[ A stray feeling, here, that Astarion has never negotiated any sort of arrangement before. It makes sense－ Astarion's spent two hundred years living with ultimatums－ and reflecting on it makes Iorveth want to break the hold and pull Astarion into an embrace, but.
They're still playing. Also, Astarion has a dagger in his hand. The best Iorveth can do is communicate with his body language, let the tension bleed completely from his body so that he's a relaxed lump on pillowy down. A wild thing to be doing when, again, the man on top of him is brandishing a very sharp object dangerously close to his vital organs, but it's still all green for Iorveth. ]
Hardly a punishment.
[ Turning his head, lifting his chin to stretch his neck and expose more collarbone. ]
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They're still playing. Also, Astarion has a dagger in his hand. The best Iorveth can do is communicate with his body language, let the tension bleed completely from his body so that he's a relaxed lump on pillowy down. A wild thing to be doing when, again, the man on top of him is brandishing a very sharp object dangerously close to his vital organs, but it's still all green for Iorveth. ]
Hardly a punishment.
[ Turning his head, lifting his chin to stretch his neck and expose more collarbone. ]
As long as you put your mouth on me, I'm content.