[ Iorveth has to come down from his orgasm, and Astarion has to come down from the overwhelming feeling of power. His hand slows then stops entirely before he lifts it to lick up the mess Iorveth made on his palm. The taste of spend typically disgusts him, but something that comes from Iorveth could never repulse him; it's different somehow, like how everything is different with Iorveth. ]
Who knew my little fox could be so obedient?
[ Not him, that's for sure. He takes each of Iorveth's wrists in his hands, grip gentle and loose as he brings them down. One of them gets brought to his mouth, and his lips graze each knuckle before he turns it over and presses his mouth to Iorveth's palm, fangs scraping lightly. It's reverent, appreciative. ]
The memory of that will certainly sustain me through our travels.
[ Translation: oh yeah, that's going in the spank bank. ]
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Who knew my little fox could be so obedient?
[ Not him, that's for sure. He takes each of Iorveth's wrists in his hands, grip gentle and loose as he brings them down. One of them gets brought to his mouth, and his lips graze each knuckle before he turns it over and presses his mouth to Iorveth's palm, fangs scraping lightly. It's reverent, appreciative. ]
The memory of that will certainly sustain me through our travels.
[ Translation: oh yeah, that's going in the spank bank. ]