[ In this context, though, Iorveth doesn't mind. No point being coy about the fact that he's jerked it to Astarion more than a few times, during those absent stretches of time when Lae'zel'd commandeered Astarion for missions that took him outside of Elfsong for a few days.
He thinks about those times, humming lightly. ] Mm. What did I think about. [ Not "would", "did". ] Your long legs, definitely. Your cute ass.
[ To the tone of "sue me". ]
Your mouth. Your voice, the way your fangs show when you laugh. The way your skin warms after I touch you. [ He really could go on. He thumbs along Astarion's earlobe, enjoying the softness of it. ] Idle fantasies, harmless and lurid.
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[ In this context, though, Iorveth doesn't mind. No point being coy about the fact that he's jerked it to Astarion more than a few times, during those absent stretches of time when Lae'zel'd commandeered Astarion for missions that took him outside of Elfsong for a few days.
He thinks about those times, humming lightly. ] Mm. What did I think about. [ Not "would", "did". ] Your long legs, definitely. Your cute ass.
[ To the tone of "sue me". ]
Your mouth. Your voice, the way your fangs show when you laugh. The way your skin warms after I touch you. [ He really could go on. He thumbs along Astarion's earlobe, enjoying the softness of it. ] Idle fantasies, harmless and lurid.