[A moan slips from his lips into Astarion's waiting ear, the noise low and overheated and hungry. Drunk as he is, enthralled as he is, he forgets the game. He forgets that Astarion is meant to be feeding him lines so they can laugh over their absurdity; he forgets where they are and why they aren't doing more than just talking.]
Is that a promise?
[Purred out as he draws back, moving just far enough to tip his head and steal a swift kiss. At the same his hand slips beneath the table, fingers caressing slowly up Astarion's thigh. Clever fingertips trace their way up the lean line of muscle, his smirk only growing as he feels familiar stiff heat.]
Why wait until tonight? You could have me on my knees right now— and I'll show you just how devoted I truly am . . .
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[A moan slips from his lips into Astarion's waiting ear, the noise low and overheated and hungry. Drunk as he is, enthralled as he is, he forgets the game. He forgets that Astarion is meant to be feeding him lines so they can laugh over their absurdity; he forgets where they are and why they aren't doing more than just talking.]
Is that a promise?
[Purred out as he draws back, moving just far enough to tip his head and steal a swift kiss. At the same his hand slips beneath the table, fingers caressing slowly up Astarion's thigh. Clever fingertips trace their way up the lean line of muscle, his smirk only growing as he feels familiar stiff heat.]
Why wait until tonight? You could have me on my knees right now— and I'll show you just how devoted I truly am . . .