[ For where he should place his hand. He lets his teeth scrape lightly against the soft, pale skin of his wrist as that same hand brushes his cheek, taking this as an invitation - or permission. Where he might've been content to lie here for a while listening to Alucard vent and giving his own catty commentary, he now shifts to let Alucard's head rest on the mattress as Astarion himself straddles over him, holding both of the dhampir's wrists over his head. His grip isn't hard, nor is his weight pressed fully down on his abdomen, there's nothing about his position that suggests he means to hold Alucard in place like this with any force.
He hovers over him with a sly look in his eyes. ]
... or shall I give practical instruction instead?
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[ For where he should place his hand. He lets his teeth scrape lightly against the soft, pale skin of his wrist as that same hand brushes his cheek, taking this as an invitation - or permission. Where he might've been content to lie here for a while listening to Alucard vent and giving his own catty commentary, he now shifts to let Alucard's head rest on the mattress as Astarion himself straddles over him, holding both of the dhampir's wrists over his head. His grip isn't hard, nor is his weight pressed fully down on his abdomen, there's nothing about his position that suggests he means to hold Alucard in place like this with any force.
He hovers over him with a sly look in his eyes. ]
... or shall I give practical instruction instead?