[Taryon draws into Astarion as his fingers comb his hair and cup his head. It's safe; he feels protected by this roguish man despite the fangs, despite the knives, despite his history that should turn away all wise men.
Then their lips meet once again, but what was once delicate caresses is now wetter. It's deeper. Taryon is pulled into a wanting gesture, not thay it feels bad, but he thinks of the roller coaster and the sudden drop of thr first hill. There must be thrill that comes after the frightening change. He just has to wait for it to happen.
For now, Taryon lers his most remain closed but relax, testing what Astarion offers.]
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Then their lips meet once again, but what was once delicate caresses is now wetter. It's deeper. Taryon is pulled into a wanting gesture, not thay it feels bad, but he thinks of the roller coaster and the sudden drop of thr first hill. There must be thrill that comes after the frightening change. He just has to wait for it to happen.
For now, Taryon lers his most remain closed but relax, testing what Astarion offers.]