[ Cat-friendly shampoo (presumably for Tara; the word "cat" has a line through it on the label for politeness' sake), bath salts, beard lotion. Iorveth looks up from where he's now crouched back down again, turning the washroom cabinets inside out, and feels just the faintest twitch of interest mounting between his legs at the sight of Astarion leaning with his long limbs stretched like an offer.
Gods, he really is so pretty. A frustrated half-sigh, and Iorveth cranes his neck to kiss along Astarion's still-clothed leg, biting his calf through the fabric of his soft trousers. ]
Go back up to our room, [ he suggests, nosing along the bend of Astarion's knee. ] I want you in bed.
[ Blindly rummaging for what feels like vials, he finally curls his fingers around something labeled "Jasmine bath oil", half-empty but enough. A note to self: buy some more lubricant for later. ]
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Gods, he really is so pretty. A frustrated half-sigh, and Iorveth cranes his neck to kiss along Astarion's still-clothed leg, biting his calf through the fabric of his soft trousers. ]
Go back up to our room, [ he suggests, nosing along the bend of Astarion's knee. ] I want you in bed.
[ Blindly rummaging for what feels like vials, he finally curls his fingers around something labeled "Jasmine bath oil", half-empty but enough. A note to self: buy some more lubricant for later. ]