[ Oh, he loves to hear that sweet word on Iorveth's lips: yes. A lifetime of 'no', and now there's nothing that scratches the itch in the back of his brain quite as much as Iorveth's immediate and unthinking agreement. It is, of course, absolutely insane to so much as suggest that they should just spend eternity rolling around in bed together, but that just makes Iorveth's acquiescence all the better. ]
Yes, [ he sighs with a smile, almost dreamy in nature. It's hard to tell if it's agreeing with Iorveth's agreement, or just an echo of the thing he likes most to hear. It doesn't matter, because it's the last thing he says before he devolves into soft sounds of pleasure, the sort that he once couldn't tolerate coming from himself. He hardly thinks of the shame that used to make him muffle them now; Iorveth should know exactly how he makes Astarion feel, which is wonderful.
There's nothing explosive about the climax, just gentle hands and a steadily building pressure low in his stomach until he tenses and trembles. It's perfect. Not overwhelming or scary, just pleasurable. He isn't quite so gentle, though, and he squeezes on the downstroke, firm and encouraging. ]
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Yes, [ he sighs with a smile, almost dreamy in nature. It's hard to tell if it's agreeing with Iorveth's agreement, or just an echo of the thing he likes most to hear. It doesn't matter, because it's the last thing he says before he devolves into soft sounds of pleasure, the sort that he once couldn't tolerate coming from himself. He hardly thinks of the shame that used to make him muffle them now; Iorveth should know exactly how he makes Astarion feel, which is wonderful.
There's nothing explosive about the climax, just gentle hands and a steadily building pressure low in his stomach until he tenses and trembles. It's perfect. Not overwhelming or scary, just pleasurable. He isn't quite so gentle, though, and he squeezes on the downstroke, firm and encouraging. ]