[ Xenk takes what he's given—not greedily, he's still languid, but he manages to keep kissing Astarion with complete focus, and complete commitment. He feels so attuned to his body, each sensation for so close, when it's often so distant thanks to his curse. He wants to explore this feeling, chase it until he can capture it once more.
So he kisses Astarion so carefully, tongue finding his fangs and avoiding their points—at least for now. He hasn't forgotten who he's with. His other arm comes up between them, tracing up Astarion's chest but of course only finding clothes for purchase, rather than skin. ]
You are still fully clothed.
[ He says this with his usual observational tone, though there's a hint of breathlessness to him that even he doesn't recognize in himself. He doesn't mind it. ]
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So he kisses Astarion so carefully, tongue finding his fangs and avoiding their points—at least for now. He hasn't forgotten who he's with. His other arm comes up between them, tracing up Astarion's chest but of course only finding clothes for purchase, rather than skin. ]
You are still fully clothed.
[ He says this with his usual observational tone, though there's a hint of breathlessness to him that even he doesn't recognize in himself. He doesn't mind it. ]