[ Astarion adores Iorveth's bluntness, seductive or not. He always has. He's had enough of deceit and game-playing; Iorveth is never anything but straightforward, even when it's something Astarion doesn't want to hear. (Especially when it's something he doesn't want to hear, it feels like.)
But he wants to hear this, and he grins at the overgrown fox in his lap, fingers trailing over Iorveth's spine, up and down. ]
You don't have to ask me, although a little begging wouldn't be out of order.
[ A control freak, as always.
Teasingly: ] Should I carry you to the bed?
[ An impossibility. Trying to do so would be brutally unsexy. ]
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But he wants to hear this, and he grins at the overgrown fox in his lap, fingers trailing over Iorveth's spine, up and down. ]
You don't have to ask me, although a little begging wouldn't be out of order.
[ A control freak, as always.
Teasingly: ] Should I carry you to the bed?
[ An impossibility. Trying to do so would be brutally unsexy. ]