[ It's an out disguised as sweet nothings, he thinks. He should be irritated at the thought of being coddled, but there's actually something ridiculously arousing about being given permission to withhold, to say 'no'. No, maybe it isn't arousing itself so much as it lets him relax enough to feel aroused in the first place. Either way, he adores Iorveth for it.
Pleased, he presses a kiss to Iorveth's mouth again, then his jaw, then his neck, over his pulse point. ]
Perhaps when I'm feeling less generous.
[ There's a whole spate of things he can imagine doing, if Iorveth would like him to be withholding. It would be fun, he thinks, although difficult not to lavish him in the sort of affection that Astarion insists he doesn't actually like. ]
But you've been so very good tonight, and you deserve a treat.
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Pleased, he presses a kiss to Iorveth's mouth again, then his jaw, then his neck, over his pulse point. ]
Perhaps when I'm feeling less generous.
[ There's a whole spate of things he can imagine doing, if Iorveth would like him to be withholding. It would be fun, he thinks, although difficult not to lavish him in the sort of affection that Astarion insists he doesn't actually like. ]
But you've been so very good tonight, and you deserve a treat.