[That, and his erotic feeding habits. Taryon will think twice before asking to feed Astarion next time if they are in a public space.]

Alright. Alright. [He could always offer another drink if his injuries act up...and it would maintain his own arousal. A win-win situation. Taryon finally exhales and smiles at this bit of assurance that he won't hurt his boyfriend.]

...I'll be gentle. We'll be gentle. Whatever we end up doing. [He hopes he hasn't misplaced the non-flavored condoms if it goes into that direction.] I...should warn you that I really don't know what I'm doing most of the time.

[His fingers grab onto the top of his shirt and fingers the top button. At least he knows the first step is to be desired - he undoes the button, and his shirt pops open just under his neck.]