[In that case, Astarion all but sets the empty wine bottle aside, letting it tilt over and roll away to a forgotten part of their little camp space. It frees up that hand to reach for the warlock, snaking it behind his back to urge him forward, closer.
He tilts his head into his touch, eyes never leaving his face. This is, indeed, another tool in his kit, these hungry, bedroom eyes. But the desire is sincere, so much more earnest than the countless others he's laid with ever since he fell under Cazador's control. There's true affection there beneath the heat, and even if he isn't entirely sure how to show it, it somehow makes all the difference.
Makes it feel like this isn't all just for self-preservation.]
You do. [astarion, he saved you, too] And you need to keep me strong, just in case I need to come to your daring rescue a second time.
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He tilts his head into his touch, eyes never leaving his face. This is, indeed, another tool in his kit, these hungry, bedroom eyes. But the desire is sincere, so much more earnest than the countless others he's laid with ever since he fell under Cazador's control. There's true affection there beneath the heat, and even if he isn't entirely sure how to show it, it somehow makes all the difference.
Makes it feel like this isn't all just for self-preservation.]
You do. [astarion, he saved you, too] And you need to keep me strong, just in case I need to come to your daring rescue a second time.