[ Astarion hardly needs to be told twice. Given permission, his desperation finally has an outlet. He touches Fenris like he's starved for it, his hands mapping out the expanse of his body. He slides one up Fenris's back and to the nape of his neck, the other moves from his waist to his hip, his thumb gliding along Fenris's thigh.
He hums pleasantly for the touch to his ear, but his touches should say he's willing to be touched in kind. Although really, he's far more focused on Fenris than on his own body. How he wants to touch him, how he wants to make up for their lost time. It may have been short in the face of his own immortality, but it was emotional enough for a human's lifetime, at the very least. ]
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He hums pleasantly for the touch to his ear, but his touches should say he's willing to be touched in kind. Although really, he's far more focused on Fenris than on his own body. How he wants to touch him, how he wants to make up for their lost time. It may have been short in the face of his own immortality, but it was emotional enough for a human's lifetime, at the very least. ]