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[arkitect]

Free enough for what you have in mind, no doubt.

[Though, as he observes the way Astarion relaxes further into that touch, he adds:]

Or free enough for you to simply stay, if you can tolerate the place long enough.

[It doesn't have to be anything more; this can be an indulgence of its own.]

[illithidnapped]

The former, darling. Always.

[Teasing. Coy, to say the least. He’s in a good mood, having been granted a peerless gift, flattery, indulgence— and a glimpse of tangible sorrow. Few things satisfy as much.

Or whet his appetite so.

He draws himself up, then, pulling away the loose fabric of his shirt— discarding it with the darkest of chuckles in the brightest streak of daylight. And when he pounces, catching the former emperor’s mouth with his own, it’s in anticipation of wickedness that will undoubtedly span an entire afternoon.]