[ A true instance of Iorveth playing himself: now he's imagining it, leading a very pretty and slightly disheveled Astarion out of a side room, letting everyone know exactly how much Iorveth covets him. He might want to consult with his right hand about this mental image sometime in the future.
Sliding his mouth down to kiss the heel of Astarion's hand, Iorveth finally peels himself away. ]
If you'd allow it, it would be more than one.
[ Dryly playful. Truth be told, Iorveth isn't sure that Astarion would even want to have marathon sex― it's a lot, especially for someone who's still tracing the outlines of boundaries that were taken from him. It's mostly just an affirmation that Astarion is wanted in many, unspeakably unhinged ways.
The two half-elves, who are too far away to hear the content of their conversation, still look like they have fodder to talk about for the next tenday. Good for them, honestly. ]
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Sliding his mouth down to kiss the heel of Astarion's hand, Iorveth finally peels himself away. ]
If you'd allow it, it would be more than one.
[ Dryly playful. Truth be told, Iorveth isn't sure that Astarion would even want to have marathon sex― it's a lot, especially for someone who's still tracing the outlines of boundaries that were taken from him. It's mostly just an affirmation that Astarion is wanted in many, unspeakably unhinged ways.
The two half-elves, who are too far away to hear the content of their conversation, still look like they have fodder to talk about for the next tenday. Good for them, honestly. ]