[ It's Iorveth's turn to melt, now. Utterly boneless, defenseless and unguarded against Astarion's chest as he lets Astarion maneuver him however he pleases. For a terrible second, he realizes that this is what being spoiled must feel like, but he brushes that moment of recognition aside; it feels too nice to pass up, especially since Astarion wasn't wrong in pointing out that they could lose this all in a matter of hours.
Pliant and pleasantly warm, Iorveth nuzzles against Astarion's jaw. ]
Mm. You do love the sound of your own voice. [ A brief laugh, almost inaudible. ] I'll amend the details of my dream.
[ A sigh, this time. Content. Astarion, he murmurs, speaking his companion's name just for the sake of it, just because he can. ]
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Pliant and pleasantly warm, Iorveth nuzzles against Astarion's jaw. ]
Mm. You do love the sound of your own voice. [ A brief laugh, almost inaudible. ] I'll amend the details of my dream.
[ A sigh, this time. Content. Astarion, he murmurs, speaking his companion's name just for the sake of it, just because he can. ]