[ By the end of it, Astarion is grinning ear to ear, dizzied by affection. He'll never get over how foreign and amazing it is to be loved by Iorveth, not even in a hundred more years, not in a thousand. He chases after Iorveth, taking his head between cold, pale hands and planting another kiss on him. Getting the last word in an I love you more competition, only with kisses instead of words.
He allows Iorveth freedom after that, stepping back and crouching to find his own outfit to wear. Something dark, he thinks, and intimidating. An appropriate 'torturing' outfit. ]
Then I'd best put on some pants. The gods only know how you resist ravishing me like this.
[ A joke. He flashes a scandalous shoulder before unearthing a shirt. ]
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He allows Iorveth freedom after that, stepping back and crouching to find his own outfit to wear. Something dark, he thinks, and intimidating. An appropriate 'torturing' outfit. ]
Then I'd best put on some pants. The gods only know how you resist ravishing me like this.
[ A joke. He flashes a scandalous shoulder before unearthing a shirt. ]