[ Astarion crawls onto the bed, sliding on top of Iorveth in a way that's almost predatory, like a fanged animal sizing up dinner. (Which isn't too far from the truth.) Bath-warm Iorveth is even better than regular-warm Iorveth, a little bit of color on his chest and neck, hair still damp. ]
Gods, you're handsome.
[ The truth as he sees it, no matter what Iorveth says. He leans down to press a kiss against Iorveth's eyelid, then another where his eye used to be. Equally breathtaking, because it's Iorveth. ]
What an idiot you are to think I'd ever shy away from your touch, [ he scolds. ] Don't you know that I crave you?
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[ Astarion crawls onto the bed, sliding on top of Iorveth in a way that's almost predatory, like a fanged animal sizing up dinner. (Which isn't too far from the truth.) Bath-warm Iorveth is even better than regular-warm Iorveth, a little bit of color on his chest and neck, hair still damp. ]
Gods, you're handsome.
[ The truth as he sees it, no matter what Iorveth says. He leans down to press a kiss against Iorveth's eyelid, then another where his eye used to be. Equally breathtaking, because it's Iorveth. ]
What an idiot you are to think I'd ever shy away from your touch, [ he scolds. ] Don't you know that I crave you?