[ What neither of them know is that the book in Astarion's hands is that it's the first of a trilogy, and the erotic adventures of Edgar and Nicholas span several countries and involve every single position that bipedal creatures are capable of. The third and final instalment has just come out recently, is sold out everywhere, and is about 800 pages long.
Iorveth, who is more interested in etching circles in fabric than following Nicholas and Edgar's saga, softens his expression incrementally at the feeling of Astarion's robe settling around him. He edges closer to Astarion and tucks him near his side, sharing as much body heat as possible with their proximity. ]
Hm. You did do some strenuous exercising today.
[ An airy, sly drawl. Iorveth combs his fingers through Astarion's freshly-washed hair, and smiles despite himself. ]
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Iorveth, who is more interested in etching circles in fabric than following Nicholas and Edgar's saga, softens his expression incrementally at the feeling of Astarion's robe settling around him. He edges closer to Astarion and tucks him near his side, sharing as much body heat as possible with their proximity. ]
Hm. You did do some strenuous exercising today.
[ An airy, sly drawl. Iorveth combs his fingers through Astarion's freshly-washed hair, and smiles despite himself. ]
Rest. You've earned it.