[ Iorveth waits, patient, until Astarion delivers his verdict: "if that's what you want". Not exactly an indication of whether Astarion is comfortable with the notion or not. It doesn't help, either, that Iorveth can't tell if the tone being used is one of trepidation or uneasiness.
His brows furrow somewhat. Not irritated, but contemplative. ]
I do want to. [ He finally says, to make it known. ] But not at the expense of your comfort.
[ Iorveth literally just told Astarion that his body is his own. A soft breath, and he runs his hand up all that skin again, enjoying how it goes from cool to warm where his palm settles. ]
no subject
His brows furrow somewhat. Not irritated, but contemplative. ]
I do want to. [ He finally says, to make it known. ] But not at the expense of your comfort.
[ Iorveth literally just told Astarion that his body is his own. A soft breath, and he runs his hand up all that skin again, enjoying how it goes from cool to warm where his palm settles. ]
You feel good all over, regardless.