[ That frown is a little frightening, and Astarion holds his breath (metaphorically). He'd be lying if he didn't expect to be rebuffed, or perhaps even chastised. Iorveth values independence; it would only make sense that he'd try to lessen Astarion's reliance on him. Astarion finds himself shrinking under his gaze, feeling suddenly ashamed for the admission.
When he acquiesces, every muscle in Astarion's body relaxes, and he crawls on top of him in a fit of affection, kissing him on the lips in a way not dissimilar to an excited Scratch licking their faces. Astarion has never had anyone to hold his hand through the scary moments, and he'd told himself that he didn't need it, but it elates him to know he doesn't have to suffer it alone. ]
You wonderful man.
[ He takes Iorveth's head in his hands, holding him in place so he can kiss him again, quick but firm. ]
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When he acquiesces, every muscle in Astarion's body relaxes, and he crawls on top of him in a fit of affection, kissing him on the lips in a way not dissimilar to an excited Scratch licking their faces. Astarion has never had anyone to hold his hand through the scary moments, and he'd told himself that he didn't need it, but it elates him to know he doesn't have to suffer it alone. ]
You wonderful man.
[ He takes Iorveth's head in his hands, holding him in place so he can kiss him again, quick but firm. ]
You really must stop making me like you.