[Was this what couples do? Astarion didn't know. He was working off instinct, asking for what he has fantasised about while drifting into a trance or sleep. All the cliched bullshit he used on prey, the cheesy actions of characters in Taryon's books, he would imagine what it felt like if done in earnest, safe to think about in those late, dark hours when being half-asleep allowed your brain free reign, freedom from being ashamed.
After a moment of quiet, Astarion finally notices how Taryon is looking from one thing to the other, and he pulls slowly away, hand dipping back into the water.]
Am I asking for too much too soon? [He asks, voice light, a self-assured, small smile on his face--all an act to hide his anxieties.] I'm sorry, I must remember, you haven't been waiting for this as I have.
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After a moment of quiet, Astarion finally notices how Taryon is looking from one thing to the other, and he pulls slowly away, hand dipping back into the water.]
Am I asking for too much too soon? [He asks, voice light, a self-assured, small smile on his face--all an act to hide his anxieties.] I'm sorry, I must remember, you haven't been waiting for this as I have.