[ Iorveth is so blunt. He grins against the skin of Iorveth's throat, amused; straightforward in all things, he supposes. A small laugh escapes him, unnecessary breath blowing against Iorveth's skin. ]
Mm, I can think of a way to shut you up now.
[ First cock rings, now this!! He can't believe that he ever thought Iorveth uninterested in intimacy. He'd told himself that he was perfectly fine with that, and he had been at the time, but he can't imagine giving it up now. Iorveth is his perfect match in all ways: degenerate enough to be interesting, while still tolerant of Astarion's need to maintain control. No one else in the world could ever be such an ideal blend, he thinks.
His hand worms its way between Iorveth's head and the pillow, cradling it. Loving, even in this. Drinking from Iorveth is wholly different from drinking from anyone else, special and sacramental. His teeth break skin, still as purposefully gentle as he'd been earlier, and he laps at the blood beading on the surface softly, languidly. ]
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Mm, I can think of a way to shut you up now.
[ First cock rings, now this!! He can't believe that he ever thought Iorveth uninterested in intimacy. He'd told himself that he was perfectly fine with that, and he had been at the time, but he can't imagine giving it up now. Iorveth is his perfect match in all ways: degenerate enough to be interesting, while still tolerant of Astarion's need to maintain control. No one else in the world could ever be such an ideal blend, he thinks.
His hand worms its way between Iorveth's head and the pillow, cradling it. Loving, even in this. Drinking from Iorveth is wholly different from drinking from anyone else, special and sacramental. His teeth break skin, still as purposefully gentle as he'd been earlier, and he laps at the blood beading on the surface softly, languidly. ]