[ Hm. Iorveth's eye flicks down in a moment of crude assessment, as if to gauge how urgent the so-called 'problem' is, and then: ]
Well. [ Another glance, this time at Astarion's still very fucked-up hand. They really should have gotten that looked at before Reginald went home (presumably); it looks pretty terrible, even after a quick Cure Wounds. Astarion is really not in any condition to be messing around, but― ]
―I have wanted you in my mouth since Athkatla. [ He'd said so the night before the hag mess, and it still holds. Iorveth sounds slightly smug about it, as if he's still trying to win the I Want You More game. A clown. ] And it requires minimal action on your part.
[ Iorveth can jack off later, but gods knows he isn't going to pass up an opportunity to blow Astarion if it's presented to him. He knows where his priorities are at. ]
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Well. [ Another glance, this time at Astarion's still very fucked-up hand. They really should have gotten that looked at before Reginald went home (presumably); it looks pretty terrible, even after a quick Cure Wounds. Astarion is really not in any condition to be messing around, but― ]
―I have wanted you in my mouth since Athkatla. [ He'd said so the night before the hag mess, and it still holds. Iorveth sounds slightly smug about it, as if he's still trying to win the I Want You More game. A clown. ] And it requires minimal action on your part.
[ Iorveth can jack off later, but gods knows he isn't going to pass up an opportunity to blow Astarion if it's presented to him. He knows where his priorities are at. ]