[ Very spoiled!!! But seeing Astarion want things inspires more cute aggression than anything else, so Iorveth obliges with skin-on-skin contact for a few brief seconds, keeping his own roiling need under check to indulge in giving Astarion more attention. Predictably, someone as beautiful as Astarion is still mind-bogglingly pretty, even with fingers in his mouth.
More slow petting, more tangling of fingers against tongue, and Iorveth suddenly withdraws. Not entirely, of course－ he's still hovering above Astarion, shifting on his knees for balance－ but the hands retreat, and reach sideways for the hard-earned bottle of oil that he'd ruined his relationship with Tara to acquire.
It's a check-in moment. A silent "you're still okay with all this?", written into the slight hike of his brow, shimmering with beading sweat; he sits up to pour some of the container's contents onto one palm, warming it with his body heat. His free hand moves to tug Astarion's underwear down and past his knees. ]
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More slow petting, more tangling of fingers against tongue, and Iorveth suddenly withdraws. Not entirely, of course－ he's still hovering above Astarion, shifting on his knees for balance－ but the hands retreat, and reach sideways for the hard-earned bottle of oil that he'd ruined his relationship with Tara to acquire.
It's a check-in moment. A silent "you're still okay with all this?", written into the slight hike of his brow, shimmering with beading sweat; he sits up to pour some of the container's contents onto one palm, warming it with his body heat. His free hand moves to tug Astarion's underwear down and past his knees. ]