[He's at least in a state of some undress, shirt left open, the ties upon his trousers loosened, though the hat and eyepatch have not budged at all. Now if Astarion found at least the hat impermissible, Jarlaxle wasn't about to stop him if he felt inclined to knock it off his head. Heaven's knew plenty before him had done very much the same after all.
The rope had of course, come along for the ride, and as Astarion climbed onto the bed, Jarlaxle followed, his free hand ghosting along pale exposed skin with a feather-light touch. One he'd every intention of intensifying later.]
Sitting, faced away.
[Close though, that much was clear. The drow would urge the other man closer with his free hand, practically trying to coax him into his lap.]
I'll bind your body first, before your arms.
[Better then to allow Astarion to gauge how it felt as they went, before Jarlaxle actually restrained him properly.]
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The rope had of course, come along for the ride, and as Astarion climbed onto the bed, Jarlaxle followed, his free hand ghosting along pale exposed skin with a feather-light touch. One he'd every intention of intensifying later.]
Sitting, faced away.
[Close though, that much was clear. The drow would urge the other man closer with his free hand, practically trying to coax him into his lap.]
I'll bind your body first, before your arms.
[Better then to allow Astarion to gauge how it felt as they went, before Jarlaxle actually restrained him properly.]