[ There really is no cure for terminal delusion and indescribable infatuation, and Iorveth wouldn't take one if it were offered to him. Who else is he going to fall in love with, anyway? Someone easier? Someone who agrees with him all the time, and only believes in the same things as him?
Sounds boring. Iorveth likes the way Astarion shoves him, likes the feeling of gravity taking over, the flop of his dead weight on soft cushions. ]
Mm. [ Politely keeping his messy hand to himself, lest he inadvertently touch Astarion's pretty face with an oil-and-pre-slicked palm. Grounds for a breakup. ] One day, you'll show me what you're like when you're feeling less generous.
[ He's up for it. Less hangups than Astarion means he's more willing to let Astarion do whatever the hells he wants at least once, with a very high chance of Iorveth willing to make repeat performances.
On his back, naked and still steaming from the bath, his hair a mess. Iorveth stays obediently where he is, his half-smile expectant and crooked. ]
May I touch, milord, or am I meant to heel, still?
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Sounds boring. Iorveth likes the way Astarion shoves him, likes the feeling of gravity taking over, the flop of his dead weight on soft cushions. ]
Mm. [ Politely keeping his messy hand to himself, lest he inadvertently touch Astarion's pretty face with an oil-and-pre-slicked palm. Grounds for a breakup. ] One day, you'll show me what you're like when you're feeling less generous.
[ He's up for it. Less hangups than Astarion means he's more willing to let Astarion do whatever the hells he wants at least once, with a very high chance of Iorveth willing to make repeat performances.
On his back, naked and still steaming from the bath, his hair a mess. Iorveth stays obediently where he is, his half-smile expectant and crooked. ]
May I touch, milord, or am I meant to heel, still?