[ Five minutes ago, or five minutes from now, he might have made a joke of it or approached it like a challenge to skillfully construct the sweetest kiss ever seen in Thedas. But By just wrung most of the last lingering droplets of worry out of his heart—the prideful what does it make me if I'm his and he's not mine droplets. So Bastien kisses him artlessly, simply and slowly, exactly how he wants to, like good night or good morning or just because, and like they're never going to run out of time.
He does bite By's mouth a little, though—he's not not horny—before he moves a few inches back to await his soul's judgment. ]
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[ Five minutes ago, or five minutes from now, he might have made a joke of it or approached it like a challenge to skillfully construct the sweetest kiss ever seen in Thedas. But By just wrung most of the last lingering droplets of worry out of his heart—the prideful what does it make me if I'm his and he's not mine droplets. So Bastien kisses him artlessly, simply and slowly, exactly how he wants to, like good night or good morning or just because, and like they're never going to run out of time.
He does bite By's mouth a little, though—he's not not horny—before he moves a few inches back to await his soul's judgment. ]