[ Perhaps other people would find Astarion's uncertainty irritating, if they were heartless enough. But Iorveth has also been under the knifepoint of other people's abuse, and he knows what it feels like to react violently to things that would otherwise be unremarkable to others.
So he relaxes his posture and bends forward, kissing Astarion again with his still-bloodstained mouth. Affectionate. ]
You could ask my prick, [ he finally replies, keeping it light. With the hand that isn't slick with oil, he guides Astarion's touch down and onto his very obvious, very interested erection, straining comically between his legs. Probably not very sexy at all, but the point is to make Astarion smile.
A hum, and he slots their hips together, with Astarion's knees spread and his own body nestled between them. ]
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So he relaxes his posture and bends forward, kissing Astarion again with his still-bloodstained mouth. Affectionate. ]
You could ask my prick, [ he finally replies, keeping it light. With the hand that isn't slick with oil, he guides Astarion's touch down and onto his very obvious, very interested erection, straining comically between his legs. Probably not very sexy at all, but the point is to make Astarion smile.
A hum, and he slots their hips together, with Astarion's knees spread and his own body nestled between them. ]
Gods, I want you desperately.