[ The response would be underwhelming if not for the lovely shade of pink blooming at the tips of Astarion's pale ears; Iorveth doesn't miss it－ they're pressed too close for him to not notice－ but decides not to call attention to it, lest Astarion decide to wriggle out of their pillow nest to escape the discomfort of being seen.
Instead, he laughs at the mention of impressive girths. ]
Well. [ Casually. ] Your cock is as pretty as the rest of you.
[ Is that romantic??? Probably not. Iorveth flips to the next page where the two fictional men finally start to begin rutting in earnest, though he can't for the life of him understand why in the hells these two are actually attracted to each other.
Whatever. Speaking of rutting: ] I wouldn't mind riding your "impressive girth", if that's what stirs you.
[ Again, casually. He's noticed that humans have some sort of strange hangup about being on the physically receiving end of sex, but he mostly thinks they're all cowards, really. ]
no subject
Instead, he laughs at the mention of impressive girths. ]
Well. [ Casually. ] Your cock is as pretty as the rest of you.
[ Is that romantic??? Probably not. Iorveth flips to the next page where the two fictional men finally start to begin rutting in earnest, though he can't for the life of him understand why in the hells these two are actually attracted to each other.
Whatever. Speaking of rutting: ] I wouldn't mind riding your "impressive girth", if that's what stirs you.
[ Again, casually. He's noticed that humans have some sort of strange hangup about being on the physically receiving end of sex, but he mostly thinks they're all cowards, really. ]