—Minimal action, [ he echoes, laughing. ] Gods, you make it sound so sensual.
[ It doesn't actually sound any less appealing when put that way, though, which is a problem. Iorveth's mouth isn't what he was really hoping to be inside of, quite frankly, but it is possibly the only thing he can be inside of without too much jostling of the leg. Ugh, he hates that fucking hag. Did she know she'd be cockblocking him so much when she did it?
He, of course, notes that Iorveth makes no mention of reciprocation. In a very obvious manipulation attempt, he lays his head on Iorveth's shoulder, hand traveling down that precious tattoo. ]
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[ It doesn't actually sound any less appealing when put that way, though, which is a problem. Iorveth's mouth isn't what he was really hoping to be inside of, quite frankly, but it is possibly the only thing he can be inside of without too much jostling of the leg. Ugh, he hates that fucking hag. Did she know she'd be cockblocking him so much when she did it?
He, of course, notes that Iorveth makes no mention of reciprocation. In a very obvious manipulation attempt, he lays his head on Iorveth's shoulder, hand traveling down that precious tattoo. ]
You know, I still have one good hand.