[ Astarion represses the urge to laugh, because he'd hate if Iorveth were ever given reason to believe that he finds being with him in any way laughable. Still, it is a little funny. Again, not because the content is unappealing, but because it's unexpected. Iorveth is terribly deranged, and Astarion loves it.
He fiddles with Iorveth's tunic even after it's on, dusting off Iorveth's shoulders, smoothing down wrinkles. It's all unnecessary, just to fulfill an exploratory urge to find out what it would be like to take care of someone that he loves in such a domestic way. ]
Is that something that you want?
[ A genuine question. Obviously, he's not opposed to public displays of affection—and then some—but Iorveth guards his intimacy closely. Had once said that he wouldn't submit to the vulnerability of sex with someone that he didn't trust (as a way of rejecting Astarion, no less). ]
I'm inclined to explore everything with you. [ Another smoothing of his hands down the front of Iorveth's tunic. ] But you needn't do anything that you don't desire for me.
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He fiddles with Iorveth's tunic even after it's on, dusting off Iorveth's shoulders, smoothing down wrinkles. It's all unnecessary, just to fulfill an exploratory urge to find out what it would be like to take care of someone that he loves in such a domestic way. ]
Is that something that you want?
[ A genuine question. Obviously, he's not opposed to public displays of affection—and then some—but Iorveth guards his intimacy closely. Had once said that he wouldn't submit to the vulnerability of sex with someone that he didn't trust (as a way of rejecting Astarion, no less). ]
I'm inclined to explore everything with you. [ Another smoothing of his hands down the front of Iorveth's tunic. ] But you needn't do anything that you don't desire for me.