He elbows him playfully. "Yeah, it's a thing. I was eighteen there. Just got out of juvie - prison. Of course I look like that."
He huffs and puts the phone back in his pocket.
He huffs and puts the phone back in his pocket.
"Smaller too," he laughs, but this at least he's learned to navigate. Demons might come in all shapes and sizes, but outside the of his co-workers and Val, there aren't a whole lot that are taller. Luckily most of his height his in his legs, and so he scans the room and guides them to somewhere he can gently push Astarion to sit and climbs into his lap. The distance not so strained, Angel happily resumes where they left off, fingers sliding blindly, over and under linen, and a whole other set smoothing back through those curls.
Cool- oddly enough isn't entirely strange, common enough at least that it's no shocking. But scars...those are rare- for sinners at least, and it gives Angel pause. He draws back, lips parting to question before he shuts them again. If he could still scar he'd have plenty of them, and he's not sure he'd want to share the story behind any of them just now. His fingers pet briefly at Astarion's throat and over his chest in silent apology, warm and soft even where his fur is least dense.
He slides his arms around him again. "Why? You ready to head back?"
[Ducked eyes lift with grateful smile, and he tries his best to truly let that concern melt away for the moment. Pity isn't something any seasoned whore wants or is in short supply of.
"Mm-" he nods breathlessly, shifting to free the dress enough that it can be pulled off and over his arms. More of the pink fur and large heart shaped patterning on his chest is revealed, and the thick fluff gives the illusion of breasts, but there's a flat chest below.
Apart from his boot there's nothing else to strip off, but he'd be forgiven for being mistaken, as for the moment at least there's no obvious genitalia of any kind. Shifting it out much in the same way he can his final set of arms, the cock shares the pink and white stripping and heart motif that the rest of his body sports. It's little wonder he's such a success at his job. It's like he was tailor made for it.
"Mm-" he nods breathlessly, shifting to free the dress enough that it can be pulled off and over his arms. More of the pink fur and large heart shaped patterning on his chest is revealed, and the thick fluff gives the illusion of breasts, but there's a flat chest below.
Apart from his boot there's nothing else to strip off, but he'd be forgiven for being mistaken, as for the moment at least there's no obvious genitalia of any kind. Shifting it out much in the same way he can his final set of arms, the cock shares the pink and white stripping and heart motif that the rest of his body sports. It's little wonder he's such a success at his job. It's like he was tailor made for it.
He thinks a moment, then up the mountain. "There's a mountain lion cave up there," he laughs.
"Yeah, I thought not," he teases. "We can head back. Make sure you don't fall down the ridge this time. Clearly I can't keep my shit together."
"My fucking hero," he laughs. "You wouldn't leave me to my fate?"
But he starts the trek back. "You want to have a drink or something tonight?"
But he starts the trek back. "You want to have a drink or something tonight?"
He jumps, absolutely not expecting that.
"What the fuck?" he laughs and just slings an arm around his shoulders to try and playfully yank him to the side.
"What the fuck?" he laughs and just slings an arm around his shoulders to try and playfully yank him to the side.
"You don't have anything lined up just for me? What the hell?"
He lets him go, but stays close. "You could just throw me in the snow and kiss me again."
He lets him go, but stays close. "You could just throw me in the snow and kiss me again."
Jacob is quick and strong, but Astarion has a hold on him that makes him lose all sense of the world around him.
So he's easily toppled, letting out a cry as he falls back into the snow.
So he's easily toppled, letting out a cry as he falls back into the snow.
"You can take me anywhere you want to," he laughs, gripping his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.
He responds immediately to the kiss, the touch, flushing warm despite the surrounding snow and ice. He closes his eyes, one arm around him, pressing close to feel his weight.
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