[ Close, but not close enough. Iorveth shifts on the sheets again, restless, and scratches at the headboard of Gale's ridiculously expensive-looking bed (he really hadn't realized how much money the wizard comes from until now). His cock twitches expectantly in Astarion's palm, almost as if it's eager for the attention.
Embarrassing. The freak in him isn't protesting too much, though, so. Again: all green. ]
You're willing to put a mask on that face?
[ He laugh-sighs, frustration mounting on the planes of his face as he leans in for another nuzzle and misses. Sharp lines made sharper not by irritation, but the obvious sentiment of "I really want to kiss you, fuck."
More impatient self-positioning, as he realizes that he really is at Astarion's mercy. Strangely fun, if he gets over the fact that his entire body suddenly feels too hot. ]
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Embarrassing. The freak in him isn't protesting too much, though, so. Again: all green. ]
You're willing to put a mask on that face?
[ He laugh-sighs, frustration mounting on the planes of his face as he leans in for another nuzzle and misses. Sharp lines made sharper not by irritation, but the obvious sentiment of "I really want to kiss you, fuck."
More impatient self-positioning, as he realizes that he really is at Astarion's mercy. Strangely fun, if he gets over the fact that his entire body suddenly feels too hot. ]