[ Iorveth fully subscribes to the idea that if it feels good and they have a good time and they all want the same thing, there's no problem. He tips his head when Astarion starts fishing, curious as to the intent of the question. ]

If the cock in question is yours, [ Iorveth doesn't have a problem with bottoming, but he does have standards. ] I'd be more than enthusiastic.

[ Demanding, even. Admittedly, Iorveth has considered this through the lens of Astarion's sexual hangups before, but that's a less pleasant consideration than the one he's making now. Right now, all he's considering is whether or not Astarion would even find any of this appealing; the last time Iorveth got on top of anyone intimately was when he was slightly more pleasant to look at, with two eyes and longer hair.

Hm, he hums, and drums his fingers along Astarion's waist. ]

I want you in every way available. Consider this my admission of greed.