[ Speaking of being distracting. Astarion fusses with him, and Iorveth can't help but crane forward and kiss him again, and again, and a third time. Timing the fleeting pecks between each of Astarion's statements, almost like he wants to kiss the words right out of that always-moving (affectionate) mouth.

The last one is longer than the others, more indulgent, ending with the lightest grazing of teeth against Astarion's lower lip. ]

It would be a thrill, [ is how he answers the question, his voice a low murmur. ] Knowing that you want me so much that you can't wait.

[ Not that his sweet cat has ever been much for restraint, but. Not the point. The point is that it would be hot to be wanted by a man who's still figuring out if and how he enjoys intimacy, and that I'm yours is a sentiment that can be just as possessive as you're mine.

Again, though. Speaking of being distracting. Poor Damris, delegated to being a backdrop for Iorveth's derangement; it really is so hard to focus when Iorveth loves one man so much. One more kiss for good measure, and Iorveth sways back. ]

―Something to think about after we return to Waterdeep, perhaps. If I start thinking about how I desire you, I won't get anything done.