[ Iorveth, perpetually aware of their vaguely unhealthy relationship dynamic. Astarion, absolutely not giving a shit.
His lips meet Iorveth's enthusiastically, kiss firm and emphatic like he thinks he might be able to press Iorveth into the mattress with his kisses if he tries hard enough. He does love pinning Iorveth down with his weight so that he can't go anywhere. Is it toxic to like physically trapping your boyfriend so that he can't leave you? It's not like Astarion is going to stop, so the answer really doesn't matter. ]
By who?
[ Another kiss to the tip of his nose. ]
Not that I don't love your influence, of course.
[ But, you know, Iorveth is shockingly permissive of his bad behaviors. ]
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His lips meet Iorveth's enthusiastically, kiss firm and emphatic like he thinks he might be able to press Iorveth into the mattress with his kisses if he tries hard enough. He does love pinning Iorveth down with his weight so that he can't go anywhere. Is it toxic to like physically trapping your boyfriend so that he can't leave you? It's not like Astarion is going to stop, so the answer really doesn't matter. ]
By who?
[ Another kiss to the tip of his nose. ]
Not that I don't love your influence, of course.
[ But, you know, Iorveth is shockingly permissive of his bad behaviors. ]