[ Again, big talk for a sweet cat that promises to scratch but only ever manages to paw at him. Iorveth hugs Astarion's waist and tangles legs with him, fancying that his thoughts are probably a lot more impure than Astarion's are.
He says as much, but without too much heat behind the words. ] That, and all of the things I'd do to you in turn.
[ As ever, not a fan of only being on the receiving end; what's the point of sex if it's not mutual? If he just wants to get himself off, he has a hand to do that with. With Astarion, the goal is to make him melt; to pour enough affection in him until he understands that he's adored.
That's for Iorveth to know and Astarion to slowly find out, though. Very insidious of Iorveth, actually. He hums, soft, and closes his eye as if he could fall back into a brief early morning trance again. ]
I'm thinking of them right now, [ he teases, meditative. ]
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He says as much, but without too much heat behind the words. ] That, and all of the things I'd do to you in turn.
[ As ever, not a fan of only being on the receiving end; what's the point of sex if it's not mutual? If he just wants to get himself off, he has a hand to do that with. With Astarion, the goal is to make him melt; to pour enough affection in him until he understands that he's adored.
That's for Iorveth to know and Astarion to slowly find out, though. Very insidious of Iorveth, actually. He hums, soft, and closes his eye as if he could fall back into a brief early morning trance again. ]
I'm thinking of them right now, [ he teases, meditative. ]