[ Astarion's head pops off Iorveth's shoulder with such speed that it would be comical, were he in any position to find anything comical right now. He isn't. It sounds an awful lot like Iorveth is trying to break things off--'temporarily'--less than an hour after Astarion had his hand on his cock and his spend on his tongue. Gods, if he weren't dead, he could die of embarrassment.
It's lucky they no longer have tadpoles, because if Iorveth were able to see inside his mind, he would see Astarion kicking and screaming like the least mature 200-something this world has ever seen. Although he's unskilled with anything resembling 'coping with unpleasantness', he's at least become slightly more skilled at behaving as if he isn't internally throwing a tantrum. A long pause passes, wherein he wades through the bog of distress in his mind to form a sentence. It's a little snippy. ]
I suppose I can't tell you what to do outside the bedroom.
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It's lucky they no longer have tadpoles, because if Iorveth were able to see inside his mind, he would see Astarion kicking and screaming like the least mature 200-something this world has ever seen. Although he's unskilled with anything resembling 'coping with unpleasantness', he's at least become slightly more skilled at behaving as if he isn't internally throwing a tantrum. A long pause passes, wherein he wades through the bog of distress in his mind to form a sentence. It's a little snippy. ]
I suppose I can't tell you what to do outside the bedroom.