The only one you've celebrated— [Astarion echoes the heretofore unsaid joke for just a moment, the sly end of its punchline clipped short by Fenris' ensuing kiss— chased after when it tries to end, assailed by nips and ravishing contact that both scrapes and scuffs against their lips with equal aplomb. A hungry thing. A playful thing.
A stupid thing.]
—mmph. [Pales as punctuation when he only slips closer yet again, fingers fisting in thin fabric till they tangle, grin infectious. And warm.] But you'd have been younger too, no?
[He isn't refusing that offer; contrary to it, he's only leaning in, pressing his knee to the inner corner of Fenris' lean thigh.
no subject
A stupid thing.]
—mmph. [Pales as punctuation when he only slips closer yet again, fingers fisting in thin fabric till they tangle, grin infectious. And warm.] But you'd have been younger too, no?
[He isn't refusing that offer; contrary to it, he's only leaning in, pressing his knee to the inner corner of Fenris' lean thigh.
Love you.]