[ He absolutely was not paying attention to any word Iorveth said after 'if you wish it'. Why bother? He already heard what he wanted to hear: a concession.
Astarion kisses the sharp angle of Iorveth's jaw, intimate but without any heat behind it save for the warmth of fondness and affection. He kisses Iorveth's high cheekbone next, then the corner of his eye. Touching for the sake of touching, kissing for the sake of kissing. Things he never thought he'd be able to enjoy, much less things he ever thought he'd feel the urge to do. ]
Are you going to start saying 'no' to me, darling?
[ Ha. He better not. Astarion has spent a lifetime hearing nothing but 'no'. Iorveth's 'yes'es are the sweetest sound he's ever heard. ]
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Astarion kisses the sharp angle of Iorveth's jaw, intimate but without any heat behind it save for the warmth of fondness and affection. He kisses Iorveth's high cheekbone next, then the corner of his eye. Touching for the sake of touching, kissing for the sake of kissing. Things he never thought he'd be able to enjoy, much less things he ever thought he'd feel the urge to do. ]
Are you going to start saying 'no' to me, darling?
[ Ha. He better not. Astarion has spent a lifetime hearing nothing but 'no'. Iorveth's 'yes'es are the sweetest sound he's ever heard. ]