[ A bit of an eyeroll at all of that, though it still sits firmly in the realm of fond. It feels impossible for anyone to want to inhabit the confines of his mind― no doubt an unpleasant, blood-stained place to be― and the bit about being inside him, well.
That's also pretty unbelievable too, honestly. But Iorveth doesn't say so, and reciprocates the sentiment behind the given laugh by hauling Astarion up and half on top of him again, coaxing Astarion's face against his neck. ]
Thoughts in my head, teeth in my neck.
[ Coyly. He ruins it, though, by adding on: ]
Your pretty cock in whichever part of me it wishes to be in.
[ Very crass. Manners, etc. Iorveth chuckles, and presses his filthy mouth to Astarion's hair. ]
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That's also pretty unbelievable too, honestly. But Iorveth doesn't say so, and reciprocates the sentiment behind the given laugh by hauling Astarion up and half on top of him again, coaxing Astarion's face against his neck. ]
Thoughts in my head, teeth in my neck.
[ Coyly. He ruins it, though, by adding on: ]
Your pretty cock in whichever part of me it wishes to be in.
[ Very crass. Manners, etc. Iorveth chuckles, and presses his filthy mouth to Astarion's hair. ]