[ His preferences. Still a bit of a foreign concept. Astarion is more well acquainted with what he doesn't like than what he does, save for things like 'being close to Iorveth in any way possible'. He's silent for a moment, playing with the waistband of Iorveth's ridiculously garish underwear. The corner of his mouth quirks up, amused. Even handsome in bright purple undies, he thinks. Perhaps Astarion really does have rose-colored glasses on. ]
I'd like for you to squirm as much as possible, I think.
[ A little uncertainty appended to the end, just in case. Astarion can never truly be sure what he'll enjoy and what he'll loathe when it comes to physicality, but he does want to discover it for himself now that he has the freedom to loathe it. He pulls off the borrowed underwear next, leaving Iorveth in only his dagger-torn shirt, and leans in to trace the trail of little bite marks with his tongue and his teeth. ]
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I'd like for you to squirm as much as possible, I think.
[ A little uncertainty appended to the end, just in case. Astarion can never truly be sure what he'll enjoy and what he'll loathe when it comes to physicality, but he does want to discover it for himself now that he has the freedom to loathe it. He pulls off the borrowed underwear next, leaving Iorveth in only his dagger-torn shirt, and leans in to trace the trail of little bite marks with his tongue and his teeth. ]
You would look very handsome squirming.