[ Ah, yes, this man is going to be the death of him, if the torturous pace he sets is any indication. It's contact, warmth, and friction, all things that Winter is so, so clearly wanting, but by the gods, is it slow and teasing.
He tips his head back, groaning in agony just as much as ecstacy. Rude, Astarion! ]
I don't know if I'll survive it if you keep teasing me like that. Besides, didn't you want something from me?
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He tips his head back, groaning in agony just as much as ecstacy. Rude, Astarion! ]
I don't know if I'll survive it if you keep teasing me like that. Besides, didn't you want something from me?