[ It’s almost intimate, the way he draws his hair aside to reveal planes of pale skin – mottled now by dark bruises thanks to the business end of one of those minotaur’s clubs – bearing some vulnerable piece of himself to this man who, by all accounts, he should be more wary of.
Much like Astarion, Winter is a real champion when it comes to not thinking about the finer points of their arrangement too hard. (Arrangement? Relationship? Again, one of those things he dares not dwell on.) It’s a necessity. That’s where it should begin and end.
Astarion slips into his space like a shadow, a whisper across his skin, and then a bite of pain that still has Winter gritting his teeth through the brief moment it lasts. It fades soon enough to whatever strange power or quirk of biology that has his skin growing numb under the attentions of Astarion’s mouth. The vampire should know by now where Winter’s limits lie, in terms of when he’s had enough, but hurting as they both are, he decides to err on the side of caution and slide his fingers into Astarion’s hair – not to grip or attempt to pull him away, but as a gentle reminder to not get too carried away. Winter rather likes being alive, after all. ]
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Much like Astarion, Winter is a real champion when it comes to not thinking about the finer points of their arrangement too hard. (Arrangement? Relationship? Again, one of those things he dares not dwell on.) It’s a necessity. That’s where it should begin and end.
Astarion slips into his space like a shadow, a whisper across his skin, and then a bite of pain that still has Winter gritting his teeth through the brief moment it lasts. It fades soon enough to whatever strange power or quirk of biology that has his skin growing numb under the attentions of Astarion’s mouth. The vampire should know by now where Winter’s limits lie, in terms of when he’s had enough, but hurting as they both are, he decides to err on the side of caution and slide his fingers into Astarion’s hair – not to grip or attempt to pull him away, but as a gentle reminder to not get too carried away. Winter rather likes being alive, after all. ]