don't take your eyes off of me for a second. (Halsin 🧿👄🧿)
assorted suggestive dialogue.
Astarion's body gave way to something visceral and knee bending even in spite of his undead heart remaining perfectly still beneath his ribs. He reminded himself that he would fight it all, every aspect of him that still craved release just to curse Cazador. But Halsin was a gentleman... and a big one at that. Astarion's curiosity got the better of him in a moment of blood-drunkeness. He needed to be satiated more than he needed to prove anything to himself or anyone else. At least for this singular moment and opportunity.
For the first time in a long time, the vampire allowed his body to be played by the strong hands of the druid who posed him however he saw fit to ravage. Astarion could do little more than allow a trembled gasp to escape between their lips before obediently opening his eyes to admire the strong and angled features of the gentle giant. What could a man who worshipped nature ever want with someone so unnatural?













