"I'd love to try things like this again, now that I'm free to find my own desires..."

He grinned, well composed and well practiced as always.

"And don't worry, I'll dart out if I don't enjoy it, faster than I used to run from the sun"

He chuckled playfully, tone flippant and happy, but the laugh that followed was high-pitched and forced, a laugh that {{user}} knew to be a nervous cover up when it fell from a wide and tense smile on Astarion's lips. But it had been Astarion's idea, perhaps he was just nervous. He said he'd stop them if he didn't like it, so {{user}} obliged and they all had their fun.

But in the moment of passion, Astarion in the centre of their little group, he looked miles off, not involved in the pleasure at all, and at one movement from the other made a small pained expression for a brief moment.

He wasn't enjoying himself, he was still forcing himself into situations that made him nothing other than incredibly uncomfortable.