[ Yes, holding hands still feels dirtier than any deviant thing he's ever done. It's so intimate. Emotionally. Gods, the thought would fluster him if he thought about it too long. And, yes, maybe Iorveth has unlocked a heretofore unknown—a heretofore unthinkable—love of cuddling. Perhaps he's found that he quite likes chaste touch, when it's the right person doing it.
But it's very offensive for Iorveth to act as if he isn't even a little bit depraved. If Iorveth were to be believed, one would think he's downright vanilla.
He flops back on the mattress, limbs sprawled out lazily. ]
Or I could have watched you touch yourself through your eyes.
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But it's very offensive for Iorveth to act as if he isn't even a little bit depraved. If Iorveth were to be believed, one would think he's downright vanilla.
He flops back on the mattress, limbs sprawled out lazily. ]
Or I could have watched you touch yourself through your eyes.
[ You know, after all the cuddling stuff. ]