[Oh, yes, he'll remember this evening for years and years to come, he thinks. If not for how Winter looks and feels beneath his touch (though certainly that, too), then because of how he sounds.]
Hmm. I suppose I did.
[Said lazily, as though he'd forgotten. He hadn't. Astarion drags his hand up slowwwwly once more, but after that? The vampire's kind enough to cease his torturing. He looks up at him, pupils dilated, gaze cocksure but still wanting.]
In that case, it's your turn to oblige me properly.
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Hmm. I suppose I did.
[Said lazily, as though he'd forgotten. He hadn't. Astarion drags his hand up slowwwwly once more, but after that? The vampire's kind enough to cease his torturing. He looks up at him, pupils dilated, gaze cocksure but still wanting.]
In that case, it's your turn to oblige me properly.
[Please.]