[ More shifting, as that touch trails down and wraps around the beginnings of a semi. It should probably be more embarrassing that sweet words and gentle cuddling in bed were enough to make his dick feel a little stupid, but it is what it is. A hitched breath and a low sigh through his nose later, Iorveth relaxes, letting the mattress have his weight. No tensing, no immediate move to reciprocate as a distraction. ]

You're a vampire, aren't you?

[ Half-laughed, even as he tries to reconcile the teasing conversation with the hand around his cock. Both are nice. ]

But, mm. I'll not be a mindless servant who doesn't challenge you. [ Obviously. ] Being foolishly besotted doesn't exclude me from getting on your nerves.

[ Another low laugh, and he moves his hips under Astarion's scrutiny, humming in time to that little ripple of friction. ]