[ He laughs again before carefully pulling out and flopping over onto his back beside Iorveth, letting the cool air hit his sweaty—dewy—skin. ]
Mm, I like it. I'm against everything you stand for, but you just can't resist fondling me in a broom closet.
[ Or, you know, wherever. He's open to being fondled in many a place. The hand closest to Iorveth wanders up to stroke the pointy end of an ear, the pad of his thumb traveling up to the tapered tip and then back down again. Pure affection, not at all befitting a mortal enemy who Iorveth would like to fuck. ]
For years, this body was an... unpleasant place to be. [ A little distant, like recalling it brings him somewhere else entirely: ] I hated every bit of inhabiting it.
[ For many reasons. Too weak, too dead, too used. Littered with markings of Cazador. ]
—But when I'm with you, I forget all the reasons I despise it.
[ If only for a little while, but a little while of happiness can't be discounted. ]
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Mm, I like it. I'm against everything you stand for, but you just can't resist fondling me in a broom closet.
[ Or, you know, wherever. He's open to being fondled in many a place. The hand closest to Iorveth wanders up to stroke the pointy end of an ear, the pad of his thumb traveling up to the tapered tip and then back down again. Pure affection, not at all befitting a mortal enemy who Iorveth would like to fuck. ]
For years, this body was an... unpleasant place to be. [ A little distant, like recalling it brings him somewhere else entirely: ] I hated every bit of inhabiting it.
[ For many reasons. Too weak, too dead, too used. Littered with markings of Cazador. ]
—But when I'm with you, I forget all the reasons I despise it.
[ If only for a little while, but a little while of happiness can't be discounted. ]