[ Kissing. How innocent. What are they, adolescents? Astarion staunchly ignores the fact that this makes him pout a little, because, well, he enjoys being kissed, so this is like a punishment for him, too.
Still, he does as instructed — it's funny, but not particularly out of character, that Iorveth is the one telling Astarion what to tell him to do (or not do, in this case). He bites his way back up Iorveth's torso, which is beginning to look like he got in an altercation with some sort of fanged animal, settling on his side once he's made his way up to nipping at his sharp jawline. His palm splays out across Iorveth's abdomen, fingers cold but quickly warming to meet Iorveth's temperature. ]
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Still, he does as instructed — it's funny, but not particularly out of character, that Iorveth is the one telling Astarion what to tell him to do (or not do, in this case). He bites his way back up Iorveth's torso, which is beginning to look like he got in an altercation with some sort of fanged animal, settling on his side once he's made his way up to nipping at his sharp jawline. His palm splays out across Iorveth's abdomen, fingers cold but quickly warming to meet Iorveth's temperature. ]
Not even if you beg?