[ It feels a little like being trussed up and edged, the initial slow pace, but there's pleasure in seeing Astarion search for his own. Iorveth feels every shift and every shudder through their point of connection; it's a thrill, then, when Astarion seems to find something he likes and chases it with more confidence. Coupled with that hissed order, move, Iorveth swears he gets harder where Astarion is grinding against him.
He laughs. ] Yes, milord. [ Teasing as best he can, even despite the fact that he's doing most of his thinking right now with his dick. Warm palms run up Astarion's sculpted thighs and rest over his hips, savoring the buck and sway of his body― Iorveth takes note of the rhythm for a few more agonizing beats before he starts moving in tandem, drawing back for each upwards lift, bumping up when Astarion succumbs to gravity. Obedient at first, eventually growing more bold: he squeezes his grip around Astarion's eminently holdable waist and keeps him down on his cock a few times, indulging in the brain-melting feeling of being held completely inside that tight grip.
Gods, this is so bad for his sanity. He thinks he could die like this. Iorveth dips his head to kiss along Astarion's chest, finding the enticingly sweet peak of his nipple to put his mouth on. ]
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He laughs. ] Yes, milord. [ Teasing as best he can, even despite the fact that he's doing most of his thinking right now with his dick. Warm palms run up Astarion's sculpted thighs and rest over his hips, savoring the buck and sway of his body― Iorveth takes note of the rhythm for a few more agonizing beats before he starts moving in tandem, drawing back for each upwards lift, bumping up when Astarion succumbs to gravity. Obedient at first, eventually growing more bold: he squeezes his grip around Astarion's eminently holdable waist and keeps him down on his cock a few times, indulging in the brain-melting feeling of being held completely inside that tight grip.
Gods, this is so bad for his sanity. He thinks he could die like this. Iorveth dips his head to kiss along Astarion's chest, finding the enticingly sweet peak of his nipple to put his mouth on. ]
Perfect, every inch of you.