[ Winter chuckles, giving one more pass of his thumb for good measure, but he does finally relent. ]
Mm. Maybe some other time.
[ He's brought up that nebulous "other time" more than once by now, making it quite obvious that he'd like to do this again. He offered to map every bit of Astarion, a project that feels more worthwhile by the moment with how the vampire makes him feel. He'd explore him a dozen times, a thousand, if that's what he wanted.
But the future is the future. Right now, Astarion is writhing beneath him, asking for his mouth on him, and Winter would be a fool not to oblige. He dips down, pulling his hair aside with one hand so it cascades over one shoulder, and presses a soft kiss to the tip of Astarion's cock, eyes flicking up to watch him. Then, at long last, he invites the vampire into the velvet heat of his mouth, slowly and sweetly, savoring the taste of him. ]
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Mm. Maybe some other time.
[ He's brought up that nebulous "other time" more than once by now, making it quite obvious that he'd like to do this again. He offered to map every bit of Astarion, a project that feels more worthwhile by the moment with how the vampire makes him feel. He'd explore him a dozen times, a thousand, if that's what he wanted.
But the future is the future. Right now, Astarion is writhing beneath him, asking for his mouth on him, and Winter would be a fool not to oblige. He dips down, pulling his hair aside with one hand so it cascades over one shoulder, and presses a soft kiss to the tip of Astarion's cock, eyes flicking up to watch him. Then, at long last, he invites the vampire into the velvet heat of his mouth, slowly and sweetly, savoring the taste of him. ]