How elegant of you. [Not a surprise, considering his use of the crossbow in recent fights, but still impressive to hear.
Never has lying down on a bed been this thrilling: a promise of more than cuddling and kissing swells an invisible balloon in his chest, and once his head hits the pillow, he cannot find any motivation to fall asleep. His eyes are wide open in his eager to take in all of Astarion, who is available and willing to be looked at. Taryon thinks of himself as being a bit of a scoundrel in the moment, admiring the physicality of a bare man, how his lips curl as his smiles, the eyes that tempt carnal thoughts out into the open.]
Taryon lays a hand on Astarion's cheek.] How do you want me to touch you? [Taryon's eyes want everything. They want his fingers to trace his outline. They want their bodies pressed together. They want to see Astarion's arousal met his own. Yet here, lying so peacefully, he would be a crude philistine to ruin this moment of peace with an impatient handling.]
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Never has lying down on a bed been this thrilling: a promise of more than cuddling and kissing swells an invisible balloon in his chest, and once his head hits the pillow, he cannot find any motivation to fall asleep. His eyes are wide open in his eager to take in all of Astarion, who is available and willing to be looked at. Taryon thinks of himself as being a bit of a scoundrel in the moment, admiring the physicality of a bare man, how his lips curl as his smiles, the eyes that tempt carnal thoughts out into the open.]
Taryon lays a hand on Astarion's cheek.] How do you want me to touch you? [Taryon's eyes want everything. They want his fingers to trace his outline. They want their bodies pressed together. They want to see Astarion's arousal met his own. Yet here, lying so peacefully, he would be a crude philistine to ruin this moment of peace with an impatient handling.]