[Taryon's heartbeat is fluttering, and though he looks away he doesn't seem bothered or upset. Astarion cups his cheek, thumb running along it, and when he turns back his next kiss is to his nose. Quite unexpected, and he makes a small sound in the back of his throat.
That was very nice. Maybe he liked that more than the forehead.
His hand runs back into Taryon's hair, carding delicately through it to hold the back of his head lightly. He turns his head up, out of Taryon's cuddle not realizing his attention, catching his lips again. A little more heated, lips a little more pliable, inviting.]
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That was very nice. Maybe he liked that more than the forehead.
His hand runs back into Taryon's hair, carding delicately through it to hold the back of his head lightly. He turns his head up, out of Taryon's cuddle not realizing his attention, catching his lips again. A little more heated, lips a little more pliable, inviting.]