[ 500% on-board with ravishing Astarion, but also committed to making Astarion comfortable: the duality of Iorveth. He watches as his very lovely vampire scurries (sexily) (?) up the stairs and disappears behind the entrance to their bedroom, and follows suit after making sure that the contents of the vial he's found will suffice for what he wants to do.
It will. Iorveth reappears again a minute later, smelling faintly of jasmine as he approaches the bed and beelines for Astarion, wasting no time. A novelty, being the one to crawl on top of Astarion and corral him－ Iorveth trusts Astarion enough to speak up if the position makes him uncomfortable, so he doesn't second-guess the action this time around, and slides up along Astarion's body with obvious purpose. The vial settles on a pillow for easy access. ]
You do inspire something mad in me.
[ Self-aware, at least. Pressing his mouth to Astarion's jaw, he shifts for a handful of Astarion's waist, his too-warm fingertips making gentle indents in pale skin. ]
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It will. Iorveth reappears again a minute later, smelling faintly of jasmine as he approaches the bed and beelines for Astarion, wasting no time. A novelty, being the one to crawl on top of Astarion and corral him－ Iorveth trusts Astarion enough to speak up if the position makes him uncomfortable, so he doesn't second-guess the action this time around, and slides up along Astarion's body with obvious purpose. The vial settles on a pillow for easy access. ]
You do inspire something mad in me.
[ Self-aware, at least. Pressing his mouth to Astarion's jaw, he shifts for a handful of Astarion's waist, his too-warm fingertips making gentle indents in pale skin. ]
The more I touch you, the more I want of you.
[ Like Astarion said: deranged. ]