[ Deflowering. Ridiculous. Iorveth manages a breathless laugh, despite the jolt of anticipation that runs up his spine when he's touched. ]
A few times. Only with one man. [ "Isengrim", the name he'd used as an alias at the other inn; Isengrim, his commander, proud and regal, the best of them all. Isengrim, who left and never returned.
It's a memory Iorveth doesn't want to dwell on right now, so he shakes his head and draws closer to Astarion, angling his head to nibble gently at the tip of Astarion's ear. ] Ancient history.
[ If Isengrim returned tomorrow, Iorveth would still only have eye(s) for his foolish vampire and his vexing wiles. An impatient shift of his hips later, Iorveth makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat and angles for more friction. ]
―Gods, I need you to want me, fool. Not to be gentle.
[ Translation: "fuck me already". He's not a coward, he doesn't care if he's sore for the next tenday as long as it serves as a reminder that they've been together. ]
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A few times. Only with one man. [ "Isengrim", the name he'd used as an alias at the other inn; Isengrim, his commander, proud and regal, the best of them all. Isengrim, who left and never returned.
It's a memory Iorveth doesn't want to dwell on right now, so he shakes his head and draws closer to Astarion, angling his head to nibble gently at the tip of Astarion's ear. ] Ancient history.
[ If Isengrim returned tomorrow, Iorveth would still only have eye(s) for his foolish vampire and his vexing wiles. An impatient shift of his hips later, Iorveth makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat and angles for more friction. ]
―Gods, I need you to want me, fool. Not to be gentle.
[ Translation: "fuck me already". He's not a coward, he doesn't care if he's sore for the next tenday as long as it serves as a reminder that they've been together. ]