[ Pulled onto the bed, Iorveth waits for their positions to flip―
―and feels heartsick when it doesn't, when Astarion allows him to stay where he is, weight bearing down on Astarion's chest, pinning him without compromise onto the mattress. Iorveth is aware of the thorny shield that Cazador has forced Astarion to make around the concept of intimacy, how another warm body was made to be something to grit one's teeth and bear instead of enjoy; to be permitted something that Iorveth knows Astarion finds invasive is...
...well, it's huge. He almost misses the verbal addendum entirely, but it, too, is as sweet as the gesture, and it makes him heartsick all over again as he rolls onto his semi-side (as grateful as he is for the trust, having an oversized man fully crushing you is never comfortable) and gathers Astarion to his chest, curling around him with protective limbs and posture. ]
Only you would think so, [ he finally replies. ] But I only wish you to think so of me.
[ Like. What virtues. But also, if Astarion sees them, that's all he needs.
He presses kisses to Astarion's hair, his temple, his cheek. ]
My beloved. ...Not a single thing about you is "awful". [ If they're going to talk about things they're caught on. ]
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―and feels heartsick when it doesn't, when Astarion allows him to stay where he is, weight bearing down on Astarion's chest, pinning him without compromise onto the mattress. Iorveth is aware of the thorny shield that Cazador has forced Astarion to make around the concept of intimacy, how another warm body was made to be something to grit one's teeth and bear instead of enjoy; to be permitted something that Iorveth knows Astarion finds invasive is...
...well, it's huge. He almost misses the verbal addendum entirely, but it, too, is as sweet as the gesture, and it makes him heartsick all over again as he rolls onto his semi-side (as grateful as he is for the trust, having an oversized man fully crushing you is never comfortable) and gathers Astarion to his chest, curling around him with protective limbs and posture. ]
Only you would think so, [ he finally replies. ] But I only wish you to think so of me.
[ Like. What virtues. But also, if Astarion sees them, that's all he needs.
He presses kisses to Astarion's hair, his temple, his cheek. ]
My beloved. ...Not a single thing about you is "awful". [ If they're going to talk about things they're caught on. ]