[ He once let Iorveth suck him off in a public dressing room, so it's not like Astarion gives a shit about having a romantic setting, but he runs his hand through Iorveth's hair, conceding. It's not like he's against rolling around in Gale's soft, luxurious guest bed.
Warmly: ] What my love wants, my love gets.
[ He should bristle at the gall of being told what to do in any situation even nearing intimate, but he finds it doesn't irritate the way he would expect. Perhaps because, unlike in the past, he knows that 'no' would be an accepted response. Even now, after getting Iorveth naked and putting him in a humiliating situation and making him dig through Gale's things, he could refuse and Iorveth would let him. Odd, how it's only when he has the right to say 'no' that he ever wants to say 'yes'.
Astarion leans down to press an enthusiastic kiss to Iorveth's mouth, fingers still tangled in all of that dark hair, before peeling himself away to bound up the stairs two at a time. In a very cool, chill way. ]
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Warmly: ] What my love wants, my love gets.
[ He should bristle at the gall of being told what to do in any situation even nearing intimate, but he finds it doesn't irritate the way he would expect. Perhaps because, unlike in the past, he knows that 'no' would be an accepted response. Even now, after getting Iorveth naked and putting him in a humiliating situation and making him dig through Gale's things, he could refuse and Iorveth would let him. Odd, how it's only when he has the right to say 'no' that he ever wants to say 'yes'.
Astarion leans down to press an enthusiastic kiss to Iorveth's mouth, fingers still tangled in all of that dark hair, before peeling himself away to bound up the stairs two at a time. In a very cool, chill way. ]