[ Astarion's sad, forlorn expression instantly gives way to delight as Iorveth gives into him, arms wrapping around him. He'd meant it when he said that he wasn't opposed to being swallowed whole, as long as it's Iorveth doing the swallowing. The feeling of another person's weight on him has always filled him with anxiety, but Iorveth's feels surprisingly safe, soothing.
Those cold fingers that Iorveth had kissed worm their way underneath the hem of Iorveth's shirt, flattening out against his back to soak up his body heat. Astarion really is a menace. ]
What a terrible romantic you are, Master Blackmane.
[ He still thinks it's kind of a sexy name, especially when it's one that's shared between them. Sue him! ]
How lucky you are that I only want you to stay right here with me.
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Those cold fingers that Iorveth had kissed worm their way underneath the hem of Iorveth's shirt, flattening out against his back to soak up his body heat. Astarion really is a menace. ]
What a terrible romantic you are, Master Blackmane.
[ He still thinks it's kind of a sexy name, especially when it's one that's shared between them. Sue him! ]
How lucky you are that I only want you to stay right here with me.