[ Face pressed against Iorveth's slightly-damp neck, Astarion inhales. Maybe he's a little bit of a freak, too, albeit in a different way. Iorveth's warm, sandalwood scent makes all of the (probably very few) neurons in his brain light up, and he presses his lips against tanned skin, mouthing harmlessly like a playful puppy. ]
I don't know.
[ He'd know it was only for show, and that Iorveth doesn't actually mean any of it. (At least, until Iorveth strikes a chord and Astarion blows his top during what is supposed to be sexy roleplay.) Another press of his mouth against Iorveth's throat, fangs catching against skin, somewhere between a threat and a warning. Foreplay, if sinking one's teeth into someone's neck can have such a thing. ]
If you irritate me too much, I'll just find another use for your mouth.
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I don't know.
[ He'd know it was only for show, and that Iorveth doesn't actually mean any of it. (At least, until Iorveth strikes a chord and Astarion blows his top during what is supposed to be sexy roleplay.) Another press of his mouth against Iorveth's throat, fangs catching against skin, somewhere between a threat and a warning. Foreplay, if sinking one's teeth into someone's neck can have such a thing. ]
If you irritate me too much, I'll just find another use for your mouth.