[He'd compliment the fine technique if he weren't as caught up as he was. Later, stroking egos came later, he was keen to have his hands full of something else right now.
The drow's outfit was no less complex, but it seemed as if Astarion knew damn well what he was doing in that department. Excellent, he could focus on returning the favor, managing to easily pop buttons without loosening a single thread with swift and agile fingers, desperate to feel skin beneath his hands. The drow's belt rattled to the floor with all it's little satchels and bags, and with a kick that was far more precise than it looked, he knocked it out of the way. Don't need anyone stepping on that and finding any wands of fireballs in the process. Those trousers were tight, made to accentuate the brigand's body, but he'd lend a hand there in a moment.
With a sigh like a man finally finding water for the first time in days, he tilted his head back at the sensation of lips upon his neck, making good to loosen Astarion's belt even as he looked away. He didn't need to see what he was doing there, he knew his way around a belt. The sooner that was on the floor the better, though he had to pause for a moment just to grip the other man, desperately grasping at that finely rounded ass.
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The drow's outfit was no less complex, but it seemed as if Astarion knew damn well what he was doing in that department. Excellent, he could focus on returning the favor, managing to easily pop buttons without loosening a single thread with swift and agile fingers, desperate to feel skin beneath his hands. The drow's belt rattled to the floor with all it's little satchels and bags, and with a kick that was far more precise than it looked, he knocked it out of the way. Don't need anyone stepping on that and finding any wands of fireballs in the process. Those trousers were tight, made to accentuate the brigand's body, but he'd lend a hand there in a moment.
With a sigh like a man finally finding water for the first time in days, he tilted his head back at the sensation of lips upon his neck, making good to loosen Astarion's belt even as he looked away. He didn't need to see what he was doing there, he knew his way around a belt. The sooner that was on the floor the better, though he had to pause for a moment just to grip the other man, desperately grasping at that finely rounded ass.
Savor and appreciate, after all.]