[ I’m greedy. The corner of Winter’s mouth lifts, smirk not quite as sharp as some of the ones he’s worn before, as if to tell Astarion there’s nothing wrong with a little greed. How can there be when he’s taking something for himself for the first time? ]
Oh, very greedy indeed, if you want me inside of you.
[ Winter angles his head to press a kiss to the inside of Astarion’s thigh before extracting himself from the apex of his legs, easing his way back up the length of the vampire’s body to claim his lips in a brief, but searing, kiss. ]
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Oh, very greedy indeed, if you want me inside of you.
[ Winter angles his head to press a kiss to the inside of Astarion’s thigh before extracting himself from the apex of his legs, easing his way back up the length of the vampire’s body to claim his lips in a brief, but searing, kiss. ]
I would love nothing more.