[The thing is, Astarion isn't trying to be salacious, and it doesn't even cross his mind that that was how he could be perceived. He was merely waiting, happy, however as he hesitates Astarion's smile falters, confused. Was Taryon just nervous? That was typical, right, Astarion had experienced that on hunts, too. Astarion was only overthinking it since this was different...
The darkness sets a different mood almost immediately, more quiet and intimate, and Astarion likes it. It's familiar. However, Taryon is definitely nervous, so he reaches out across what inches are left between them to touch one of Taryon's hands, his fingertips dancing lightly over his knuckles. Playful. Don't worry, he hope the touch says.
With the darkness, he speaks lowly, as if there was a companion's tent nearby and you had to be hushed.]
I wanted to learn more about you. You've told me things here or there, of course, but I wish to know you more.
[These fingers feel warmer than usual. Is it because he was thighly gripping the game controller? Does he warm up at certain times? Is Taryon only imagining it?
It's a gentle touch, completely unlike Astarion's more possessive behavior, and Taryon scoots his hand closer to Astarion. In the dark, he can't see where he will touch him, which is all part of the fun; this is ain invitation to continue.
He sighs, and with the exhale of air also leaves the loud boldness in his voice. Taryon speaks in an equally gentle and low tone.] I could say a lot about myself. A whole book's worth. [But would Astarion really want to know the story of his life? He'd already seen one of his lowest moments.]
[Just that little movement, his hand coming closer, is thrilling. The light touch turns into a gentle rub, going up a finger, down a knuckle, to his wrist, then making his way back up to repeat the process.]
I don't have the patience to wait for you to finish your book, darling. Plus, those always are heavily edited. The publishing house always wants you to exaggerate. I want the raw truth.
[A humorous tone in his voice. He knows Taryon is prone to that all on his own already.]
Why don't you tell me, hmm, your best childhood memory.
Hah. [Perhaps he should mention that he already exaggerates his exploits when dictating them to Doty. Astarion is well aware about it, but it feels right to confirm it outright.
Later, though.] Well...I suppose it was when Doty and I dressed up as characters and walked through the Cyrengreen forest, pretending that we were explorers. Those were some of my best days.
[Utterly adorable, but utterly sad. Taryon's stories has hinted clearly, if that's an adverb you can use with the word "hint", that he had a lonely childhood, and this this was just more proof.]
Hm, I'm enjoying the thought of a little you with a tremendous a moustache. Traipsing around in your rich boy small pants swinging sticks around with your robot.
What? No! He's a metal machine. Fabric would get caught in all of this joints and either break him or he's tear apart every pair od pants.
[He must take this joke of an idea seriously.]
As difficult as it is to imagine, there was a time when my face was smooth. [He's struck by the urge to stroke Astarion's cheek was saying this, but in the dark, he can only guess by the location of his voice. His fingers crash into Astarion's chin, which then recover to pat a spot just under his jaw.
I'm telling you, I won't fall asleep. [But it's his boyfriend asking, and he has a good idea.] Twenty minutes, and then it's lights out.
[He angles himself away from Astarion to order the darkness: Doty! Open the blinds for now.
[Doty's footsteps are loud enough that even Taryon can tell where he is as he marches to the window and pulls the blinds open. Electric lights flood the once-dark room, illuminating the sharp edges of the furniture and adding a shine to his eyes. Tary drops back onto his side, and the outline of Astarion's face becomes visible. There's a curl of hair that he can make out.]
[Ah, victory! Plus, a little more light means Taryon's face comes into more focus for him, too, a little more color.
He should ask more questions, but right now he is focused on how lovely the moment is, Taryon actually looking at him with soft eyes, their hands touching, after a fun night together. It was needed, after the anxiety Astarion has been having over Taryon being taken away as well.
[Like this, he can see Astarion smile and his mouth move; no longer do the words come from an unidentifiable blot of darkness.]
I don't know. I haven't been kissed in a lot of places. [To say anything unique like the neck would be scandalous. Isn't that basically admitting how to lure him into intercourse?] The...cheek, I suppose.
No? That's a shame But it should be fun for both of us to discover these spots together.
[His voice is low, and soft. He finds it's nice--comforting--to be with an inexperienced man. Being able to help him discover the unknowns about himself while trying to find the truths in himself after centuries of lies.]
For now...
[He leans closer, closing his eyes when he can feel the warmth of his cheek radiating, and places a kiss there.]
[Oh, that kiss and that soft voice draws Taryon even closer. This is the wooing from a prince, gentle and inviting. If he wasn't so comfortable sinking into the mattress, he could step into Astarion's open arms.
He hopes his thoughts aren't clearly visible on his shining eyes and warm face in the dark.]
Hm. [It's a good kiss. Even though they aren't exploring anything. Is he serious about that? Is he already thinking about more advanced kissing? That's going a bit far. Is it because they're in bed together?
Tary must take charge of the question now.] Now my turn for a question. Where do you like to be kissed?
[Unfortunately, Taryon's eyes are speaking to Astarion. It seems positive. Positively wooed. Astarion feels warm inside. He settles back, but now closer than before. He returns to drawing light circles on the back of Taryon's hand.]
Oh, I should have thought of an answer myself, shouldn't I have? I might be able to answer in a more, hm, sexual aspect, but romantic? [A pause follows that answers that. He adds, after a thought:] I think a kiss to the forehead seems nice.
[Is he thinking of how Gale would do that to Tav and how mad and sad that had made him? Perhaps...]
[Oh, now he must move from his comfortable spot and present Astarion with a forehead kiss. He shuffles forward and lifts his head from the bed to rest his lips atop Astarion's. It's smooth. It's cool and pleasant. His silver hair tickles his face, and Taryon pulls away with a smile.]
[He ducks his head slightly as Taryon lifted himself up and his forehead is graced with a kiss. Gentle with the soft brush of his mustache. A small smile tugs at his lips as they part.
Yes, that had felt as nice as he thought it had looked.]
It is. [He squeezes his hand warmly, coming closer at a languid speed, talking until his lips ghost over Taryon's temple ] I'm happy I suggested it.
[He gives him a kiss there, then down closer to his eyebrow.]
[It's the ideal way to kiss: chaste, slow, affectionate. Though many that Tary speaks with would bemoan the lack of escalation, he's happy to keep it this way. A reminder that Astarion's heart is true.
Taryon presses his head into the kiss as it it were a hug.] I like this, too.
[Ah, cute. Taryon is being very cute, and Astarion only wants to keep him smiling. He can feel the warmth of flushing cheeks and hear the beat of his heart, all of it driving him on.]
I'll remember that...
[He nudges his nose against his cheek, lips brushing the lightest kisses as he does.]
[Now his nose? This is a level beyond respectful kisses. He has already forgiven the open blinds - it's not often that he gets this close to a man. It's not about the physicality, as pleasant as it can be. This is the kiss of someone who loves being in his presence, and that makes it all the more meaningful.
His fingers curl around the blanket; the light brushing of lips over his skin tickles. He'll repay Astarion soon for the kisses, once he's done with his cheek, obviously.]
[He pulls back just enough to look Taryon in the eyes again, pleased to see how happy Taryon looks. Astarion is making him look like that, like so many others he has made feel special, but the difference is Astarion wants this. He wants to only make this man feel special.
He closes the distance again, now kissing him gently on the lips.]
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The darkness sets a different mood almost immediately, more quiet and intimate, and Astarion likes it. It's familiar. However, Taryon is definitely nervous, so he reaches out across what inches are left between them to touch one of Taryon's hands, his fingertips dancing lightly over his knuckles. Playful. Don't worry, he hope the touch says.
With the darkness, he speaks lowly, as if there was a companion's tent nearby and you had to be hushed.]
I wanted to learn more about you. You've told me things here or there, of course, but I wish to know you more.
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It's a gentle touch, completely unlike Astarion's more possessive behavior, and Taryon scoots his hand closer to Astarion. In the dark, he can't see where he will touch him, which is all part of the fun; this is ain invitation to continue.
He sighs, and with the exhale of air also leaves the loud boldness in his voice. Taryon speaks in an equally gentle and low tone.] I could say a lot about myself. A whole book's worth. [But would Astarion really want to know the story of his life? He'd already seen one of his lowest moments.]
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I don't have the patience to wait for you to finish your book, darling. Plus, those always are heavily edited. The publishing house always wants you to exaggerate. I want the raw truth.
[A humorous tone in his voice. He knows Taryon is prone to that all on his own already.]
Why don't you tell me, hmm, your best childhood memory.
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Later, though.] Well...I suppose it was when Doty and I dressed up as characters and walked through the Cyrengreen forest, pretending that we were explorers. Those were some of my best days.
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Hm, I'm enjoying the thought of a little you with a tremendous a moustache. Traipsing around in your rich boy small pants swinging sticks around with your robot.
[He gasps softly, an idea striking him.]
Did Doty also wear small pants?
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[He must take this joke of an idea seriously.]
As difficult as it is to imagine, there was a time when my face was smooth. [He's struck by the urge to stroke Astarion's cheek was saying this, but in the dark, he can only guess by the location of his voice. His fingers crash into Astarion's chin, which then recover to pat a spot just under his jaw.
Good enough.] Like yours.
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[He jolts as Taryon accidentally taps his chin, confused until he realizes he just can't see. He asks, leaning into the touch.]
Darling, should we crack open the blinds enough so you can see me?
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Then how will I sleep peacefully all night? I can't rest without a sleep mask if there's light out.
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[Playful.]
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You're not in a good mood?
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[An embarrassing fun fact about Tary.]
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Can you not tell Doty to shut them again once you're asleep? Or in 20 minutes?
[Look at Astarion, coming up with a smart idea.]
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I'm telling you, I won't fall asleep. [But it's his boyfriend asking, and he has a good idea.] Twenty minutes, and then it's lights out.
[He angles himself away from Astarion to order the darkness: Doty! Open the blinds for now.
[Doty's footsteps are loud enough that even Taryon can tell where he is as he marches to the window and pulls the blinds open. Electric lights flood the once-dark room, illuminating the sharp edges of the furniture and adding a shine to his eyes. Tary drops back onto his side, and the outline of Astarion's face becomes visible. There's a curl of hair that he can make out.]
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He should ask more questions, but right now he is focused on how lovely the moment is, Taryon actually looking at him with soft eyes, their hands touching, after a fun night together. It was needed, after the anxiety Astarion has been having over Taryon being taken away as well.
The first query to pop into his head:]
Where is your favorite spot to be kissed?
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I don't know. I haven't been kissed in a lot of places. [To say anything unique like the neck would be scandalous. Isn't that basically admitting how to lure him into intercourse?] The...cheek, I suppose.
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[His voice is low, and soft. He finds it's nice--comforting--to be with an inexperienced man. Being able to help him discover the unknowns about himself while trying to find the truths in himself after centuries of lies.]
For now...
[He leans closer, closing his eyes when he can feel the warmth of his cheek radiating, and places a kiss there.]
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He hopes his thoughts aren't clearly visible on his shining eyes and warm face in the dark.]
Hm. [It's a good kiss. Even though they aren't exploring anything. Is he serious about that? Is he already thinking about more advanced kissing? That's going a bit far. Is it because they're in bed together?
Tary must take charge of the question now.] Now my turn for a question. Where do you like to be kissed?
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Oh, I should have thought of an answer myself, shouldn't I have? I might be able to answer in a more, hm, sexual aspect, but romantic? [A pause follows that answers that. He adds, after a thought:] I think a kiss to the forehead seems nice.
[Is he thinking of how Gale would do that to Tav and how mad and sad that had made him? Perhaps...]
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That's a very romantic spot.
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Yes, that had felt as nice as he thought it had looked.]
It is. [He squeezes his hand warmly, coming closer at a languid speed, talking until his lips ghost over Taryon's temple ] I'm happy I suggested it.
[He gives him a kiss there, then down closer to his eyebrow.]
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Taryon presses his head into the kiss as it it were a hug.] I like this, too.
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I'll remember that...
[He nudges his nose against his cheek, lips brushing the lightest kisses as he does.]
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His fingers curl around the blanket; the light brushing of lips over his skin tickles. He'll repay Astarion soon for the kisses, once he's done with his cheek, obviously.]
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He closes the distance again, now kissing him gently on the lips.]
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