[Of course he knows there are people like that, who don't get wooed into having sex on first blush. But he has to convince those people to give up on that ideal, to join him, come to the palace...
No. He doesn't have to. He doesn't have to do that any more. He isn't trading his body for anything. Taryon only wants him for him.
He leans in, wrapping his arms around Taryon and pressing his face into his shoulder.]
[Taryon startles at the hug - not the response he expected in what he though was the midst of a serious conversation, but it's a good sign. He raises a hand to rest on Astarion's arm.]
...This is also nice. [He's held. He's being held like he's important and that's the greatest intimate act he can imagine on this night.]
[He's worried for a moment he'll be pushed away, but he isn't. Instead he touches him with his warm hand.]
It is. I really do like this.
[Just spending a night with him, like before when they were merely friends. But with a little more to it. More affection, more gentle touches and sweet kisses.
Not feeling like he has to do more.
He has a similar sensation in his chest as the moment Taryon said he wanted to try being with him. With wonder, he says into Taryon's shoulder:]
[Taryon's smile curls like a happy cat's. A weight in his arms, a body holding his as if he were a precious person - it's been years since he felt like this. Men who got physically close, men with whom he had wonderful dates, but now he has a close friend in love with him.]
It feels rather sweet.
[Romantic. A kindness in this ugly and terrifying world.]
...I hope I can keep you [There's a slightest pause.] happy.
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No. He doesn't have to. He doesn't have to do that any more. He isn't trading his body for anything. Taryon only wants him for him.
He leans in, wrapping his arms around Taryon and pressing his face into his shoulder.]
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...This is also nice. [He's held. He's being held like he's important and that's the greatest intimate act he can imagine on this night.]
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It is. I really do like this.
[Just spending a night with him, like before when they were merely friends. But with a little more to it. More affection, more gentle touches and sweet kisses.
Not feeling like he has to do more.
He has a similar sensation in his chest as the moment Taryon said he wanted to try being with him. With wonder, he says into Taryon's shoulder:]
I feel happy.
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It feels rather sweet.
[Romantic. A kindness in this ugly and terrifying world.]
...I hope I can keep you [There's a slightest pause.] happy.
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[Astarion would like that. Someone to care about him. Someone that would be upset and passionate about saving him if he too was taken by a rift.
He leans back, loathe to leave the hug, but it might get too awkward remaining like that. He nods his head at the bed.]
Let's rest, shall we?
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...I'm alright with hugging in bed.
[He feels rather cold this late spring night. He just hadn't noticed it until he let go of Astarion.]