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Listen, this man says shit like "I'm not ready to be a father" and then "mama told be to be a good host" when talking about shit he has inside his body, this means he is not father. He is a mother. And I'm up the challenge.
I keep thinking about the second time Astarion beds you. The night he says. "Here's my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. You will come to my bed tonight, won't you?"
…
You're on your back on his bed roll. His body over yours, hands unbuttoning your shirt. His lips on your neck.
It's similar to the last time. He knows exactly how to touch you, almost like he already knows exactly what you want, without even needing to tell him. Like he's an actor who has done this play a million times before.
You reached for his wrist to stop his hands from roaming you. He pulls back from your neck. "What is it darling? Not having second thoughts, are you?"
You've found that as much as he likes to talk, Astarion keeps a lot of private things to himself. You'd never wanted to pry. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable. But if sex was going to become a regular thing between you two, you needed to know this at least.
"Last time in the forest, you weren't exactly present.” You say, recalling the night at the tiefling party. “I'm just wondering what I could do to make you feel comfortable. Like, do you have a weird kink or something? What is it that you like?” A gentle smile graced his lips when kink was mentioned. But it quickly fades.
He loses his composure and can't seem to make eye contact with you. "I don't know, no one else has ever bothered to ask me that before."
Astarion asking Tav to reassure him that he’s beautiful. 😂😂😂
"Tell me again please."
Tav giggles before cupping his face.
"Your wonderful Astarion, pretter than anyone eles I've met." They pause taking a breath, "but I didn't pick you because of your face. You have a lovely voice and I love the way you say my name but i do love being called darling too." Tav sighes as Astarion nuzzled into their hand.
"I also love your laugh. Its delightful. I also love your wit. You always can make you laugh." They crinkle their nose, "you get this little squeek in your voice when you get angry." He glared at Tav playfully before nipping Tav's finger.
Honestly, Astarion kind of loves getting to be comfortable and intimate without even touching. How often does one get a personal music performance after all?
Doesn’t mean those two can’t also be insufferable about their relationship while they’re at it