[ Astarion might like if he struggled a little, but this is undernegotiated as it is, and Astarion has never heard of a safe word before in his life, so he doesn't say so. Instead, he closes his palm over Iorveth's linked wrists, leaning his weight into his hand in lieu of actual strength. Iorveth's hands sink a little lower into that soft pillow, the silky pillowcase crinkling.
Iorveth is treading dangerously, allowing a crazed vampire the freedom to mete out 'whatever punishment'. Then again, he's been treading dangerously since the first moment he let Astarion kiss him, or perhaps even before that, when he first let Astarion bite him. Hells, he started treading dangerously when he decided not to sneak into Astarion's tent at night and stake him in the heart.
Astarion laughs, an amused exhale under his breath. ]
You struggle so little that one might think you want the rod.
[ He wouldn't mind. You don't become involved with a freak without expecting some freakiness. ]
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Iorveth is treading dangerously, allowing a crazed vampire the freedom to mete out 'whatever punishment'. Then again, he's been treading dangerously since the first moment he let Astarion kiss him, or perhaps even before that, when he first let Astarion bite him. Hells, he started treading dangerously when he decided not to sneak into Astarion's tent at night and stake him in the heart.
Astarion laughs, an amused exhale under his breath. ]
You struggle so little that one might think you want the rod.
[ He wouldn't mind. You don't become involved with a freak without expecting some freakiness. ]
Or was it the blade you wanted?