[Eased back down, bodies pressed together in that rapturous warmth again, and spoiled with another kiss. Astarion feels so pampered right now, which perhaps only adds to the growing sense of need burgeoning inside of him. Yet at the same time, he could remain like this for hours, just close and kissing, and feel contended. Feel oddly... safe.

How long since he's felt safe, anyway? Secure? Gods, this man is a blessing.

When Winter retrieves the lube--in a very fascinating way, at that--Astarion just hikes himself up on an elbow to watch.]

Mm, I know. [this man, please] But... not quite as captivating as you, my dear. And that is a very high bar to clear. I don't give such compliments out thoughtlessly.

[Even he's already called Winter beautiful a handful of times now, but that's neither here nor there.]