[ 'Beloved', his most favorite word. Happy butterflies flutter in his stomach, warm affection radiating out of him. How could Iorveth ever consider himself undesirable when Astarion could probably get off to the mere sound of his voice calling him sweet names? He thinks he could stay here forever, listening to Iorveth's desperate groans and savoring the jerks of his hips, but even he isn't so cruel as to deny Iorveth for that long.
A gentle squeeze to Iorveth's erection during his downward stroke, and: ] Only because you beg so sweetly.
[ He can't believe that anyone ever ignored Iorveth's pleas. Rotten, wretched creatures. Iorveth will never beg again, he thinks, without getting what he asked for. Astarion licks into his open mouth, tongue sliding against Iorveth's as he considers that it's been a tenday or perhaps more since they last kissed in this way. The inside of Iorveth's mouth feels hot in a stirring way, just enough on the side of 'too much', and he sighs into it, soft and pleased. ]
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A gentle squeeze to Iorveth's erection during his downward stroke, and: ] Only because you beg so sweetly.
[ He can't believe that anyone ever ignored Iorveth's pleas. Rotten, wretched creatures. Iorveth will never beg again, he thinks, without getting what he asked for. Astarion licks into his open mouth, tongue sliding against Iorveth's as he considers that it's been a tenday or perhaps more since they last kissed in this way. The inside of Iorveth's mouth feels hot in a stirring way, just enough on the side of 'too much', and he sighs into it, soft and pleased. ]