He lets them into the enclosure, with the same little warning hallway, into the same room with its warm tones and kinky furniture. He sets down the cup, a washcloth, and a little scalpel, black and white, obsidian blade and mother-of-pearl handle, that he'd originally been planning to use to cut the messages directly into his skin. There's a small stone washbasin on the table already, if Astarion wants to rinse the lemon juice off his hands later.
Jedao leans against one of the couches, and starts unfastening the clasps of his uniform jacket.
"I was thinking about the things I couldn't tell you last time - when you hit closer to my organs, I did like it, but it felt like it could get not-fun overwhelming really fast. So that's like, potentially a high point for intensity, but not a main activity. What else should I tell you?"
He hopes freely given information will help Astarion feel comfortable reaching for what he wants, too.
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Date: 2024-05-01 01:34 pm (UTC)He lets them into the enclosure, with the same little warning hallway, into the same room with its warm tones and kinky furniture. He sets down the cup, a washcloth, and a little scalpel, black and white, obsidian blade and mother-of-pearl handle, that he'd originally been planning to use to cut the messages directly into his skin. There's a small stone washbasin on the table already, if Astarion wants to rinse the lemon juice off his hands later.
Jedao leans against one of the couches, and starts unfastening the clasps of his uniform jacket.
"I was thinking about the things I couldn't tell you last time - when you hit closer to my organs, I did like it, but it felt like it could get not-fun overwhelming really fast. So that's like, potentially a high point for intensity, but not a main activity. What else should I tell you?"
He hopes freely given information will help Astarion feel comfortable reaching for what he wants, too.