[ Well. Maybe a little, but he had no other choice. Even after sharing a bed, stabbing each other a little, and Astarion's suggestion that Iorveth be his kept elf in his fancy castle, Iorveth had still been acting stupid. Like he couldn't believe that someone would ever even want to kiss him. Astarion had still been vacillating between love and hate at that time, endlessly curious and endeared against his will, but also terribly distrustful and constantly irritated by the things he had found less-than-perfect about Iorveth's personality. (He wishes he could go back in time and punch himself a few times for ever thinking Iorveth wasn't perfect.)
Facing Iorveth properly, he points an accusatory finger. ]
I just thought that, well, you weren't going to do it. Ever.
[ And he'd been curious what it would be like. He'd thought maybe that Iorveth might be rough, forceful in all things, but he'd surprised Astarion with how gentle he'd been, how featherlight. Iorveth had been right, Astarion supposes, with his constant complaints that Astarion didn't see him clearly. ]
Honestly, with how ridiculously chastely you tranced beside me, I had suspected that you didn't have any interest in, ah, physical pleasures.
[ Narcissistic, probably. He couldn't imagine someone lying that close to him and not wanting to sleep with him. ]
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[ Well. Maybe a little, but he had no other choice. Even after sharing a bed, stabbing each other a little, and Astarion's suggestion that Iorveth be his kept elf in his fancy castle, Iorveth had still been acting stupid. Like he couldn't believe that someone would ever even want to kiss him. Astarion had still been vacillating between love and hate at that time, endlessly curious and endeared against his will, but also terribly distrustful and constantly irritated by the things he had found less-than-perfect about Iorveth's personality. (He wishes he could go back in time and punch himself a few times for ever thinking Iorveth wasn't perfect.)
Facing Iorveth properly, he points an accusatory finger. ]
I just thought that, well, you weren't going to do it. Ever.
[ And he'd been curious what it would be like. He'd thought maybe that Iorveth might be rough, forceful in all things, but he'd surprised Astarion with how gentle he'd been, how featherlight. Iorveth had been right, Astarion supposes, with his constant complaints that Astarion didn't see him clearly. ]
Honestly, with how ridiculously chastely you tranced beside me, I had suspected that you didn't have any interest in, ah, physical pleasures.
[ Narcissistic, probably. He couldn't imagine someone lying that close to him and not wanting to sleep with him. ]