[ That's the goal. Thoughts are terrible, nasty things, and Iorveth has far too many of them. Astarion wants him mindless, empty-headed. That's the kindest possible thing he could do for Iorveth. ]
Perfect, [ he corrects, leaning down to coax Iorveth's mouth open with his tongue, just as exploratory as he is with his fingers. His weight presses against Iorveth, but he's careful not to be forceful with it, the way that he sometimes is when he tries to trap Iorveth underneath him and smother him with affection.
Iorveth's erection feels warm and wet against his own, and he rocks experimentally against him, fingers curling. ]
Do you feel ready?
[ It's obvious by the hardness rubbing against Iorveth what his preference is, but— If all Iorveth wants is this, he can live with that, pleasure him before rolling over to touch himself to completion if he has to. No one was ever willing to make that sacrifice for him, but he certainly would be for Iorveth. ]
no subject
[ That's the goal. Thoughts are terrible, nasty things, and Iorveth has far too many of them. Astarion wants him mindless, empty-headed. That's the kindest possible thing he could do for Iorveth. ]
Perfect, [ he corrects, leaning down to coax Iorveth's mouth open with his tongue, just as exploratory as he is with his fingers. His weight presses against Iorveth, but he's careful not to be forceful with it, the way that he sometimes is when he tries to trap Iorveth underneath him and smother him with affection.
Iorveth's erection feels warm and wet against his own, and he rocks experimentally against him, fingers curling. ]
Do you feel ready?
[ It's obvious by the hardness rubbing against Iorveth what his preference is, but— If all Iorveth wants is this, he can live with that, pleasure him before rolling over to touch himself to completion if he has to. No one was ever willing to make that sacrifice for him, but he certainly would be for Iorveth. ]