[ An unflattering snort. How highly Iorveth thinks of himself, to assume that Astarion can't walk after fucking him. Then again, his legs do ache something fierce, so maybe it's for the best that he doesn't test them out just yet. The only thing more embarrassing than thanking Iorveth for sex would be thanking him for sex and then immediately having his knees buckle beneath him.
He drapes himself over Iorveth, hardly cognizant of the spend cooling on their skin. Strange; he's always hated the mess that sex makes, always felt especially dirty and disgusting with it on him, but he finds himself unfazed when it's a mess that Iorveth has made.
Teasing: ] Oh, not a chance. I suppose you'll just have to carry me.
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He drapes himself over Iorveth, hardly cognizant of the spend cooling on their skin. Strange; he's always hated the mess that sex makes, always felt especially dirty and disgusting with it on him, but he finds himself unfazed when it's a mess that Iorveth has made.
Teasing: ] Oh, not a chance. I suppose you'll just have to carry me.