[ Oh, he mouths as a response to "this is mine", both as an answer to the statement and an involuntary huff at the feeling of another finger. Is it embarrassing that it's getting easier to accept the intrusion, that he can feel his knees parting another inch for better access, that his hips hike up a fraction from the mattress to chase the buzz he feels every time Astarion grazes against that spot that makes him feel raw, too good?
A little. There's something to be said about trusting a partner with pain, but he's finding that the trustfall of allowing someone to be careful is just as intense. Nowhere to hide, stripped bare in all senses. Pre-Astarion, even in more halcyon days, he might have shoved someone away and masked it as a playful push-and-pull.
It's scary, being loved. Loved like this, more accurately. He flushes hotter, his lust-stupid erection making a bit of a mess on his stomach already, and chokes back another too-honest sound. ]
You're insane. [ Affectionately. Only Astarion could find joy in touching such a weird, jagged elf, and Iorveth loves him for it; it makes him writhe around those fingers again, tightening around them as he reaches up with one hand to try to touch Astarion's perfect face. ] ―If you want to spoil me, kiss me.
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A little. There's something to be said about trusting a partner with pain, but he's finding that the trustfall of allowing someone to be careful is just as intense. Nowhere to hide, stripped bare in all senses. Pre-Astarion, even in more halcyon days, he might have shoved someone away and masked it as a playful push-and-pull.
It's scary, being loved. Loved like this, more accurately. He flushes hotter, his lust-stupid erection making a bit of a mess on his stomach already, and chokes back another too-honest sound. ]
You're insane. [ Affectionately. Only Astarion could find joy in touching such a weird, jagged elf, and Iorveth loves him for it; it makes him writhe around those fingers again, tightening around them as he reaches up with one hand to try to touch Astarion's perfect face. ] ―If you want to spoil me, kiss me.