, darling.