[ A reciprocal huff, indicating that he left out the more obviously lurid things on purpose. Iorveth is certainly no prude about sex or physical intimacy, but Astarion has had two centuries of being regarded in those terms; Iorveth is still cautious about painting him with that well-used brush.
The mention of his fingers are nice, though. His lips quirk up, and the idle touch along one pointed ear glides up, back into soft curls and then down along the outline of Astarion's cheek, pressing bow-shaped calluses to smooth skin. ]
You do seem to like being pet. [ His voice lilts, affection bleeding into the teasing. ] My sweet cat.
[ Tracing under Astarion's bottom lip, feeling how his mouth is slightly warmer than the rest of him. ]
Was it while I was away taking care of the hag? [ He can only think of two times when they spent a significant amount of time being apart in the city; the House of Hope (when Lae'zel took Astarion and not Iorveth), and running around trying to put an end to Ethel (when Wyll and Karlach took Iorveth, but not Astarion). Iorveth is still a little bitter about not having been around to dunk on Raphael, actually. ]
no subject
The mention of his fingers are nice, though. His lips quirk up, and the idle touch along one pointed ear glides up, back into soft curls and then down along the outline of Astarion's cheek, pressing bow-shaped calluses to smooth skin. ]
You do seem to like being pet. [ His voice lilts, affection bleeding into the teasing. ] My sweet cat.
[ Tracing under Astarion's bottom lip, feeling how his mouth is slightly warmer than the rest of him. ]
Was it while I was away taking care of the hag? [ He can only think of two times when they spent a significant amount of time being apart in the city; the House of Hope (when Lae'zel took Astarion and not Iorveth), and running around trying to put an end to Ethel (when Wyll and Karlach took Iorveth, but not Astarion). Iorveth is still a little bitter about not having been around to dunk on Raphael, actually. ]