They are practiced motions for Astarion, decades of finding the right ways to maneuver another body while getting comfortable himself in whatever position is necessary. This is no different, especially not with a body that he is already acquainted with. Ea had been malleable enough in the first, so this should be—
"..."
Astarion does pull up from where he was moving down her clavicle, red eyes widening a bit as they dart between Ea's horn and one of his (many) beloved pillows.
"Yes, yes you will." He doesn't hide the annoyance in his voice even though it is an honest mistake. He doesn't have horns to manage, you see! Which means this was a bit of an oversight on his part. (So much for decades of experience.) But he will still blame Ea because that's easier.
He reaches behind her to shove the pillow away, raising his brow when his gaze returns to her face. Of course she finds it funny. He...well, it is a little funny.
"If you want to tear something helpful, my dear, you could remove your trousers."
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Astarion does pull up from where he was moving down her clavicle, red eyes widening a bit as they dart between Ea's horn and one of his (many) beloved pillows.
"Yes, yes you will." He doesn't hide the annoyance in his voice even though it is an honest mistake. He doesn't have horns to manage, you see! Which means this was a bit of an oversight on his part. (So much for decades of experience.) But he will still blame Ea because that's easier.
He reaches behind her to shove the pillow away, raising his brow when his gaze returns to her face. Of course she finds it funny. He...well, it is a little funny.
"If you want to tear something helpful, my dear, you could remove your trousers."