[ The initial breach borders on painful despite the prep, but that's to be expected― Astarion pushes inside slowly, a steady pressure that fills Iorveth to near-discomfort, fluttering and clenching restlessly around the obstruction currently stretching him.
Full, he thinks. He has his first breath literally fucked out of him, a low gasp that threatens to turn into a groan once he feels Astarion's thighs against his haunches.
Hells. Astarion is inside him, fully. That notion is enough to drown out everything else, make everything else feel trivial in comparison; Iorveth shifts and grinds down where they meet, chasing that desired feeling of too much as his blunted nails draw crescents into Astarion's back.
He can't speak. Again, he's too full. He attempts it, but it winds up being a choppy attempt at Astarion's name, more of a stuttered sigh than anything intelligible― he feels wrung out in the best way, still trying to mouth the outline of "Astarion" as he starts moving his hips up and down in slow inches, setting his own nerves on fire. ]
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Full, he thinks. He has his first breath literally fucked out of him, a low gasp that threatens to turn into a groan once he feels Astarion's thighs against his haunches.
Hells. Astarion is inside him, fully. That notion is enough to drown out everything else, make everything else feel trivial in comparison; Iorveth shifts and grinds down where they meet, chasing that desired feeling of too much as his blunted nails draw crescents into Astarion's back.
He can't speak. Again, he's too full. He attempts it, but it winds up being a choppy attempt at Astarion's name, more of a stuttered sigh than anything intelligible― he feels wrung out in the best way, still trying to mouth the outline of "Astarion" as he starts moving his hips up and down in slow inches, setting his own nerves on fire. ]