[ Sebastian's jaw is tensing as he swallows hard, as he takes the breath to attempt some futile way of telling Astarion to knock it off with the flirting, even though frankly he knew what he was getting into. Or at least should have. But before he can manage, the man is in his lap and he's taking a breath like a soft gasp of surprise, instead, frozen for all of a moment before his hands are on Astarion's thighs, like he can't decide if he's holding him at bay or keeping him right where he wants him.
He's still deciding as Astarion speaks again, and huffs out a breath, rolling his eyes in a silent prayer. ]
Promises, promises.
[ He squeezes Astarion's thighs in his grip, both hands, like a warning. Or maybe just a test. All he can think is that there was a time he'd have been more concerned about this. A time he would've been enjoying it less...instead of enjoying it at all. He swallows again, mouth dry. ]
no subject
He's still deciding as Astarion speaks again, and huffs out a breath, rolling his eyes in a silent prayer. ]
Promises, promises.
[ He squeezes Astarion's thighs in his grip, both hands, like a warning. Or maybe just a test. All he can think is that there was a time he'd have been more concerned about this. A time he would've been enjoying it less...instead of enjoying it at all. He swallows again, mouth dry. ]
Should've known you like to play with your food.