[He meets Astarion's eyes with a look of adoration, contentment; a smile eases onto him once more, drawing creases down his face, his beard hiding the slightest dimple on one side. When he speaks, he whispers:]
Anything for you.
[Back to Astarion's lips he goes, the kiss he places there greedier than the others as hunger rises within him, the orb on his chest starting to glow. His hand beneath Astarion's shirt continues to slide upward, tracing the hills and valleys of his abdomen as he goes - and though his other hand still keeps him propped up, a third, conjured hand weaves its way through Astarion's hair, teasing the back of his neck.]
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Anything for you.
[Back to Astarion's lips he goes, the kiss he places there greedier than the others as hunger rises within him, the orb on his chest starting to glow. His hand beneath Astarion's shirt continues to slide upward, tracing the hills and valleys of his abdomen as he goes - and though his other hand still keeps him propped up, a third, conjured hand weaves its way through Astarion's hair, teasing the back of his neck.]