[ You can be kind, as if he has any inclination to do so. The only thing he has less inclination to do is to kiss someone else. It's oddly very sweet that Iorveth takes umbrage with the idea of kissing someone else and not having sex with someone else, although he imagines neither would be received particularly well. Still, he enjoys the idea that such chaste, nonsexual contact could be special enough to Iorveth to warrant being singled out.

He's not that interested in chaste, nonsexual contact right now, though. His hand dips between Iorveth's legs, fingertip brushing against him, circling the rim. Less teasing and more languid, taking his time. He's often rushed his way through sex just to get it over faster, but he doesn't have anywhere else he wants to go right now. ]

I do like the idea of you in a fit of jealous rage.

[ Not how Iorveth would truly react, he knows. That's probably why it's a fun fantasy and not a dreadful one. ]

—But you know I have no interest in any lips but yours. No one else's scowl quite as attractively.