[It wouldn't be too soon, not with how hungry he is, he also trusts him thoroughly. But he won't push for it, not when it seemed Taryon had no interest. He doesn't mind if he wasn't, Astarion does appreciate knowing he is with someone that doesn't have a vampire fetish, but it doesn't help the hunger. He sighs and shrugs as he rolls onto his side to essentially "snuggle" into Taryon.]
It's fine. With the flu gone, I should be fine to go hunt animals once more. [Snorts.] 'Tis what I get for trying to be conscientious of spreading illness.
[He smiles quietly into Taryon's hold.]
I don't mind just staying in and listening to you read.
You're so considerate and selfless to go in a diet in such trying times.
[He knows it annoys his boyfriend (boyfriend! No longer just annoying his thieving friend) to insist that he's such a nice person, but what's better than telling someone you love how amazing they are? Astarion is so cute when he denies it.]
Good plan. Can't go wrong with the classics. And— I guess drinking from my finger once in a while wouldn't hurt. [A soft snort.] If you don't make those noises all the time. As much as I love...this, we really shouldn't have so much intercourse right now.
[Though he can't complain about the moment. Taryon slides his palm over Astarion's smooth chest, slick with sweat and oozing the command to lie here for hours and forget about the morning.]
[Oh, that does make him give a face of utter disdain, though it probably loses most of its edge as they lay cuddling in their after glow.]
Sometimes you just have to pick your battles smartly.
[He may be more kind than he like to let on, but part of it was just sheer avoidance of being harangued by his fellow Outsiders. If the sickness had continued on much longer, he would have had to eventually break the rules, others be damned. But, his boyfriend thinking he had been fully selfless isn't too bad.
He hums happily as he was touched again, groggy smile on his face.]
[They can continue experimenting. There's no shame in engaging in sex with another man. No one can tell Taryon what to do.
But — he has to be practical.]
I can take it slow. It feels special. You... [He's too precious to rush with.] I like it when we lie like this.
[His very first time was like this. Trousers at their knees, shirts gone or opened, just hands and bodies and the knowledge that someone wanted him that intensely. If Astarion is happy with this, it means their future is promising.]
...Um. Do...you want to run to thr showers now? Before you fall asleep, I don't mind staying here. [A small laugh.] I don't know if I want to get up.
[His smile turns soft at the word "special", and he touches Taryon's chest, stroking it idly. Experimental is the way to put it, just touching a man because he can. Because he wants to, and he wants it, but no expectation beyond this.]
Yes. I like it, too. Let's just do whatever feels good in the moment, hm?
[He sighs dramatically at the thought of having to get up himself.]
Mm‐hm. [The corner of his mouth twitches when Astarion brushes his fingers across his hair-dusted chest. That certainly feels good in the moment, and Taryon wouldn't mind if it continued for ages without escalating.]
I'm going to feel gross when I wake up, and I'd rather no have people see me in the morning. They're going to know what happened. [He buries his face into the pillow. The horrors, being perceived!]
I feel like if we saw two naked guys that are dating go to the showers together, I would have a good guess for the reason.
...And I can smell you. [He rolls to his side before pushing himself up to kneel beside Astarion. Up here, the white spend streaked over Astarion's torso are extremely visible. Taryon finds himself staring at the marks.]
[His sense of smell is much more keen, after all, but his distaste for certain smells has changed with his vampirism. Meaning, the sex body odor isn't that terrible to him.
But all the same, he says perfunctorily as he stands:]
[He tosses his legs over the side of the bed to ensure that he stands in one dramatic motion with both feet on the ground and his body rising, sping unfurling until his head shoots up high. It looked more dramatic in the TV show he was following.]
Let me... [He shuffles towards the drawers and pulls out two towels, one which he hands to Astarion.]
[He watches his theatrics with a fond little smirk, and takes the towel. He wipes himself off where the towel wouldn't cover before wrapping it about his waist. He doesn't mind people knowing they were going to the showers because they had sex, but they did not need to see the direct evidence of it.]
[Faux silk? Terrible. Taryon deserves better. He makes note of it.
He finds the robe and pulls it out, shrugging it on. It feels nice, at least. He chuckles at Taryon's excitement, and steps toward him to peck him on the cheek.]
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It's fine. With the flu gone, I should be fine to go hunt animals once more. [Snorts.] 'Tis what I get for trying to be conscientious of spreading illness.
[He smiles quietly into Taryon's hold.]
I don't mind just staying in and listening to you read.
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You're so considerate and selfless to go in a diet in such trying times.
[He knows it annoys his boyfriend (boyfriend! No longer just annoying his thieving friend) to insist that he's such a nice person, but what's better than telling someone you love how amazing they are? Astarion is so cute when he denies it.]
Good plan. Can't go wrong with the classics. And— I guess drinking from my finger once in a while wouldn't hurt. [A soft snort.] If you don't make those noises all the time. As much as I love...this, we really shouldn't have so much intercourse right now.
[Though he can't complain about the moment. Taryon slides his palm over Astarion's smooth chest, slick with sweat and oozing the command to lie here for hours and forget about the morning.]
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Sometimes you just have to pick your battles smartly.
[He may be more kind than he like to let on, but part of it was just sheer avoidance of being harangued by his fellow Outsiders. If the sickness had continued on much longer, he would have had to eventually break the rules, others be damned. But, his boyfriend thinking he had been fully selfless isn't too bad.
He hums happily as he was touched again, groggy smile on his face.]
We can't we? There's no rules saying we cannot.
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[They can continue experimenting. There's no shame in engaging in sex with another man. No one can tell Taryon what to do.
But — he has to be practical.]
I can take it slow. It feels special. You... [He's too precious to rush with.] I like it when we lie like this.
[His very first time was like this. Trousers at their knees, shirts gone or opened, just hands and bodies and the knowledge that someone wanted him that intensely. If Astarion is happy with this, it means their future is promising.]
...Um. Do...you want to run to thr showers now? Before you fall asleep, I don't mind staying here. [A small laugh.] I don't know if I want to get up.
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Yes. I like it, too. Let's just do whatever feels good in the moment, hm?
[He sighs dramatically at the thought of having to get up himself.]
Must I/
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I'm going to feel gross when I wake up, and I'd rather no have people see me in the morning. They're going to know what happened. [He buries his face into the pillow. The horrors, being perceived!]
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...And I can smell you. [He rolls to his side before pushing himself up to kneel beside Astarion. Up here, the white spend streaked over Astarion's torso are extremely visible. Taryon finds himself staring at the marks.]
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Taryon. Darling. My sweet boy. Don't say that to the man you just fucked.
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And I think I also smell different, please.
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[His sense of smell is much more keen, after all, but his distaste for certain smells has changed with his vampirism. Meaning, the sex body odor isn't that terrible to him.
But all the same, he says perfunctorily as he stands:]
And so we will go shower together.
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[He tosses his legs over the side of the bed to ensure that he stands in one dramatic motion with both feet on the ground and his body rising, sping unfurling until his head shoots up high. It looked more dramatic in the TV show he was following.]
Let me... [He shuffles towards the drawers and pulls out two towels, one which he hands to Astarion.]
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Ready, darling?
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All ready. [He steps behind Astarion and halts.] You don't mind people seeing...your back?
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[He hadn't thought about it. He didn't usually head to the showers without a shirt, after all.]
Maybe if you have a robe?
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[Of course he does. It's some sort of plastic blend, but he feels somewhat fancy.]
Heh. Ha, ha!
[He opens the door to his closet and leans against the wall.] We've already started sharing our clothes. Can you believe it?
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He finds the robe and pulls it out, shrugging it on. It feels nice, at least. He chuckles at Taryon's excitement, and steps toward him to peck him on the cheek.]
You're rather adorable, you know that, right?
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Heh...alright, let's get clean. Together.