[WIth Astarion, this love doesn't feel like a collar but the wings borne of freedom, he doesn't feel tied down and trading masters but as if they are free together, two birds exploring the skies in a dance. It was something breathtaking as he deepens their kiss, taking and giving in equal turn. To taste and touch. He isn't scared to love Astarion, he doesn't feel the need to run knowing it's returned.
And then he's being held with such desperate want and his own arms circle the elf, hugging him close, holding him with such need. Because he does, he needs Astarion, for the first time he needs someone and it should be terrifying. It should be, yet it was not. His grip is firm as he holds and kisses the man with all the need and love he can muster.]
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And then he's being held with such desperate want and his own arms circle the elf, hugging him close, holding him with such need. Because he does, he needs Astarion, for the first time he needs someone and it should be terrifying. It should be, yet it was not. His grip is firm as he holds and kisses the man with all the need and love he can muster.]