[ A surge of affection at that oh, which crescendos when Astarion affirms the sound with a clearer yes― Iorveth could eat those sounds out of Astarion's mouth, they sound so sweet. ]
Good, [ he rumbles, low and pleased. Not quite a question, though he mouths it again when he rubs against the same spot that'd made Astarion squirm the first time, the tail end of that single syllable hiking just enough to give it the suggestion of one. "Is this good for you?"
An uncouth thing to ask, he knows. It's just that he's so disgustingly in love; every little "yes" goes straight to his own cock, still filled-out and attentive against Astarion's inner thigh. At this point, Iorveth thinks he could satisfy himself just by seeing if Astarion could come on his fingers, but he also thinks that that would get him yelled at.
Still. He applies more oil, and after he's confident that he knows where that sweet spot is, carefully works a third digit inside. That intrusion is followed by a nuzzle and a kiss, a brief check-in. ]
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Good, [ he rumbles, low and pleased. Not quite a question, though he mouths it again when he rubs against the same spot that'd made Astarion squirm the first time, the tail end of that single syllable hiking just enough to give it the suggestion of one. "Is this good for you?"
An uncouth thing to ask, he knows. It's just that he's so disgustingly in love; every little "yes" goes straight to his own cock, still filled-out and attentive against Astarion's inner thigh. At this point, Iorveth thinks he could satisfy himself just by seeing if Astarion could come on his fingers, but he also thinks that that would get him yelled at.
Still. He applies more oil, and after he's confident that he knows where that sweet spot is, carefully works a third digit inside. That intrusion is followed by a nuzzle and a kiss, a brief check-in. ]