[ Gods, Astarion is beautiful. Gale finds himself transfixed by his careful movements, mouth parting in awe just as Astarionโs opens under the press of his thumb. Teeth graze the whorl of his fingerprint, and his breath catches in his throat. ]
Plenty of works have been written on the effect, ah, adrenaline has on oneโs person.
[ His lashes flutter as Astarion copies his earlier move. The right touch, indeed. Canโt help but think of the pulse point in his wrist and the corresponding vulnerabilities in his neck, shoulder, thighs. Clearing his throat โ ] The frisson of excitement at baring oneโs throat for a predator is to be expected. An exercise in risk, yes, but also trust, in this case. That is to say, I suppose I do. [ quickly, ] Enjoy that. Because itโs you.
[ Back at the goblin camp, Gale hadnโt understood why Tav bothered with the priest of Loviatar, a stranger. If Astarion werenโt his trusted companion, it wouldnโt have the same appeal. ]
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Plenty of works have been written on the effect, ah, adrenaline has on oneโs person.
[ His lashes flutter as Astarion copies his earlier move. The right touch, indeed. Canโt help but think of the pulse point in his wrist and the corresponding vulnerabilities in his neck, shoulder, thighs. Clearing his throat โ ] The frisson of excitement at baring oneโs throat for a predator is to be expected. An exercise in risk, yes, but also trust, in this case. That is to say, I suppose I do. [ quickly, ] Enjoy that. Because itโs you.
[ Back at the goblin camp, Gale hadnโt understood why Tav bothered with the priest of Loviatar, a stranger. If Astarion werenโt his trusted companion, it wouldnโt have the same appeal. ]