[A drawl as sincere as Astarion's own voice, Leto's mouth quirked up in an irrepressible grin. Bratty thing . . . and yet he cannot help but reward him for it. Both hands now freed, he devotes himself to touching his mate: both palms sliding slowly up the line of Astarion's thighs, thumb digging into lean muscle as he keeps up a steady pattern. It's an oddly soothing action, not unlike a cat kneading a favorite owner; he likes to touch him for the simple sake of touch alone.
Curiosity wins out over patience, however, and he leans up to peer over the edge of the book as he adds:]
What are you looking for, exactly? She organized it by spell name, not magic type.
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[A drawl as sincere as Astarion's own voice, Leto's mouth quirked up in an irrepressible grin. Bratty thing . . . and yet he cannot help but reward him for it. Both hands now freed, he devotes himself to touching his mate: both palms sliding slowly up the line of Astarion's thighs, thumb digging into lean muscle as he keeps up a steady pattern. It's an oddly soothing action, not unlike a cat kneading a favorite owner; he likes to touch him for the simple sake of touch alone.
Curiosity wins out over patience, however, and he leans up to peer over the edge of the book as he adds:]
What are you looking for, exactly? She organized it by spell name, not magic type.
[And he's nosy.]