[ A fussy cat and an attack dog. Iorveth is foolishly (he acknowledges it) placated by the display of affection from Astarion, given purpose, to some extent, by the idea that Astarion finds the world a little more bearable with him in it. Crazy. He makes a soft sound of protest when Astarion's weight rolls off (freak elf with freak preferences), but adjusts to the sideways press of their bodies again with a warm huff.
Offered book taken, he props it open on his stomach and combs through its well-worn pages once more. Back to Nicholas and Edgar furiously tearing each other's clothes off, the word "manically" used liberally to describe what Edgar is doing to Nicholas's "trembling body".
Is this sexy??? Iorveth has no idea. But he reads one such sentence out loud, content to fulfill Astarion's requests (for now). ]
"Nicholas's long, smooth legs trembled and twitched where they were coiled around Edgar, and his spine arched deliciously as he struggled to push himself back upon his captor's adamantine cock." [ Iorveth squints. ] Adamantine?
[ Sounds uncomfortable, he thinks. ] The author's never been fucked, I presume.
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Offered book taken, he props it open on his stomach and combs through its well-worn pages once more. Back to Nicholas and Edgar furiously tearing each other's clothes off, the word "manically" used liberally to describe what Edgar is doing to Nicholas's "trembling body".
Is this sexy??? Iorveth has no idea. But he reads one such sentence out loud, content to fulfill Astarion's requests (for now). ]
"Nicholas's long, smooth legs trembled and twitched where they were coiled around Edgar, and his spine arched deliciously as he struggled to push himself back upon his captor's adamantine cock." [ Iorveth squints. ] Adamantine?
[ Sounds uncomfortable, he thinks. ] The author's never been fucked, I presume.