[ Fucking someone is too much work, if that someone isn't Iorveth. With Iorveth, though, he doesn't mind the ache in his thighs at all, and he barely notices his hair sticking to his forehead. All he pays attention to is those glorious sounds Iorveth makes. Astarion follows quickly after—conspicuously quickly, probably—with a few shallow jerks and a noise that gets muffled in the back of his throat.
He does start to notice the ache in his thighs soon after that, and he lets himself slump against Iorveth's body, draped over him like a weighted blanket. His arms wrap around Iorveth, squeezing him, trapping him so that he can't go anywhere.
After a moment of silence, letting the afterglow wash over him, he laughs and says, ] Next time, we should do it like we hate each other.
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He does start to notice the ache in his thighs soon after that, and he lets himself slump against Iorveth's body, draped over him like a weighted blanket. His arms wrap around Iorveth, squeezing him, trapping him so that he can't go anywhere.
After a moment of silence, letting the afterglow wash over him, he laughs and says, ] Next time, we should do it like we hate each other.
[ He contains multitudes. ]