[ It's hard to tell what feels more pleasurable, Iorveth's hand between his legs or his voice saying 'Iorveth Ancunín'.
It's the latter. The hand feels very good, of course, gentle and slow and creating a faint damp spot against the front of his smallclothes, but the sound of Iorveth's name followed by his own sends shivers down his spine. The possessive little part inside of him purrs; mine, all mine. It's very, very difficult to resist the urge to push Iorveth onto his back and really make him feel like Iorveth Ancunín, but Astarion does only because he fears his leg might give out during the process and humiliate him.
He kisses the junction between Iorveth's ear and jaw instead, before scraping the flats of his teeth across the soft flesh of his earlobe. 'Minimal action' really isn't for him. ]
I'll call you nothing but 'Mr. Ancunín' for the rest of time. [ Another scrape of his teeth, this time against the underside of Iorveth's jaw. Gods, he really could devour Iorveth. ] ...Or perhaps I'll call you 'husband' instead.
[ It's the first time either of them have said the word. The sensation of it in his mouth is sweet, and it sends another nervous tingle up his back. ]
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It's the latter. The hand feels very good, of course, gentle and slow and creating a faint damp spot against the front of his smallclothes, but the sound of Iorveth's name followed by his own sends shivers down his spine. The possessive little part inside of him purrs; mine, all mine. It's very, very difficult to resist the urge to push Iorveth onto his back and really make him feel like Iorveth Ancunín, but Astarion does only because he fears his leg might give out during the process and humiliate him.
He kisses the junction between Iorveth's ear and jaw instead, before scraping the flats of his teeth across the soft flesh of his earlobe. 'Minimal action' really isn't for him. ]
I'll call you nothing but 'Mr. Ancunín' for the rest of time. [ Another scrape of his teeth, this time against the underside of Iorveth's jaw. Gods, he really could devour Iorveth. ] ...Or perhaps I'll call you 'husband' instead.
[ It's the first time either of them have said the word. The sensation of it in his mouth is sweet, and it sends another nervous tingle up his back. ]