[ He very much does like to hear Iorveth beg. Maybe it's some sort of fucked up trauma response, a way to feel powerful after centuries of being the one made to beg. Maybe it's just hot. Like most things, Astarion really doesn't intend to examine it closer than he has to.
The suggestion that Astarion has ruined him for all others makes him laugh, rolling his eyes a little. It's ridiculous, of course. As much as Astarion likes to think that Iorveth would pine for him for the rest of his life if they separated, surely someone else would eventually catch his eye.
They wouldn't ever be able to love Iorveth as much as Astarion does, though, so: ]
Good.
[ So maybe he is a bit of a control freak. Whatever. He lets his thumb wander to Iorveth's ring finger, tracing circles on the skin. ]
I plan to make you beg for centuries to come, and I'd loathe competition.
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The suggestion that Astarion has ruined him for all others makes him laugh, rolling his eyes a little. It's ridiculous, of course. As much as Astarion likes to think that Iorveth would pine for him for the rest of his life if they separated, surely someone else would eventually catch his eye.
They wouldn't ever be able to love Iorveth as much as Astarion does, though, so: ]
Good.
[ So maybe he is a bit of a control freak. Whatever. He lets his thumb wander to Iorveth's ring finger, tracing circles on the skin. ]
I plan to make you beg for centuries to come, and I'd loathe competition.