Astarion's hand drifts up higher, gently tracing his jawline, his cheekbone, combing through his hair. He can ignore his own arousal.
"You're a vision," he murmurs. "How do you feel?"
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Date: 2024-05-10 09:08 pm (UTC)Astarion's hand drifts up higher, gently tracing his jawline, his cheekbone, combing through his hair. He can ignore his own arousal.
"You're a vision," he murmurs. "How do you feel?"