[It's slow, romantic, something straight out of a novel. It has been years since he last was like this with a man he considered a friend, only this time, the anxiety of being discovered is greatly lessened. He can stop his fingers to allow the kiss on his ear to fully heat him up, to listen to the wind beckoning him to adventure.
Taryon is more experienced this time around, and he knows how to trace the contours of the muscles on Astarion's chest as he continues working. One button undone, more exploration. Another button, and he draws a circle around a nipple.
He sighs and leans into Astarion's kiss. As Taryon undoes the final buttons, his half-lidded eyes watch the hazy image of the exposed pecs that beg to he touched.
He pushes the shirt off his shoulders, reciprocating Astarion's efforts, and rests a hand on a pec, pressing his thumb into the skin.] Do you like this?
[Touched, like this. Something Taryon wonders was ever genuinely answered by Astarion. He has to start somewhere. Someone has to treat him right.]
...Wow, you're...I can feel a good bit of muscle under there.
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Taryon is more experienced this time around, and he knows how to trace the contours of the muscles on Astarion's chest as he continues working. One button undone, more exploration. Another button, and he draws a circle around a nipple.
He sighs and leans into Astarion's kiss. As Taryon undoes the final buttons, his half-lidded eyes watch the hazy image of the exposed pecs that beg to he touched.
He pushes the shirt off his shoulders, reciprocating Astarion's efforts, and rests a hand on a pec, pressing his thumb into the skin.] Do you like this?
[Touched, like this. Something Taryon wonders was ever genuinely answered by Astarion. He has to start somewhere. Someone has to treat him right.]
...Wow, you're...I can feel a good bit of muscle under there.