[ A little laugh, at 'mad lust'. Reciprocally, Iorveth thinks Astarion is the sweetest man in the world, not in spite of all the sharpness and defensiveness Iorveth has had to wade through to get here, but with that sharpness and defensiveness included.
He peels his robe off and holds out his various long limbs, allowing Astarion to help him into new layers with shockingly docile contentment. ]
I find it pleasing that you find me so distracting.
[ A concept that Iorveth still needs some getting used to, but is starting to believe. Once the tunic and pants get tugged on, he turns to give Astarion a light kiss to thank him for being so thoughtful. ]
―Would you ever be inclined to have me where others could see?
[ Teasing. Iorveth wouldn't agree to fucking Astarion in public― 50% of it is because he doesn't think Astarion would want to be so vulnerable in front of strangers, and the other 50% is because he doesn't want anyone to be privy to Astarion being so breathlessly perfect. As ever, more possessive than jealous.
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He peels his robe off and holds out his various long limbs, allowing Astarion to help him into new layers with shockingly docile contentment. ]
I find it pleasing that you find me so distracting.
[ A concept that Iorveth still needs some getting used to, but is starting to believe. Once the tunic and pants get tugged on, he turns to give Astarion a light kiss to thank him for being so thoughtful. ]
―Would you ever be inclined to have me where others could see?
[ Teasing. Iorveth wouldn't agree to fucking Astarion in public― 50% of it is because he doesn't think Astarion would want to be so vulnerable in front of strangers, and the other 50% is because he doesn't want anyone to be privy to Astarion being so breathlessly perfect. As ever, more possessive than jealous.
(With positions reversed, though? Negotiable.) ]