[ Iorveth doesn't expect sex to be on the table, but if it's something Astarion wants to do, far be it for him to not enjoy it. For a given value of enjoying, when the steadily mounting frustration of not being able to touch or reciprocate is fraying his nerves. Not one to sit back and just idly take anything, especially not pleasure.
His bent knee settles back onto the duvet, tacitly permitting Astarion to do as he likes. Gale's trousers sit low on his high hips, the difference in their builds evident in small details. He laugh-sighs, amused and exasperated. ]
You truly have no idea how much of my mind you occupy.
[ Probably a good thing, that Astarion doesn't know. Iorveth shifts, a little restless with his hands still held above his head, the thin cuts that Astarion made itching a bit now that the initial pain has receded. ]
Fine. Ruin me.
[ "You're the one that will have to deal with me" is implied. ]
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His bent knee settles back onto the duvet, tacitly permitting Astarion to do as he likes. Gale's trousers sit low on his high hips, the difference in their builds evident in small details. He laugh-sighs, amused and exasperated. ]
You truly have no idea how much of my mind you occupy.
[ Probably a good thing, that Astarion doesn't know. Iorveth shifts, a little restless with his hands still held above his head, the thin cuts that Astarion made itching a bit now that the initial pain has receded. ]
Fine. Ruin me.
[ "You're the one that will have to deal with me" is implied. ]