[ A pleased, throaty sound at the feeling of clever fingers along his back, not unlike a fox or canine-shaped creature expressing contentment. It's followed by the hundredth soft laugh of the night, hidden under the sound of displacing water as Iorveth peels himself from Astarion's front. ]
You'd kill us both before we got to the sitting room.
[ Affectionately. Iorveth imagines the maids anxiously peering into their room tomorrow night, and finding two naked dead elves in the bathroom.
Probably wouldn't be the worst scandal this place has seen. Chuckling, Iorveth pulls himself up and out of the pool, careful not to knock over their still half-full bottle of wine on the way. Warm, eager.
Finding a robe (purple) to pull on later: ] That said, [ referring to the fucking, which he still very much wants, ] does it ever bother you? My tactility.
[ Aware that he has a tendency to touch and kiss Astarion, even in public. Featherlight things, usually― lips to hair, lips to temple― but if it's much, Iorveth can moderate. ]
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You'd kill us both before we got to the sitting room.
[ Affectionately. Iorveth imagines the maids anxiously peering into their room tomorrow night, and finding two naked dead elves in the bathroom.
Probably wouldn't be the worst scandal this place has seen. Chuckling, Iorveth pulls himself up and out of the pool, careful not to knock over their still half-full bottle of wine on the way. Warm, eager.
Finding a robe (purple) to pull on later: ] That said, [ referring to the fucking, which he still very much wants, ] does it ever bother you? My tactility.
[ Aware that he has a tendency to touch and kiss Astarion, even in public. Featherlight things, usually― lips to hair, lips to temple― but if it's much, Iorveth can moderate. ]