[ Astarion hates the idea of Iorveth ever begging for mercy. He's been there before, and he knows how absolutely pathetic it made him feel. Like he was nothing but dirt beneath Cazador's feet. He only ever wants to hear Iorveth beg for things he wants from here on.
He angles his head away from Iorveth's lips, tsk-ing. As enjoyable as it is, it would be more enjoyable to watch Iorveth squirm. ]
Bad boy, [ he teases, impish. If Iorveth wants to be denied, he'll be denied.
As his hand meets Iorveth's rocking, grip a little more intentional now, he says, casually, ] Perhaps we should celebrate Fey Day while we're here. A lot could happen at a masquerade.
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He angles his head away from Iorveth's lips, tsk-ing. As enjoyable as it is, it would be more enjoyable to watch Iorveth squirm. ]
Bad boy, [ he teases, impish. If Iorveth wants to be denied, he'll be denied.
As his hand meets Iorveth's rocking, grip a little more intentional now, he says, casually, ] Perhaps we should celebrate Fey Day while we're here. A lot could happen at a masquerade.