"Good, I've come to rather like your hands," Astarion murmurs, but he sounds just as distracted as he is - his gaze inevitably falling to Rosita as he watches the path she's taking, feels the brush of her warm lips against bare skin. His hands drop to the mattress as he leans back, giving her the full stretch of his chest and throat to explore as she pleases. Arousal pools at his core, heavy and sweet.
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Date: 2025-03-12 12:15 pm (UTC)"Good, I've come to rather like your hands," Astarion murmurs, but he sounds just as distracted as he is - his gaze inevitably falling to Rosita as he watches the path she's taking, feels the brush of her warm lips against bare skin. His hands drop to the mattress as he leans back, giving her the full stretch of his chest and throat to explore as she pleases. Arousal pools at his core, heavy and sweet.