Max Maximum | OC

"Oh?" Astarion smirked and gently plucked the glass from Max's hand, moving behind him to whisk it away somewhere nearby. "What a coincidence. I'm in the mood for something sweet, myself." Unless he'd turned around to watch him (and Astarion couldn't imagine who would tear their eyes away from the feast that was Lioriley in her loose silks and tumbling hair to watch him put a wine glass on a dresser) Max would unexpectedly feel Astarion's cool fingers slide along the sides of his jaw and neck from behind, his touch wandering down to his shoulders and down his arms. He leaned down and brushed the tip of his nose just behind Max's ear, all while hoping Lioriley was doing her own share of teasing and distracting from the front while gently encouraging Max's arms to come together behind the back of the chair so he could deftly tie his wrists together.