[He laughs softly against Astarion's mouth, a brief spark of amusement before he sinks into that kiss. Warm and soft and familiar, and he sinks into it, tipping his head to deepen it when Astarion initially tries to pull away. Come here, come here, for it's the only kiss they've had tonight, and Fenris means to savor it.
The risk is low this far out from Baldur's Gate, but never nonexistent, and caution has been his watchword since they've gotten here (to admittedly middling results). But right now, that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that one careless maginet photo might ruin them; it doesn't matter that there's a viper in their midst not fifty feet away, nor that she reminds him of one of the worst torturers he's endured. All that matters is the here and now, and the lithe young elf in his arms that makes life somehow worth living.
Love you, he thinks and does not say as their mouths part, emerald eyes catching golden ones. Love you, love you, the mantra a quiet song in his heart.]
The best I have celebrated yet.
[The only one he's celebrated to-date, and they both know it. Warm adoration changes to warm amusement as he adds:]
If I had come to you any sooner, little love, you would have had to wait decades longer still, for I would have known your real age from the start. You would not have found me quite so easy to seduce.
[Another kiss, this one swift and with a short nip at the end. He grins as he adds:]
Though if you wish to play at being a virginal little twenty-five year old tonight, I would not complain. Ask nicely and perhaps I'll even throw you over my shoulder, ravishing you the way I'm certain you would have longed for back then.
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The risk is low this far out from Baldur's Gate, but never nonexistent, and caution has been his watchword since they've gotten here (to admittedly middling results). But right now, that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that one careless maginet photo might ruin them; it doesn't matter that there's a viper in their midst not fifty feet away, nor that she reminds him of one of the worst torturers he's endured. All that matters is the here and now, and the lithe young elf in his arms that makes life somehow worth living.
Love you, he thinks and does not say as their mouths part, emerald eyes catching golden ones. Love you, love you, the mantra a quiet song in his heart.]
The best I have celebrated yet.
[The only one he's celebrated to-date, and they both know it. Warm adoration changes to warm amusement as he adds:]
If I had come to you any sooner, little love, you would have had to wait decades longer still, for I would have known your real age from the start. You would not have found me quite so easy to seduce.
[Another kiss, this one swift and with a short nip at the end. He grins as he adds:]
Though if you wish to play at being a virginal little twenty-five year old tonight, I would not complain. Ask nicely and perhaps I'll even throw you over my shoulder, ravishing you the way I'm certain you would have longed for back then.