[It's a swift agreement, the question of trust nonexistent in Leto's mind. It wouldn't be the worst idea, perhaps, to procure one before facing Cazador, but not in the house. There's too many ways that could go wrong and too few benefits for them to even consider it. Perhaps if they lived in a larger space . . . but ah, it doesn't matter. No stakes, and he shakes his head minutely, affirming that.]
But housekeeping would be . . . pleasing, I think, in its intimacy. I have missed sparring like this with you.
[Foreplay and fighting all at once: it satisfies an urge Leto had almost forgotten he enjoyed indulging. It's been too long since he's gotten to go all out; longer still that they have been able to fight without Astarion simply letting him win.
But oh: he hadn't missed what Astarion had murmured at first. That quiet bit of sentiment that left Leto's heart pattering in startled joy, unexpected and yet all the more pleasing for it. Again he turns his head, nuzzling and nosing against Astarion in quiet response.]
Tell me.
[Softer than before, his voice gentle as he rumbles against his ear.]
I believe I know what you mean when you say that I am your first, but . . . I would hear it from you. All the ways in which I realize— and all the ways in which I don't.
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[It's a swift agreement, the question of trust nonexistent in Leto's mind. It wouldn't be the worst idea, perhaps, to procure one before facing Cazador, but not in the house. There's too many ways that could go wrong and too few benefits for them to even consider it. Perhaps if they lived in a larger space . . . but ah, it doesn't matter. No stakes, and he shakes his head minutely, affirming that.]
But housekeeping would be . . . pleasing, I think, in its intimacy. I have missed sparring like this with you.
[Foreplay and fighting all at once: it satisfies an urge Leto had almost forgotten he enjoyed indulging. It's been too long since he's gotten to go all out; longer still that they have been able to fight without Astarion simply letting him win.
But oh: he hadn't missed what Astarion had murmured at first. That quiet bit of sentiment that left Leto's heart pattering in startled joy, unexpected and yet all the more pleasing for it. Again he turns his head, nuzzling and nosing against Astarion in quiet response.]
Tell me.
[Softer than before, his voice gentle as he rumbles against his ear.]
I believe I know what you mean when you say that I am your first, but . . . I would hear it from you. All the ways in which I realize— and all the ways in which I don't.