[ It's good to watch Astarion sprawl. Iorveth makes a mental note to get him another indoors robe to lounge in, because― freaky as he thinks he is― Iorveth would still choose Astarion looking snug and comfortable over lounging around naked and in thigh-high boots.

Which isn't to say that he wouldn't like seeing the latter, too. A snort, and Iorveth reaches over to comb fingers through silver hair. ]

You could do that now, though I'd doubt it'd be interesting. [ It's quite literally just his cock and his hand. Not fine art. ] The novelty of the tadpole would have been being able to see me thinking of you throughout.

[ Iorveth's rather expansive Astarion Fantasy Bank. Fun for him, probably not so much for Astarion. ]