[ Adorable. He likes watching Iorveth squirm as much as he'd thought he would. Whatever negative things Iorveth might say about his appearance, he looks like an angel right now, long limbs spread out across Gale's fancy guest bed, erection a comfortable weight in the palm of Astarion's hand. He still doesn't believe in things like soulmates, but sometimes, when he's feeling particularly sentimental, it does feel like Iorveth's body was designed to fit perfectly against his. ]
Why not? It can be exhausting being this beautiful.
[ He grins, thumb running down to gently circle the sensitive head of Iorveth's cock, a featherlight touch. It's not his typical way to be so lackadaisical with intimacy; his habit is rough efficiency, getting his partner to release as quickly as possible, but he doesn't mind spending longer than is strictly necessary touching Iorveth. ]
Is there anything you'd like to ask me?
[ Iorveth should have never encouraged him to do this. He's unbearable. ]
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Why not? It can be exhausting being this beautiful.
[ He grins, thumb running down to gently circle the sensitive head of Iorveth's cock, a featherlight touch. It's not his typical way to be so lackadaisical with intimacy; his habit is rough efficiency, getting his partner to release as quickly as possible, but he doesn't mind spending longer than is strictly necessary touching Iorveth. ]
Is there anything you'd like to ask me?
[ Iorveth should have never encouraged him to do this. He's unbearable. ]