[His instinct is to tell him he doesn't need to be gentle, but he swallows that down, too. Astarion may like that. Gentleness. The vulnerability is hard, it's easy to fall back to aggressive sexual tactics to hide it.]
Experience doesn't matter. Just you being here does.
[Those could be famous last words, perhaps, but in this moment he could care less about that.
He watches his clever fingers open the first button of his shirt, showing a peak of that chest hair Astarion inexplicably enjoys pressing his cheek into. However, he doesn't want to be so pefunctory as this, undressing in front of each other as though they were about to turn in rather than have sex. So he leans in, murmuring a soft, "Come here, darling," before he kisses him once more. Still soft, affectionate, but with a new heat behind it. His hands take the place of Taryon's, quickly undoing one button after another until the last one is reached. Cautiously, as if this touch could scare Taryon away like a skittish wild animal, he spreads his hands on his torso, pushing his shirt open.]
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Experience doesn't matter. Just you being here does.
[Those could be famous last words, perhaps, but in this moment he could care less about that.
He watches his clever fingers open the first button of his shirt, showing a peak of that chest hair Astarion inexplicably enjoys pressing his cheek into. However, he doesn't want to be so pefunctory as this, undressing in front of each other as though they were about to turn in rather than have sex. So he leans in, murmuring a soft, "Come here, darling," before he kisses him once more. Still soft, affectionate, but with a new heat behind it. His hands take the place of Taryon's, quickly undoing one button after another until the last one is reached. Cautiously, as if this touch could scare Taryon away like a skittish wild animal, he spreads his hands on his torso, pushing his shirt open.]