oh, you kissed me just to kiss me (слэш)

He didn’t have much of a frame of reference to compare Casmir to, of course, not when his parade of lovers were excluded to nights that ended in their deaths. But what he has with Casmir is—different. Wholly unique in its own right. Astarion cares about them more than he ever has for another person before, and the thought is still just a little terrifying.
And even if Astarion still doesn’t quite understand it, it was obvious that Casmir cared about him too.
So there he laid with a new problem—intimacy. Sex. Fucking. Whatever you wished to bloody call it.
 
(Or, Astarion realizes that he doesn’t want sex.)