[ Oh, threaten him with a good time. Astarion rakes nails against his skin and says I'll kill you, and impossibly, it makes Iorveth laugh. ]
Wouldn't that be something.
[ It would be terrible, actually, but sex brain says that Astarion wanting him enough to want to kill him is very romantic, so. The fingers retract, their heat replaced by the more obvious, more substantial heat of his cock as Iorveth starts to push in, his weight against Astarion's chest and his hand hiking Astarion's thigh up to slot their hips more closely together.
Immediately overwhelming. Iorveth forgets to breathe for a few seconds; his brain stutters, stops. When it kicks back into gear, he can only think in adjectives― tight, warm, good― and he almost says them out loud with his next exhale, but it winds up being a shuddering moan instead. It gets the point across, hopefully.
He stills, grinds, then rolls his hips back an inch. Slow friction, trying not to be too aggressive right out of the gate. He combs one hand through Astarion's hair, petting him slowly in time to the barely-there rhythm he's starting. ]
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Wouldn't that be something.
[ It would be terrible, actually, but sex brain says that Astarion wanting him enough to want to kill him is very romantic, so. The fingers retract, their heat replaced by the more obvious, more substantial heat of his cock as Iorveth starts to push in, his weight against Astarion's chest and his hand hiking Astarion's thigh up to slot their hips more closely together.
Immediately overwhelming. Iorveth forgets to breathe for a few seconds; his brain stutters, stops. When it kicks back into gear, he can only think in adjectives― tight, warm, good― and he almost says them out loud with his next exhale, but it winds up being a shuddering moan instead. It gets the point across, hopefully.
He stills, grinds, then rolls his hips back an inch. Slow friction, trying not to be too aggressive right out of the gate. He combs one hand through Astarion's hair, petting him slowly in time to the barely-there rhythm he's starting. ]
Say the word, and I won't hold back.