[Nothing wrong with a bit of controlled vulnerability, and it was after all very good sex. Trying to maintain too much poise would be like refusing to compliment the chef on a perfect meal, it was actually necessary for it to be known that he had a wonderful time. He shivered faintly at the kiss to his ear, feeling the slight touch of sharpened ivory over the sensitive skin.

He didn't immediately roll off the other man, though he did take care to ease himself out of him. Sensitive after all, still so sensitive yet. The shallow furrows dug by Astarion's nails across his back barely drew pinpricks, just lightly stinging lines that would bring back a few pleasant memories when he'd lay down to rest for the next few days. The drow's flesh was smooth and soft, untouched by any mark or blemish outside the raised welts drawn by Astarion's hand. He didn't miss how quickly the other man had gotten his head back about him again, and if nothing else it spurred him to reluctantly start putting himself back together. Ah, that's right. Stranger, strange land, etcetera etcetera... He indulged just a little bit longer there, giving a faint chuckle at the compliment before he begrudgingly went to slide off from atop Astarion.]

For as sour as this day started, I cannot find much to complain about in regards to the ending. Mayhaps ending up here was more fortuitous than I'd originally thought.