[ Again: finally. The part of Iorveth that should be embarrassed by obvious displays of desperate affection are effectively silenced, and all that's left of him is the animal hindbrain that makes him lick up into Astarion's mouth to taste the remnants of his own blood still left between Astarion's teeth. The feeling is intimate and immediate; it's also filthy and messy, all desire and no finesse. Feral, hungry, unhinged.
It's also the thing Iorveth needed, to fall over the precipice he'd been flirting with. No doubt most people would find it strange that kissing, of all things, is what finally makes Iorveth's already sex-stupid mind go completely blank, but it's what does it for him: a choked moan mid-kiss is Astarion's only warning before Iorveth spills all over Astarion's hand, hands still linked over his head and hips lifted an inch from the soft cushioning of their now-wrinkled sheets. He shudders a few times, stubbornly refusing to pull away from where their mouths are still pressed together, obstinate even mid-orgasm and after it, when his limbs go limp and his knee falls down from where it'd hiked up.
Ruined. Iorveth tips his head to the side to breathe, single green eye glazed and foggy from exertion. ]
Fuck, [ for the millionth time. Very articulate. ] You feel so good.
[ Belatedly. Also, just in general. The handjob was amazing, of course, but the sentiment is more all-inclusive: "being with you is so good". ]
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It's also the thing Iorveth needed, to fall over the precipice he'd been flirting with. No doubt most people would find it strange that kissing, of all things, is what finally makes Iorveth's already sex-stupid mind go completely blank, but it's what does it for him: a choked moan mid-kiss is Astarion's only warning before Iorveth spills all over Astarion's hand, hands still linked over his head and hips lifted an inch from the soft cushioning of their now-wrinkled sheets. He shudders a few times, stubbornly refusing to pull away from where their mouths are still pressed together, obstinate even mid-orgasm and after it, when his limbs go limp and his knee falls down from where it'd hiked up.
Ruined. Iorveth tips his head to the side to breathe, single green eye glazed and foggy from exertion. ]
Fuck, [ for the millionth time. Very articulate. ] You feel so good.
[ Belatedly. Also, just in general. The handjob was amazing, of course, but the sentiment is more all-inclusive: "being with you is so good". ]