Alright. He has to be clever about this so as to not falter or give it away before the punchline. Pacing and partial truths are important.
He draws in a breath, making a point to steady himself as he is about to bare all for Astarion.
"Well, at first it started tame enough... a concerned friend, reaching out to see if I was alright. The conversation got rather intimate - I shared things about myself that I haven't shared with anyone before," he says, speech starting out normal enough until the word 'intimate.' Allumin knows himself well enough to know how flushed and breathless he gets, and imagines something far more explicit than what was actually discussed to sell how riled up just the thought of it makes him.
"I'm not sure if I've ever felt so excited by words before, but it's different when it's something deeply dark and personal." He sighs as his cheeks redden. He hopes the way his eyes linger a moment too long on Astarion's lips and the way they drift downward before returning back upward to make eye contact with a not-all-there gaze will be enough to sell this.
"We made plans to head from the Gallows to Kirkwall proper to drink and spend the night together. Arms interlocked as we walked to the ferry, feeling their body heat against me only made me hunger for more..." Biting his lip, it's less a fantasy and more a bit of shame he feels at how needy he can be for physical gratification. Shame, however, is still enough to continue the rise of flushing in his cheeks, a hitch and a shuddering little exhale as he weaves his little tale.
"I couldn't wait until Kirkwall, I needed some kind of satisfaction, so..." He leans in close, voice barely above a whisper. "I pulled them close and kissed them, right there on the street, where anyone could see."
Oh, he hopes that this gets the reaction he's expecting based on Astarion's earlier disappointment.
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He draws in a breath, making a point to steady himself as he is about to bare all for Astarion.
"Well, at first it started tame enough... a concerned friend, reaching out to see if I was alright. The conversation got rather intimate - I shared things about myself that I haven't shared with anyone before," he says, speech starting out normal enough until the word 'intimate.' Allumin knows himself well enough to know how flushed and breathless he gets, and imagines something far more explicit than what was actually discussed to sell how riled up just the thought of it makes him.
"I'm not sure if I've ever felt so excited by words before, but it's different when it's something deeply dark and personal." He sighs as his cheeks redden. He hopes the way his eyes linger a moment too long on Astarion's lips and the way they drift downward before returning back upward to make eye contact with a not-all-there gaze will be enough to sell this.
"We made plans to head from the Gallows to Kirkwall proper to drink and spend the night together. Arms interlocked as we walked to the ferry, feeling their body heat against me only made me hunger for more..." Biting his lip, it's less a fantasy and more a bit of shame he feels at how needy he can be for physical gratification. Shame, however, is still enough to continue the rise of flushing in his cheeks, a hitch and a shuddering little exhale as he weaves his little tale.
"I couldn't wait until Kirkwall, I needed some kind of satisfaction, so..." He leans in close, voice barely above a whisper. "I pulled them close and kissed them, right there on the street, where anyone could see."
Oh, he hopes that this gets the reaction he's expecting based on Astarion's earlier disappointment.