[ Again: Astarion has the hardest life in the world. That said, Iorveth fully intends to shower Astarion with attention after he takes care of the Damris Business, and also fully intends to keep his dick intact for a rainy day, so on the robe goes (one in deep aubergine; he couldn't bring himself to choose the periwinkle), after he towels Astarion off so that he isn't dripping everywhere. Still fussing. ]
I'm not symmetrical enough for him to want to look at my cock, [ Iorveth drawls when he's finished, moving to dry his hair perfunctorily before heading back into the office. Damris is still on the floor, a lovely lump sprawled on a pile of hastily-stacked divan cushions, but he's showing signs of being... well, not alive, but not dead dead. A shift here, a soft groan there.
Well, at least they're not keeping a corpse locked up. Iorveth takes his bathrobe belt and uses it as a makeshift gag, to which the half-conscious tiefling protests with a weak grunt and the barest hint of sharp teeth attempting to find something soft to bite down on. ]
Almost as unruly as you, [ Iorveth hums, 'you' referring to Astarion. ]
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I'm not symmetrical enough for him to want to look at my cock, [ Iorveth drawls when he's finished, moving to dry his hair perfunctorily before heading back into the office. Damris is still on the floor, a lovely lump sprawled on a pile of hastily-stacked divan cushions, but he's showing signs of being... well, not alive, but not dead dead. A shift here, a soft groan there.
Well, at least they're not keeping a corpse locked up. Iorveth takes his bathrobe belt and uses it as a makeshift gag, to which the half-conscious tiefling protests with a weak grunt and the barest hint of sharp teeth attempting to find something soft to bite down on. ]
Almost as unruly as you, [ Iorveth hums, 'you' referring to Astarion. ]