[Distantly, Vakares realizes he's grateful for this. It's the most tangential emotion right now, a faint wisp all but buried beneath affection and swiftly-rising arousal, but it's still there. There were so many other ways this might have gone, and he would have happily endured them for Astarion's sake— but gods, this is a far sweeter way for them to part. One last intimacy just for the two of them, just as it had been from the start.

But that's a quiet thought, buried in the next moment beneath the fierce heat that thunders through Vakares' veins. Crimson eyes have gone hooded, his next false inhale a slow and even thing. There you are, my little pet, lust and affection tangling together in one searing moment as he looks down at the figure kneeling between his legs. Not just his Astarion, not anymore, but his consort: slick-mouthed and eager, his eyes bright as ever as he tugs at his master's laces. A pretty thing so eager to settle into his role one last time, oh, he's missed this.

Leaning back in the chair, his legs fall open lazily.]

And yet I've so many memories of you doing just that . . .

[His fingers card gently through silver curls, combing them back before tightening, tugging Astarion closer to his cock.]

So prove your point. Show me how much better it is to linger in the present, Astarion.

[A little smirk as the head of his prick rubs against plush lips, precome smearing against a mouth already swollen from use.]

Show me how much you want me, my precious gem.