[ He might never tire of how delectable Astarion looks beneath him, tongue swiping over his lips as they part. Gods, he’s magnificent, and Winter has half a mind to say so but then the vampire’s hand dips between his legs. All thoughts simply fly from his head at the bright spark of pleasure the contact brings, and he drops his weight onto his elbows, bowing his head to rest against Astarion’s shoulder with a low groan. ]
Mmmn.
[ That’s it, that’s all he has to say for the moment, rocking his hips into that touch. He’s really been left wanting, and while he doesn’t mind it, Astarion’s teasing is liable to drive him crazy. ]
no subject
Mmmn.
[ That’s it, that’s all he has to say for the moment, rocking his hips into that touch. He’s really been left wanting, and while he doesn’t mind it, Astarion’s teasing is liable to drive him crazy. ]
Haah. I think it’s high time these trousers go.
[ Free Him. ]