[ Regaining control though he may be, Astarion still sighs wistfully when Jarlaxle pulls out and away from him. Of course he knows that's for the best and that the oil will dry and they can't stay like this forever and all kinds of reasons--but it doesn't change the emptiness he feels after being so full of him. ]

A pity it couldn't have happened back in Faerûn instead of here.

[ he rolls onto his side so he can look at Jarlaxle, which is easy even in the dark. He's so handsome of course he wants to keep enjoying the view while he can. He props his head up with a hand and lets his eyes travel slowly over the other man's body before returning to his face. ]

This was nice, though. It really does make up for the rest of it.