[ He'd hoped for that answer, although he hadn't been sure it would be the one he would get. Iorveth is, after all, a freak, and Astarion had thought that perhaps rough would always be his preference. He enjoys it either way, just pleased to be the recipient of Iorveth's touch, but he favors gentleness, always has. Thousands of conquests, but none of them were ever gentle or loving. Iorveth had questioned if Astarion minded his tactility, but in fact, there's nothing that brings him more happiness than being touched kindly by someone who loves him.
All way too embarrassing to say, of course. Still, he dips down to kiss Iorveth, light and gentle as requested. A few more languid strokes of Iorveth's hardening length and he sits up, creating space for himself between Iorveth's long limbs as he reaches for the vial of stolen oil, uncorking it and depositing a generous amount on his fingers until they're suitably slick. ]
You ridiculous sap. [ (Affectionate). With the nudge of a knee, he urges Iorveth's legs open wider. ] Luckily, you're the only one I want to be kind to.
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All way too embarrassing to say, of course. Still, he dips down to kiss Iorveth, light and gentle as requested. A few more languid strokes of Iorveth's hardening length and he sits up, creating space for himself between Iorveth's long limbs as he reaches for the vial of stolen oil, uncorking it and depositing a generous amount on his fingers until they're suitably slick. ]
You ridiculous sap. [ (Affectionate). With the nudge of a knee, he urges Iorveth's legs open wider. ] Luckily, you're the only one I want to be kind to.