[ "Wait" is a cruel thing to say to a man currently sucking dick as if his life depended on it, but it's followed up with a proposition that makes Iorveth shiver; he'd like that very much, actually. He draws himself up off of Astarion's cock with some difficulty, lips still pressed to a flushed tip as he rasps, voice ragged: ]
You needn't even ask.
[ It's crazy to him that Astarion would even want to fuck him. Iorveth still holds to the fact that Astarion's exterior remains the least interesting thing about him, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't find Astarion objectively attractive: classically beautiful, with perfect features arranged on a face that manages to be both sharp and soft at once. He could have his pick of anyone in every realm, and yet, he's asking Iorveth if he wants to be fucked.
It's ridiculous. Iorveth puts his mouth over Astarion's tip again, still hungry for him even as he fumbles with his own trousers to push them down, freeing his own erect cock to slick his palm with pre. An inelegant rush to find something to wet his digits with, wanting to get the bare minimum of prep out of the way so that he can get to what he really wants.
Obscene, probably, how he's still trying to keep Astarion in his mouth as he fingers at his own entrance. It doesn't matter― Iorveth wants to expedite the foreplay before Astarion can change his mind about fucking someone with a ruined face and a scar-marred body. Iorveth isn't pretty, and he's conscious of the fact that he isn't what most people would conventionally want to put their dicks in. ]
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You needn't even ask.
[ It's crazy to him that Astarion would even want to fuck him. Iorveth still holds to the fact that Astarion's exterior remains the least interesting thing about him, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't find Astarion objectively attractive: classically beautiful, with perfect features arranged on a face that manages to be both sharp and soft at once. He could have his pick of anyone in every realm, and yet, he's asking Iorveth if he wants to be fucked.
It's ridiculous. Iorveth puts his mouth over Astarion's tip again, still hungry for him even as he fumbles with his own trousers to push them down, freeing his own erect cock to slick his palm with pre. An inelegant rush to find something to wet his digits with, wanting to get the bare minimum of prep out of the way so that he can get to what he really wants.
Obscene, probably, how he's still trying to keep Astarion in his mouth as he fingers at his own entrance. It doesn't matter― Iorveth wants to expedite the foreplay before Astarion can change his mind about fucking someone with a ruined face and a scar-marred body. Iorveth isn't pretty, and he's conscious of the fact that he isn't what most people would conventionally want to put their dicks in. ]