[ The normal response would probably be "no, why would I have", but: ]
―Yes. A vial of it, in our pack in the bedroom.
[ Unashamed to say so― he doesn't feel guilty about wanting Astarion in every way that he can― but perhaps with slight reservation, given that he understands Astarion's complicated relationship (or lack thereof) with sex. Intimacy isn't required, and Iorveth loves Astarion with or without encouraging him to be a little freak, but it is always on the table if Astarion wants it.
The long and short of it: Iorveth slumps against Astarion's front, limp, relaxed arms looped loosely around his partner's shoulders. Trusting, affectionate. After being hit in the head with the strangeness of this new city, being near Astarion is a soothing balm. ]
Astarion. [ A soft breath, in and out. They'd made implicit fun of his inability to seduce anyone in the past, but Iorveth tries it now regardless, drawing on whatever dregs of appeal he thinks he might have left. Nuzzling up against Astarion's jaw, he murmurs: ] Beloved. Fuck me.
[ Okay, maybe a little too blunt to be seductive. But he is, as always, clear in his intentions, with no space for deceit. ]
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―Yes. A vial of it, in our pack in the bedroom.
[ Unashamed to say so― he doesn't feel guilty about wanting Astarion in every way that he can― but perhaps with slight reservation, given that he understands Astarion's complicated relationship (or lack thereof) with sex. Intimacy isn't required, and Iorveth loves Astarion with or without encouraging him to be a little freak, but it is always on the table if Astarion wants it.
The long and short of it: Iorveth slumps against Astarion's front, limp, relaxed arms looped loosely around his partner's shoulders. Trusting, affectionate. After being hit in the head with the strangeness of this new city, being near Astarion is a soothing balm. ]
Astarion. [ A soft breath, in and out. They'd made implicit fun of his inability to seduce anyone in the past, but Iorveth tries it now regardless, drawing on whatever dregs of appeal he thinks he might have left. Nuzzling up against Astarion's jaw, he murmurs: ] Beloved. Fuck me.
[ Okay, maybe a little too blunt to be seductive. But he is, as always, clear in his intentions, with no space for deceit. ]