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[He should have a hollyphant around all the time if this is where it leads.]

Fight me.

[His handwriting's a little shaky. A little unrefined, though the usual embellished scrawlwork's still there. If Leto is grinning, then they're both grinning, and it's not a draw so much as a prelude.

Foreplay with teeth.]

If you win, I'll ride that machine with as much pretty submission as you want.

[How's that for real incentive, love?]

[doggish]

when I win, I want you to be blindfolded too. gagged. utterly helpless for me, so that each time i touch you, you thrash within your bindings, hoping for more and unable to even beg me for it. driven out of your mind until we reach the end of your stamina once and for all.

[A pause. He's riding high on the wings of audacity, thrilled by the fantasy they're both painting and too far gone to care about propriety.]

and if you win tonight, i'll let you shove that potion we bought down my throat while you pin me to that wall.

[No need to elaborate on which one, for he's damn sure Astarion knows. It's been sitting half-forgotten in their trunk for the past few weeks.]