[ Even more cute aggression. Iorveth could eat that raw, strung-out sound right out of Astarion's mouth. It gets him closer to his own inevitable edge, still rutting and stroking even after Astarion finishes; when he finally crashes into his own orgasm, tensing and shaking with the effort, he buries his own drawn-out exhale into the crook of Astarion's neck.
Dizzying. Iorveth feels like someone hit him in the head with a mallet, but in the best way. His back hurts from the scratching, his neck feels sore from being bitten, and he's pretty sure he has heel-shaped bruises forming near his hips. It's perfect. The sex itself is amazing, obviously, but it's all the peripheral details that make it worth anything at all. Astarion-shaped everythings all over his body.
Instead of rolling off, Iorveth sinks his weight on top of Astarion for a few seconds, letting him drink in the limp afterglow of post-sex fuzziness. His messy hand wriggles from between their sandwiched bodies, licked clean briefly before landing on a handtowel that Iorveth'd thought to bring with the bottle of oil.
He nuzzles Astarion again― an unruly fox with a penchant for rubbing against his favorite person. To his credit, he finally pulls out, taking care not to make too much friction in the process. ]
My beloved, [ he hums. ] ...So that's a "yes" to "you're the sweetest creature in all the realms".
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Dizzying. Iorveth feels like someone hit him in the head with a mallet, but in the best way. His back hurts from the scratching, his neck feels sore from being bitten, and he's pretty sure he has heel-shaped bruises forming near his hips. It's perfect. The sex itself is amazing, obviously, but it's all the peripheral details that make it worth anything at all. Astarion-shaped everythings all over his body.
Instead of rolling off, Iorveth sinks his weight on top of Astarion for a few seconds, letting him drink in the limp afterglow of post-sex fuzziness. His messy hand wriggles from between their sandwiched bodies, licked clean briefly before landing on a handtowel that Iorveth'd thought to bring with the bottle of oil.
He nuzzles Astarion again― an unruly fox with a penchant for rubbing against his favorite person. To his credit, he finally pulls out, taking care not to make too much friction in the process. ]
My beloved, [ he hums. ] ...So that's a "yes" to "you're the sweetest creature in all the realms".
[ Teasing!!! ]