Oh, in so many ways. That tongue of yours must be crafted from silver, my dear Astarion.
[ There's a little gravel in his tone, thanks to Astarion seeking to slowly pluck him apart with lips and teeth and tongue. All this teasing is going to give him ideas, and perhaps he'll give voice to them once they're done with each other tonight.
His pulse thrums under his skin, excited and anticipating, and, maybe, because some baser part of himself recognizes the nearness of a predator. That's thrilling, too. ]
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[ There's a little gravel in his tone, thanks to Astarion seeking to slowly pluck him apart with lips and teeth and tongue. All this teasing is going to give him ideas, and perhaps he'll give voice to them once they're done with each other tonight.
His pulse thrums under his skin, excited and anticipating, and, maybe, because some baser part of himself recognizes the nearness of a predator. That's thrilling, too. ]