[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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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.