"Nothing wrong with a little mutual indulgence," Astarion murmurs, fingertips tracing light circles on his scalp. "Next time I shall be putting my hands all over you."
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"Nothing wrong with a little mutual indulgence," Astarion murmurs, fingertips tracing light circles on his scalp. "Next time I shall be putting my hands all over you."
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"Love your hands," he murmurs. "Anytime."