[ An evil vampire lord would likely not react so sweetly to patience and gentle hands; Iorveth has never been more glad that Astarion chose not to ruin his heart for the sake of power and prestige. He layers one more kiss to the jut of a well-defined jaw, teeth on smooth skin while his hand tugs Astarion's trousers down to his ankles (negotiating the awkward shuffle of their too-long limbs with with similarly impatient fervor), baring more of him for Iorveth's inevitable scrutiny.
As he slides back to position: ]
Even your cock is pretty. [ A playful remark, followed by an easy peck to its tip. ] What did that novel say? "Adamantine"?
[ He chuckles at the recollection, nuzzling up against the comfortably-solid outline of Astarion's heat. It's gratifying to feel how firm it's gotten― Iorveth feels a sudden urge to immediately sink his mouth on top of it until it hits the back of his throat, but tells himself not to freak Astarion out by being, well, a freak.
So. Slow and steady at first. Open-mouthed kisses, and long drags of his tongue. Iorveth isn't embarrassed by how much he's wanted to do this, which makes it easier for him to be bold, to indicate his enthusiasm through warm huffs of breath around Astarion's erection. He brackets his hands at Astarion's hips without pinning him, mindful of pulling back if he senses even a sliver of discomfort; when he finally sucks the tip of him into his mouth, Iorveth makes sure to flick his single-eyed gaze upwards in a show of consideration and restraint. Again, trying not to be a total freak about this. ]
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As he slides back to position: ]
Even your cock is pretty. [ A playful remark, followed by an easy peck to its tip. ] What did that novel say? "Adamantine"?
[ He chuckles at the recollection, nuzzling up against the comfortably-solid outline of Astarion's heat. It's gratifying to feel how firm it's gotten― Iorveth feels a sudden urge to immediately sink his mouth on top of it until it hits the back of his throat, but tells himself not to freak Astarion out by being, well, a freak.
So. Slow and steady at first. Open-mouthed kisses, and long drags of his tongue. Iorveth isn't embarrassed by how much he's wanted to do this, which makes it easier for him to be bold, to indicate his enthusiasm through warm huffs of breath around Astarion's erection. He brackets his hands at Astarion's hips without pinning him, mindful of pulling back if he senses even a sliver of discomfort; when he finally sucks the tip of him into his mouth, Iorveth makes sure to flick his single-eyed gaze upwards in a show of consideration and restraint. Again, trying not to be a total freak about this. ]