[ Iorveth wasn't lying: Astarion does feel good all over. Smooth, cool skin stark against Iorveth's scar-mapped, tan skin, soft curls tickling against Iorveth's ruined jaw. The compulsion to swallow Astarion whole wells up again, even though he has no way of actually managing it― instead, he goes for the next best thing, which is to crush their lips together and kiss that taunt out of Astarion's mouth while he grips both of their lengths with his oil-wet hand and starts moving, slick and dizzyingly filthy.
Just a prelude. Iorveth intends to make good on his promise to fuck Astarion (not actually an altruistic thing; it's his sex brain that says that he really, really, really wants to), but he can't help himself from wanting to touch every bit of Astarion that he can manage before he drives himself insane with need. It's only once he knows that it's not just the oil making the slide easier, and once his nerves start officially fraying at their seams, that Iorveth stops to breathe through his teeth, trailing messy fingers further down to rub the flat of his middle over Astarion's still-tight entrance.
He must be scalding against Astarion's cold body. Pulse roaring, breath fragmenting. His pupils are a bit blown; the only thing reflected in his forest-green eye is Astarion. ]
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Just a prelude. Iorveth intends to make good on his promise to fuck Astarion (not actually an altruistic thing; it's his sex brain that says that he really, really, really wants to), but he can't help himself from wanting to touch every bit of Astarion that he can manage before he drives himself insane with need. It's only once he knows that it's not just the oil making the slide easier, and once his nerves start officially fraying at their seams, that Iorveth stops to breathe through his teeth, trailing messy fingers further down to rub the flat of his middle over Astarion's still-tight entrance.
He must be scalding against Astarion's cold body. Pulse roaring, breath fragmenting. His pupils are a bit blown; the only thing reflected in his forest-green eye is Astarion. ]
Bite me.
[ He murmurs, forehead to forehead. ]