He looks down, his forehead pressing against Astarion's shoulder. He wraps an arm around him, sitting up onto to kiss him, letting himself simply exist.
It doesn't take long. He's not trying to draw it out. He draws in a breath, fingers digging into Astarion's back.
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Date: 2024-09-27 06:35 pm (UTC)It doesn't take long. He's not trying to draw it out. He draws in a breath, fingers digging into Astarion's back.
"Like that, fuck, don't stop."