[ Astarion spent centuries unable to say 'no'; it's his favorite word now, but one he never wants to utter to Iorveth. Iorveth has been given just as shit a run of it as he has, and he deserves everything good in this world to make up for it. Astarion reaches out to tug Iorveth down onto the bed, pulling him close so that they can be bare chest to bare chest, beating heart to unbeating heart. ]
You lovely man.
[ He lets a hand snake under Iorveth's arm and onto his back, gently working out the knots there after a long night of work. ]
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[ Astarion spent centuries unable to say 'no'; it's his favorite word now, but one he never wants to utter to Iorveth. Iorveth has been given just as shit a run of it as he has, and he deserves everything good in this world to make up for it. Astarion reaches out to tug Iorveth down onto the bed, pulling him close so that they can be bare chest to bare chest, beating heart to unbeating heart. ]
You lovely man.
[ He lets a hand snake under Iorveth's arm and onto his back, gently working out the knots there after a long night of work. ]
Tell me how to spoil you.