[ Wow, imagine if Astarion's cloak did slip, and he instantly turned into a pile of ash next to Iorveth. Talk about a moment-killer. Luckily, Iorveth's caution pays off and it doesn't — not that Astarion even thinks of such a possibility, too distracted by the sweet sound of Iorveth's voice in his ear. ]
—I'm not asking for your sake, [ he chides again, a little awkwardly, although he doesn't make any attempt to move even an inch away. He's never really been good at talking about this sort of thing. His own desire. It doesn't feel shameful and dirty anymore, but being blunt isn't in his nature the way it is Iorveth's. He usually talks around it, makes liberal use of euphemism and innuendo. ]
When you say things like that, my sweet, I'm afraid it gets me all... atwitter.
[ Big turn-on. Huge. He loves when Iorveth says soft, sweet things to him — what he doesn't love is then being denied further affection. And surely Iorveth is not fine with torturing him a little!! ]
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—I'm not asking for your sake, [ he chides again, a little awkwardly, although he doesn't make any attempt to move even an inch away. He's never really been good at talking about this sort of thing. His own desire. It doesn't feel shameful and dirty anymore, but being blunt isn't in his nature the way it is Iorveth's. He usually talks around it, makes liberal use of euphemism and innuendo. ]
When you say things like that, my sweet, I'm afraid it gets me all... atwitter.
[ Big turn-on. Huge. He loves when Iorveth says soft, sweet things to him — what he doesn't love is then being denied further affection. And surely Iorveth is not fine with torturing him a little!! ]