[ It surprises him how readily Iorveth crawls on top of him, like that's something they do. He would have expected far more hemming and hawing, can Is and are you okays. Iorveth's consideration is one of his best qualities, but sometimes, Astarion does want to play at being normal. Somebody who can just do things like this without having to negotiate.
Astarion isn't really normal, though, so he must admit that it feels overwhelming to have somebody's body looming over his for the first time in a long time. For all his talk of ravishing, he isn't quite so bold when it comes down to it. He has to ground himself to the here and now to avoid slipping into the past; pressing his nose against Iorveth's hair, he inhales, taking in his most favorite scent of his most favorite person. Earthy, warm, with a hint of jasmine. No one who ever crawled atop him before ever smelled so good. Mostly, they just stank of alcohol.
Soothed by the familiarity of the smell, he lets his body relax bit by bit, sinking into Gale's ridiculously soft mattress and splaying out his fingers between Iorveth's shoulder blades, a little possessive. A tiger can't change his stripes. ]
You can have me. I'm all yours.
[ It's the sort of thing he'd never, ever say to another soul in any sort of sincerity, but saying it now to Iorveth, his voice drips with genuine affection. ]
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Astarion isn't really normal, though, so he must admit that it feels overwhelming to have somebody's body looming over his for the first time in a long time. For all his talk of ravishing, he isn't quite so bold when it comes down to it. He has to ground himself to the here and now to avoid slipping into the past; pressing his nose against Iorveth's hair, he inhales, taking in his most favorite scent of his most favorite person. Earthy, warm, with a hint of jasmine. No one who ever crawled atop him before ever smelled so good. Mostly, they just stank of alcohol.
Soothed by the familiarity of the smell, he lets his body relax bit by bit, sinking into Gale's ridiculously soft mattress and splaying out his fingers between Iorveth's shoulder blades, a little possessive. A tiger can't change his stripes. ]
You can have me. I'm all yours.
[ It's the sort of thing he'd never, ever say to another soul in any sort of sincerity, but saying it now to Iorveth, his voice drips with genuine affection. ]