[ Sweat usually disgusts him, but he finds himself struck with the desire to lick it off of Iorveth. He's really too far gone.
He lets his hands wander, scratching up Iorveth's back like a feral animal. It's difficult to believe that this is the same person who'd staunchly kept a polite two-inch distance between them the first night they shared a bed. Astarion hadn't even wanted him then, at least not in any sort of conscious way, and when he finally did he had burned with shame. The burn he feels is entirely different now.
Another spark behind his eyes, more like fireworks now. Iorveth rubs against a place inside that sends electricity all the way up his spine, and he lets out a strangled sort of sound that he's not sure he's ever made before. It's wonderful. It's agonizing. ]
My love— fuck.
[ A long drag of his nails down Iorveth's back, and: ] For the love of the gods, touch me.
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He lets his hands wander, scratching up Iorveth's back like a feral animal. It's difficult to believe that this is the same person who'd staunchly kept a polite two-inch distance between them the first night they shared a bed. Astarion hadn't even wanted him then, at least not in any sort of conscious way, and when he finally did he had burned with shame. The burn he feels is entirely different now.
Another spark behind his eyes, more like fireworks now. Iorveth rubs against a place inside that sends electricity all the way up his spine, and he lets out a strangled sort of sound that he's not sure he's ever made before. It's wonderful. It's agonizing. ]
My love— fuck.
[ A long drag of his nails down Iorveth's back, and: ] For the love of the gods, touch me.
[ A little rude, but it gets the job done. ]