[And so lost in each other they’ll become. Astarion always finds it so easy to do so, wrapped in comfort and pleasure alike. Winter almost makes it easy to feel safe in his presence — a sentiment that lingers even as lust eventually takes over fully, and they properly while the night away via the distraction of each other’s bodies.
The wee hours of the morning will come all too quickly.]
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The wee hours of the morning will come all too quickly.]