[It was hard to tell if Taryon was excited for a new toy or for sex, such was the sheer exuberance on his face. He was quite a precious man, wasn't he?

Taryon looking him over isn't terrible. He doesn't feel put off, doesn't feel his mind shut down to ignore feeling like a slab of meat. It feels nice, to see someone he cares about, who he wants physically as well, viewing him the same way Astarion is him. It helps he can still sense the affection in Taryon's behaviour, and when he places his hand on his cheek, the touch soft and assuring, this fact only sinks in more.

It was odd to be asked that, however. He doesn't know how to answer, and it almost makes him anxious, but the warm hand on his cheek calms him. He shifts closer, until he has to mix his feet with Taryon's and he can feel his breath ghost his face.]

Like this is good for the moment.

[He illustrates by resting his own hand on Taryon's side, rubbing slowly down his ribs to his hip, and back up.]

Touch me as you would like, anywhere you like. [A pliant kiss to Taryon's lips, quick but wanting.] Find the spots that make us both squirm and gasp quietly until our passion can't be contained.

[And another kiss as his hand trails down again, this time his fingertips trailing off at the dip in Taryon's hip that disappears into his trousers.]