[ Iorveth will accept "filthy" from Astarion, and no one else. Truly, he sees nothing wrong with finding new and interesting (insane) ways to enjoy someone (or having them enjoy him), but he can tell that Astarion means "filthy" in an affectionate way.
Or, at least, he hopes. He wouldn't be able to bear it if Astarion felt pressured to perform again; he has a hand, if Astarion doesn't want sex. That'll never be a dealbreaker.
Blinking steam from his eye, Iorveth tips into the touch against his cheek and tries not to look too pleased by the declaration that he's adored. ]
...Always and increasingly.
[ A reciprocal proclamation, as he leans in to press his lips to Astarion's mouth, featherlight－
－which reminds him: ] Hells. I forgot to gag the tiefling. [ Another quick peck, and Iorveth starts to lift himself out of the pool. ]
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Or, at least, he hopes. He wouldn't be able to bear it if Astarion felt pressured to perform again; he has a hand, if Astarion doesn't want sex. That'll never be a dealbreaker.
Blinking steam from his eye, Iorveth tips into the touch against his cheek and tries not to look too pleased by the declaration that he's adored. ]
...Always and increasingly.
[ A reciprocal proclamation, as he leans in to press his lips to Astarion's mouth, featherlight－
－which reminds him: ] Hells. I forgot to gag the tiefling. [ Another quick peck, and Iorveth starts to lift himself out of the pool. ]