[ Freaks, as far as the eye can see. Iorveth laughs into the small of Astarion's back, mouth still pressed to all that appealing skin. ]
No more teaching me manners, I take it.
[ You can take a fox out of the forest, etc. More shimmying, and Iorveth sits up to survey Astarion more properly again, running a hand over the places that he's kissed, pressing fingertips lightly into pressure points to work tension out of lithe muscles. They're been doing a lot of walking lately, not to mention all the uncomfortable positions they've been pulled into by rope and restraints; a bit of massaging might do Astarion a world of good.
His thumbs frame Astarion's spine and drag up along it, over scars and lovebites. A few passes of that, and he dips back down again to reward his sweet cat for staying still, littering kisses onto the nape of his neck, the shapely outline of his shoulderblades. ]
What is it about you, I wonder. [ Low, amused. ] I've never craved touch before, not even as a younger elf with less troubles.
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No more teaching me manners, I take it.
[ You can take a fox out of the forest, etc. More shimmying, and Iorveth sits up to survey Astarion more properly again, running a hand over the places that he's kissed, pressing fingertips lightly into pressure points to work tension out of lithe muscles. They're been doing a lot of walking lately, not to mention all the uncomfortable positions they've been pulled into by rope and restraints; a bit of massaging might do Astarion a world of good.
His thumbs frame Astarion's spine and drag up along it, over scars and lovebites. A few passes of that, and he dips back down again to reward his sweet cat for staying still, littering kisses onto the nape of his neck, the shapely outline of his shoulderblades. ]
What is it about you, I wonder. [ Low, amused. ] I've never craved touch before, not even as a younger elf with less troubles.