[ Astarion whines, and that's Iorveth's cue to slowly turn the dial up from 'gentle and slow' to 'gentle, but with purpose'. Without quite matching the roughness with which Astarion handles him, he stops petting and starts stroking in earnest, tracing and thumbing with indulgent, long snaps of his wrist. Enjoying the way Astarion feels in his hand, the surprising warmth of him against Iorveth's skin.
(The desire to slip down and put his mouth on that perfect cock still looms large, but he can be patient. Maybe when Astarion gets better, and has two good hands to pull his hair with.)
A low sigh, trembling, and Iorveth leans in for a kiss. Overwhelmed, a bit, by the thought that Astarion would want to spend an eternity in bed with him. It's the most debauched thing he's heard out of that perfect mouth, and Iorveth tries to taste that sentiment on Astarion's tongue as he huffs and bucks into the hand closed around him, feeling his arousal mount from an itch to a full-bodied burn. ]
Yes, [ he pants, without really knowing what the hells he's agreeing to; it's just the prevailing thought left in his head. Yes, yes, yes. He quickens his pace somewhat, hands and hips moving with slightly more urgency. ] As long as it's with you.
[ Burying his face in Astarion's neck, leaving another bitemark. ]
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(The desire to slip down and put his mouth on that perfect cock still looms large, but he can be patient. Maybe when Astarion gets better, and has two good hands to pull his hair with.)
A low sigh, trembling, and Iorveth leans in for a kiss. Overwhelmed, a bit, by the thought that Astarion would want to spend an eternity in bed with him. It's the most debauched thing he's heard out of that perfect mouth, and Iorveth tries to taste that sentiment on Astarion's tongue as he huffs and bucks into the hand closed around him, feeling his arousal mount from an itch to a full-bodied burn. ]
Yes, [ he pants, without really knowing what the hells he's agreeing to; it's just the prevailing thought left in his head. Yes, yes, yes. He quickens his pace somewhat, hands and hips moving with slightly more urgency. ] As long as it's with you.
[ Burying his face in Astarion's neck, leaving another bitemark. ]