[ Overwhelming. Iorveth feels their bodies rock together as Astarion starts to move, and every single nerve in his body lights up at the feeling. Pleasant friction everywhere, all-consuming: it makes Iorveth's mind go completely blank for a few beats, thoughts conveyed in electrical signals that blissfully go nowhere. He warms even more, ruined face flushed red, but he's too far gone to wonder if he doesn't feel uncomfortably hot against Astarion's cooler skin.
More kisses, open-mouthed and indulgent. There's another half-whined breath when Astarion grazes against that same sensitive spot that clever fingers have primed, and Iorveth shifts to chase that feeling during the next careful in and out. ]
Fuck, Astarion.
[ If his crafty cat wanted Iorveth to be completely empty-headed, well. Goal achieved. The world dials down to Astarion and how their bodies fit together, how much Iorveth loves him, how good it feels to be loved by someone so impossibly perfect. His legs wind tighter around that eminently grabbable waist, though his lower half feels－ for lack of a better word－ too fucked out for the squeezing to have any consequence but for him to cling around Astarion's cock.
He huffs something in his native tongue, then nuzzles up against Astarion's jaw. ]
So good― I love you, [ in much better Aen Seidhe, but with less composure. ] Astarion, beloved. My only. You're everything.
[ Babbling a bit. He's pretty sure that Astarion could make him come without touching his cock at all, at this point: his whole body feels like it's on fire. ]
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More kisses, open-mouthed and indulgent. There's another half-whined breath when Astarion grazes against that same sensitive spot that clever fingers have primed, and Iorveth shifts to chase that feeling during the next careful in and out. ]
Fuck, Astarion.
[ If his crafty cat wanted Iorveth to be completely empty-headed, well. Goal achieved. The world dials down to Astarion and how their bodies fit together, how much Iorveth loves him, how good it feels to be loved by someone so impossibly perfect. His legs wind tighter around that eminently grabbable waist, though his lower half feels－ for lack of a better word－ too fucked out for the squeezing to have any consequence but for him to cling around Astarion's cock.
He huffs something in his native tongue, then nuzzles up against Astarion's jaw. ]
So good― I love you, [ in much better Aen Seidhe, but with less composure. ] Astarion, beloved. My only. You're everything.
[ Babbling a bit. He's pretty sure that Astarion could make him come without touching his cock at all, at this point: his whole body feels like it's on fire. ]