"Would it?" he asks, the tone of his voice the only thing betraying the seriousness of his expression. "I'm not sure if you realize, but there would be a few members of your cohort who wouldn't mind the show."
Astarion may gladly rib his fellow companions, but he knows they aren't blind. Lae'zel has seemed particularly rabid ever since they took out those goblins as well. He was surprised that's all it took to impress her, but that's for another time. This night is his.
"Much better." He helps pull them the rest of the way down, even going so far as to lift up her legs to help remove them entirely. Best to make it easier.
With that, he leans in and resumes his journey. Placing a flurry of slow kisses across her stomach, jumping from the ridges to her navel and dips his tongue inside.
It's not a bad ass to have to look at naked, so it makes some rational sense that more people in the group would be looking - respectfully or attentively (or comparatively) - but she doesn't quite think of that scenario. Doesn't quite think about a lot of things, once her trousers are off.
Her underwear remains as the only barrier left, though he pulls her trousers off. His skin is cooler to the touch, working wonders where it brushes against her heated skin when he leans down and kisses her stomach, her ridges, lower.
"Gods..." She can't help but look, watching avidly; his kiss at her navel has her stomach muscles clenching, and she opens her legs to accommodate his shoulders. If his senses are enhanced enough to hear the hammering of her heart beat, can he tell from scent just how incredibly wet she is under that functional piece of fabric that covers her?
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Date: 2026-03-20 05:03 am (UTC)Astarion may gladly rib his fellow companions, but he knows they aren't blind. Lae'zel has seemed particularly rabid ever since they took out those goblins as well. He was surprised that's all it took to impress her, but that's for another time. This night is his.
"Much better." He helps pull them the rest of the way down, even going so far as to lift up her legs to help remove them entirely. Best to make it easier.
With that, he leans in and resumes his journey. Placing a flurry of slow kisses across her stomach, jumping from the ridges to her navel and dips his tongue inside.
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Date: 2026-03-21 03:52 pm (UTC)Her underwear remains as the only barrier left, though he pulls her trousers off. His skin is cooler to the touch, working wonders where it brushes against her heated skin when he leans down and kisses her stomach, her ridges, lower.
"Gods..." She can't help but look, watching avidly; his kiss at her navel has her stomach muscles clenching, and she opens her legs to accommodate his shoulders. If his senses are enhanced enough to hear the hammering of her heart beat, can he tell from scent just how incredibly wet she is under that functional piece of fabric that covers her?