astarion has done this dance thousands of times before, perfected his footwork and sauntry approach, so he tries to reassure himself it will feel no different with wyll ravengard. as he has always done, he will compartmentalize and ignore the sweetness of wyll's blood, the goodness of his very being and convince himself that astarion's very touch doesn't corrupt. at the very least, he can reassure himself it can't more than mizora's infernal mindfuckery has but uncharacteristic guilt gnaws on him. the blood from the bear he'd hunted flows through his veins, rushing south and setting his hairs on end.
he loses all apprehension the moment wyll kisses back, all sensibility evacuating further when there are calloused hands gripping his waist. he moans into the seam of wyll's lips, tugging the swell of his bottom lip between his fangs and astarion has to resist not to perfortate the delicious flesh, to draw more blood as he pulls away with a heavy-lidded gaze. astarion huffs a nervous laugh, elated and excited as he flashes wyll a sharp-toothed grin. "there will be no worrying about the wretched tadpoles in our heads or more imminent demise -- and while i can't extract it myself, i can help you clear your head," astarion murmurs in a dulcet tone, giving his bicep a reassuring little squeeze before he undoes the laces of his shirt and tosses it to the forest floor, his infernal-carved back exposed to the moonlight cascading through the trees.
the thought of wyll seeing it almost gives him pause, but he's too worked up and fervent to feel insecure about it when the possibility of having wyll naked is right in front of him. deft fingers tug at the fabric of wyll's shirt, careful to avoid his horns snagging it before he runs his fingers over the scars covering wyll's skin, reverent as his undying breath catches in his throat. scars from slaying monsters whilst wyll is about to bed one. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, gaze darkening with lust and something near imperceptible in his eyes. "please let me taste you, let me have you.. just for tonight," he pleads, hands moving to the ties of wyll's breaches whilst searching for any indication that wyll is of a changed mind. without prompting, astarion drops to his knees and braces his hands at wyll's waist, head angled to look up at him through sooty lashes. "i'll show you just how sweet and generous i can be."