[ He laughs again. Iorveth is ridiculous. In truth—and he'd never admit this aloud, not even to Iorveth—he'd probably prefer just one, so that he could be held and spoken to sweetly immediately after, confirmation that Iorveth still doesn't find him disgusting or shameful or used up. Iorveth's postcoital affection does well at frightening away any dark thoughts that might creep in. ]
Have you had your fill?
[ Seemingly apropos of nothing, but— ]
I'd like to return to our room.
[ Not for anything untoward, unfortunately. He certainly would, if not for the tiefling-shaped cockblock still tied up in their study. He can still kiss Iorveth into the mattress, though, and curl around him until his heat seeps into Astarion's bones, and listen to the comforting sound of him breathing. Trancing might be a bad idea tonight, but he can keep himself busy by counting Iorveth's heartbeats. ]
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Have you had your fill?
[ Seemingly apropos of nothing, but— ]
I'd like to return to our room.
[ Not for anything untoward, unfortunately. He certainly would, if not for the tiefling-shaped cockblock still tied up in their study. He can still kiss Iorveth into the mattress, though, and curl around him until his heat seeps into Astarion's bones, and listen to the comforting sound of him breathing. Trancing might be a bad idea tonight, but he can keep himself busy by counting Iorveth's heartbeats. ]