[He pulls in a quiet breath at the proffered arm, his chest swelling, the glowing symbol of the orb reflected in the surface of the pool.
Taking Astarion's arm, he first bows his head to press a tender kiss to his hand before allowing his own to travel up and down the limb, his fingers sliding along his muscles easily as he works the soap into a lather. There's a hint of lavender in the mix, the scent perfuming the air around them.
Once that arm is done, he puts out his hands for the other, awaiting permission to touch his lover.]
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Taking Astarion's arm, he first bows his head to press a tender kiss to his hand before allowing his own to travel up and down the limb, his fingers sliding along his muscles easily as he works the soap into a lather. There's a hint of lavender in the mix, the scent perfuming the air around them.
Once that arm is done, he puts out his hands for the other, awaiting permission to touch his lover.]