[ There are voices lingering outside their room: "--well, lad, we should wake them!" "Hm, well, you see... they tend to..."
Iorveth stops paying attention. He rolls onto his back instead, taking Astarion with him and letting Astarion's weight bear down, chest to chest. The hand under the shirt stays where it is, palm smoothing up scarred and unscathed skin, massaging slowly. ]
I'm famished. [ A gentle bite to Astarion's jaw, as punctuation. ] Sore, as well.
Otherwise? Fine. My head was beyond saving. [ He laughs, mouth still pressed to Astarion's skin.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the door: "well, if they're healthy enough to potentially get intimate, they can handle a checkup!" ]
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Iorveth stops paying attention. He rolls onto his back instead, taking Astarion with him and letting Astarion's weight bear down, chest to chest. The hand under the shirt stays where it is, palm smoothing up scarred and unscathed skin, massaging slowly. ]
I'm famished. [ A gentle bite to Astarion's jaw, as punctuation. ] Sore, as well.
Otherwise? Fine. My head was beyond saving. [ He laughs, mouth still pressed to Astarion's skin.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the door: "well, if they're healthy enough to potentially get intimate, they can handle a checkup!" ]