[ There's nothing that Iorveth wants more than freedom and peace for his people; that said, he wants Astarion just as much as he wants freedom and peace for his people. An all-encompassing feeling, constantly simmering under his skin.
Bedsprings creak under their collective weight as Iorveth shifts, turning onto his side to slide one palm under the hem of Astarion's borrowed shirt and trace the ridges of his stomach. Iorveth has remained shirtless since his healing, with only his trousers, underwear, and the ring around his neck available for casting off.
He dips his head down to bite a careful mark over the pink-flushed skin peeking from Astarion's loosened collar. Deliberate and slow, to savor their difference in temperature and complexion. ]
More worth your while, too.
[ Another laugh, quieter this time. Iorveth presses his smile to Astarion's clavicle, teething at it with the flat of his neat teeth as he feels something in the pit of his stomach warm at the thought of putting his mouth over Astarion again. Less hurried than the time at Facemaker's, though the urgency of that moment was a thrill of its own.
Gods, he's lost his mind. ] What are you doing to me, you infernal creature.
[ Not an actual question, which is why the tail end of his words lack an inflection. ]
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Bedsprings creak under their collective weight as Iorveth shifts, turning onto his side to slide one palm under the hem of Astarion's borrowed shirt and trace the ridges of his stomach. Iorveth has remained shirtless since his healing, with only his trousers, underwear, and the ring around his neck available for casting off.
He dips his head down to bite a careful mark over the pink-flushed skin peeking from Astarion's loosened collar. Deliberate and slow, to savor their difference in temperature and complexion. ]
More worth your while, too.
[ Another laugh, quieter this time. Iorveth presses his smile to Astarion's clavicle, teething at it with the flat of his neat teeth as he feels something in the pit of his stomach warm at the thought of putting his mouth over Astarion again. Less hurried than the time at Facemaker's, though the urgency of that moment was a thrill of its own.
Gods, he's lost his mind. ] What are you doing to me, you infernal creature.
[ Not an actual question, which is why the tail end of his words lack an inflection. ]