[ With less rope, he says. Astarion isn't sure if it's because Iorveth doesn't want to suggest he'd do anything to make Astarion feel trapped (even in ridiculous fantasy), or because there's no way Astarion would ever need to be tied up and forced to listen to praise when he demands it on the regular.
He laughs at 'every time you speak', because the gods know it isn't every time. All the same, he shifts, hand snaking down further between their bodies to wrap loosely around Iorveth's cock. Out of practice, he'd said, and Astarion wants to ease him into it. Relax him as much as possible. Iorveth seems to enjoy some level of pain in his intimacy, but discomfort is as unsexy as it gets. ]
You sound as if you're under my thrall. [ Then, teasing: ] Perhaps you are.
no subject
He laughs at 'every time you speak', because the gods know it isn't every time. All the same, he shifts, hand snaking down further between their bodies to wrap loosely around Iorveth's cock. Out of practice, he'd said, and Astarion wants to ease him into it. Relax him as much as possible. Iorveth seems to enjoy some level of pain in his intimacy, but discomfort is as unsexy as it gets. ]
You sound as if you're under my thrall. [ Then, teasing: ] Perhaps you are.