[The scars are there, but he draws no attention to them. He does not stare overlong, nor does his hand linger heavily upon them as he moves. Indeed, they were treated as if they weren't even there, save for some care in case the marks themselves are sensitive.]
Yes, just like that. Very good.
[While he could move far quicker with this, the entire idea behind the art was sensuality. This wasn't a matter of trying to restrain an enemy as quickly as possible after all. He started at his neck, down diagonally across the collarbones, the ropes slowly tightening as each knot was made, and each length was placed. Zigzagging across his chest in an X-pattern, which then became a diamond shape, the drow moving to press his chest against Astarion's back with his chin resting upon his shoulder. Though he paid attention to what he was doing he couldn't help but place a soft kiss against the other man's neck.
Lower still, passing over the expanse of his stomach, before his hands slipped downwards to pass the rope between the other man's inner thighs. The drow made no effort to avoid teasing, his fingers brushing down along the length of Astarion's cock, gently cupping his sac as the rope slipped past these as well. The fabric close enough to allow some friction, but not enough for it to be satisfyingly consistent. The idea was obvious: to arouse and keep the man on edge, but far from satisfied.]
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Yes, just like that. Very good.
[While he could move far quicker with this, the entire idea behind the art was sensuality. This wasn't a matter of trying to restrain an enemy as quickly as possible after all. He started at his neck, down diagonally across the collarbones, the ropes slowly tightening as each knot was made, and each length was placed. Zigzagging across his chest in an X-pattern, which then became a diamond shape, the drow moving to press his chest against Astarion's back with his chin resting upon his shoulder. Though he paid attention to what he was doing he couldn't help but place a soft kiss against the other man's neck.
Lower still, passing over the expanse of his stomach, before his hands slipped downwards to pass the rope between the other man's inner thighs. The drow made no effort to avoid teasing, his fingers brushing down along the length of Astarion's cock, gently cupping his sac as the rope slipped past these as well. The fabric close enough to allow some friction, but not enough for it to be satisfyingly consistent. The idea was obvious: to arouse and keep the man on edge, but far from satisfied.]