[Yes, he suspects Winter won't have a problem with it. The very thought feels as though it sets his nerves alight, and that's before he eases himself back up to grant Astarion another heated kiss. Another wave of hot anticipation roils through him, making his now-deprived cock throb again with want.]
Mm, good. [He licks his lips a little after he pulls away, as though his kiss might taste as sumptuous as blood. Maybe it is.] Besides, that means I get to tend to you a little, too.
[Quite boldly, without fanfare, he reaches down to cup Winter right between his legs, where he can feel him bulging.]
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Mm, good. [He licks his lips a little after he pulls away, as though his kiss might taste as sumptuous as blood. Maybe it is.] Besides, that means I get to tend to you a little, too.
[Quite boldly, without fanfare, he reaches down to cup Winter right between his legs, where he can feel him bulging.]
Right?