[ It is saccharine. Incredibly so. Sweetness churns my stomach, he hears himself say. It sounds distant. It sounds like someone else's voice. He picks up the fork, pressing it into the soft cake until it cuts through, slicing off a small chunk.
When he'd said he wanted to explore everything with Iorveth, he hadn't only meant the deviant things—cock rings and public sex and whatever the hells else Iorveth has in that mind of his—but other things, too, softer things. He wants to experience everything that he never thought he would. That includes being ridiculously, embarrassingly soppy in public.
Still, he does have an image to maintain, so as he holds the fork to Iorveth's lips, he snarks, ] You only want me to put something your mouth.
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When he'd said he wanted to explore everything with Iorveth, he hadn't only meant the deviant things—cock rings and public sex and whatever the hells else Iorveth has in that mind of his—but other things, too, softer things. He wants to experience everything that he never thought he would. That includes being ridiculously, embarrassingly soppy in public.
Still, he does have an image to maintain, so as he holds the fork to Iorveth's lips, he snarks, ] You only want me to put something your mouth.