[ If Iorveth travelled back in time, he'd only have to cringe at Astarion's ridiculous behavior. If Astarion travelled back in time, though, he'd scream/cry/throw up the moment Iorveth was mean to him. He'd desperately wanted any sort of attention back then, but now he's become picky.
Luckily, he has the version of Iorveth that only calls him 'fool' in that exasperated-but-loving tone now, not the version that calls him 'fool' with a tone that suggests he thinks Astarion is one jingly hat away from being a court jester. Everything about Iorveth is sweet now, and Astarion's heart squeezes as he lets his leg rest on the soft pillow.
The navel kiss is also very endearing, but it's also close to more— fraught parts of his body, and he feels twin frissons of nervousness and excitement up his spine. ]
—Ah, my love, [ he says, trying to sound breezy and undemanding as he smooths down Iorveth's hair, ] you know I hate to bark orders.
[ Said with a hint of wryness, because yes, giving orders is his favorite thing to do. Intimacy is still one place where he's not quite sure how to do that, though, or if he even should. ]
But it's just that after the hag, and all. [ It brought up some things. While being with Iorveth has never, ever made him feel bad, he still worries. It would be his worst nightmare if being close to Iorveth were in any way tainted. He sinks into the pillows, embarrassed at having to ask. ] Perhaps you might... go slow. Only this time, and then I'll be back on the wagon.
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Luckily, he has the version of Iorveth that only calls him 'fool' in that exasperated-but-loving tone now, not the version that calls him 'fool' with a tone that suggests he thinks Astarion is one jingly hat away from being a court jester. Everything about Iorveth is sweet now, and Astarion's heart squeezes as he lets his leg rest on the soft pillow.
The navel kiss is also very endearing, but it's also close to more— fraught parts of his body, and he feels twin frissons of nervousness and excitement up his spine. ]
—Ah, my love, [ he says, trying to sound breezy and undemanding as he smooths down Iorveth's hair, ] you know I hate to bark orders.
[ Said with a hint of wryness, because yes, giving orders is his favorite thing to do. Intimacy is still one place where he's not quite sure how to do that, though, or if he even should. ]
But it's just that after the hag, and all. [ It brought up some things. While being with Iorveth has never, ever made him feel bad, he still worries. It would be his worst nightmare if being close to Iorveth were in any way tainted. He sinks into the pillows, embarrassed at having to ask. ] Perhaps you might... go slow. Only this time, and then I'll be back on the wagon.