[Clearly excited for it. And clearly unsettled as well. He keeps his hands where the are, loosely and lightly touching him, away from anything more intimate as he awaits a response.]

At your permission I will start, and at your first request I'll stop.

[Bound though he might be, the reins were still placed squarely in the other man's hands. It was up to Astarion to decide whether or not the drow's word was good enough to trust now, as he moved to wholly embrace him from behind, placing a warm and tender open mouthed kiss to his neck.]

I'm sure you've heard your fill of compliments here. Permit me yet still to add more to the collection, I can't help but speak them.

[His kisses slipped lower, down to his shoulder, his touch shifting from a mere embrace to an actual, exploring touch, one hand tracing over the curve of his collar bone, down the dip of the clavicle to the soft skin of his chest. The other slipped lower to press against his stomach, flat against the firm muscle there before dipping lower still. Sliding along the line of his Adonis belt, tracing up to his hip. He dared to nip at his neck, before laving over the point as if to apologize.]

But you are, wholly, beautiful. Uniquely so. A flash of starlight that has chosen to spend a moment with me. I would taste every part of you and beg for just one more bite, and be grateful for the samples you'd permit for me to have.

[His fingers gently caught one nipple, briefly rolling it between his fingers before slipping to follow the contour of a pectoral. The other pressed itself now against his lower belly, his fingers just shy of the base of his cock.]