[ Xenk would never expect anything in return for his kindness, he offers it without preamble, without expectation. But all the same, he welcomes the returned affection. Any touch from Astarion is welcome, a gift that he treasures. Though not one he needs.
Someday he'll find a way to make Astarion simply take his kindness, with nothing in exchange, but there is rather more time to do that, another day.
Xenk squeezes his hand and hums at the kiss, still reveling in it, but never straying from his task. He shifts his machinations to the other side of Astarion's neck, giving it no less attention than the other. He begins again, lips gentle and soft, lavishing Astarion's neck with all the kindness he deserves. ]
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Someday he'll find a way to make Astarion simply take his kindness, with nothing in exchange, but there is rather more time to do that, another day.
Xenk squeezes his hand and hums at the kiss, still reveling in it, but never straying from his task. He shifts his machinations to the other side of Astarion's neck, giving it no less attention than the other. He begins again, lips gentle and soft, lavishing Astarion's neck with all the kindness he deserves. ]