[ Bullied onto his back again, Iorveth makes a mental note that Astarion seems to prefer pinning to being pinned. Fine with him; he likes the feeling of Astarion bearing down on him, trusting Iorveth with his weight. It's not like he has any strength left in his pleasantly jellied legs to insist otherwise, anyway.
Iorveth lies back and reaches to tangles his fingers in Astarion's hair. Reclined and relaxed, boneless. It's likely the most open and bare-faced he's looked for the duration of his journey, the sharp angles of his face made less severe by affection and certainty in the fact that he's safe with the person he's in bed with. ]
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[ Bullied onto his back again, Iorveth makes a mental note that Astarion seems to prefer pinning to being pinned. Fine with him; he likes the feeling of Astarion bearing down on him, trusting Iorveth with his weight. It's not like he has any strength left in his pleasantly jellied legs to insist otherwise, anyway.
Iorveth lies back and reaches to tangles his fingers in Astarion's hair. Reclined and relaxed, boneless. It's likely the most open and bare-faced he's looked for the duration of his journey, the sharp angles of his face made less severe by affection and certainty in the fact that he's safe with the person he's in bed with. ]
I suspect you'd like me less if I bit less.