[ That little rub feels good; Iorveth tilts into that touch like that metaphorical friendly fox, bending towards Astarion's attention in a way that surprises even himself. ]
Iorveth Ancunín, [ he reminds Astarion after another open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, reinforcing a lovebite that he'd already made on the patio. ] ―Funny. I never thought I'd take anyone else's name.
[ Reverence made him bury his surname with his parents, and pride alongside purpose kept him from wanting another. He made himself into exactly who he needed to be, and that didn't involve tying himself to anyone else.
Famous last words. Here he is now, slowly working himself towards petting Astarion between his legs, unhurried and over his underwear, layering more kisses against that pretty mouth to prove that he's having a great time just paying attention to Astarion, actually. A murmured I love you in his language just for good measure, because he never wants to look back and regret not having said it enough. ]
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Iorveth Ancunín, [ he reminds Astarion after another open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, reinforcing a lovebite that he'd already made on the patio. ] ―Funny. I never thought I'd take anyone else's name.
[ Reverence made him bury his surname with his parents, and pride alongside purpose kept him from wanting another. He made himself into exactly who he needed to be, and that didn't involve tying himself to anyone else.
Famous last words. Here he is now, slowly working himself towards petting Astarion between his legs, unhurried and over his underwear, layering more kisses against that pretty mouth to prove that he's having a great time just paying attention to Astarion, actually. A murmured I love you in his language just for good measure, because he never wants to look back and regret not having said it enough. ]