[ A flash of jealousy hits him. It's unfair; Astarion has had a hundred men inside him and been inside a hundred more, and that's not even counting the women. Not one of those meant anything, though, and not one was an experience he'd repeat. Iorveth has made it very clear that he's only ever been intimate with those he cares about, those he trusts. A little pang of anxiety courses through him at the thought that this man could very well still be around in the northern forest, the very place Iorveth aims to return.
He can't possibly compete with one of Iorveth's own kind, but perhaps he can fuck him good enough to keep him. His one talent, says the cruel voice that lives inside his head. He plunges a finger inside more roughly than he intends, gently massaging the muscle there as apology. ]
You're only the one person I've ever wanted. [ The gentleness is because of the wanting. There's never been anyone he's ever wanted to prolong the experience with before. He's always wanted to get sex over with as quickly as possible, like ripping off a bandage or swallowing some unpleasant medicine. A scoff, then, ] You demanding man, even that isn't enough for you.
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He can't possibly compete with one of Iorveth's own kind, but perhaps he can fuck him good enough to keep him. His one talent, says the cruel voice that lives inside his head. He plunges a finger inside more roughly than he intends, gently massaging the muscle there as apology. ]
You're only the one person I've ever wanted. [ The gentleness is because of the wanting. There's never been anyone he's ever wanted to prolong the experience with before. He's always wanted to get sex over with as quickly as possible, like ripping off a bandage or swallowing some unpleasant medicine. A scoff, then, ] You demanding man, even that isn't enough for you.