[ He makes a sound of real protest when he's peeled off and deterred from his single-minded focus, lips still parted from where he'd been pressing kisses to Astarion's cock. The world spins for a moment as he's pulled semi-upright, and his touch slips away from its awkward ministrations between his legs; for a second, Iorveth feels utterly bereft.
But Iorveth finally registers "let me", his words echoed back at him in that sweet voice, beamed at him by those big, sweet eyes. It's unfair: even if that expression is a tactic, there's no earthly way Iorveth can deny it. Every defense he's every built over the past century and a bit crumbles in its wake; if Astarion looks closely enough, he might see Iorveth melt. ]
If you wish it, [ he murmurs. More concessions to add to the pile. He shifts (with great difficulty) and reaches for the bedside dresser for some ointment that he didn't think to bother with before, handing it to Astarion with slight impatience. ]
How do you want me?
[ On his back? On his front, face down? Iorveth arranges himself so that Astarion can bully him into whatever position is convenient for him, just a little tense; he's out of practice, and while he's not lacking in enthusiasm, he's still hoping that Astarion doesn't change his mind. ]
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But Iorveth finally registers "let me", his words echoed back at him in that sweet voice, beamed at him by those big, sweet eyes. It's unfair: even if that expression is a tactic, there's no earthly way Iorveth can deny it. Every defense he's every built over the past century and a bit crumbles in its wake; if Astarion looks closely enough, he might see Iorveth melt. ]
If you wish it, [ he murmurs. More concessions to add to the pile. He shifts (with great difficulty) and reaches for the bedside dresser for some ointment that he didn't think to bother with before, handing it to Astarion with slight impatience. ]
How do you want me?
[ On his back? On his front, face down? Iorveth arranges himself so that Astarion can bully him into whatever position is convenient for him, just a little tense; he's out of practice, and while he's not lacking in enthusiasm, he's still hoping that Astarion doesn't change his mind. ]