[ Astarion pulls back, but the combination of those words and the warm, drowsy comfort of being pressed close prompts Iorveth to give chase. He presses their mouths together again, coaxing Astarion's lips open just enough for him to be able to trace teeth with tongue, humming with light contentment when he feels the sharp point of one fang.
Unbelievable, the way Astarion makes Iorveth want him. Iorveth doesn't buy for a second that Astarion would actually do anything "wicked", complicated as his relationship with sex is, but it's sweet of him to leave intimacy on the table as an option.
Iorveth dips his head down, and bites softly against the pretty jut of Astarion's jaw. ]
A pity. [ His voice is muffled, his mouth still pressed to skin― he wonders if he could get away with leaving a mark somewhere. ] That leaves me to contemplate your wicked ways for the rest of the day.
[ Sleep-coarse and pleasantly drowsy, half-joking and half-serious. Iorveth lets lazy fingers dip to the small of Astarion's back, just above the waistband of his pants, tracing the seam idly without clear intent. An indulgence. ]
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Unbelievable, the way Astarion makes Iorveth want him. Iorveth doesn't buy for a second that Astarion would actually do anything "wicked", complicated as his relationship with sex is, but it's sweet of him to leave intimacy on the table as an option.
Iorveth dips his head down, and bites softly against the pretty jut of Astarion's jaw. ]
A pity. [ His voice is muffled, his mouth still pressed to skin― he wonders if he could get away with leaving a mark somewhere. ] That leaves me to contemplate your wicked ways for the rest of the day.
[ Sleep-coarse and pleasantly drowsy, half-joking and half-serious. Iorveth lets lazy fingers dip to the small of Astarion's back, just above the waistband of his pants, tracing the seam idly without clear intent. An indulgence. ]
Distracting.