[ Astarion is so sweet, Iorveth can hardly stand it. When he's more lucid, he'll think back to this perfect moment of trust and pleasure and happily reaffirm a truth that he already holds close to his heart: that he'd do anything to make sure that Astarion stays happy. His beautiful, lovely vampire, baggage and all.
It doesn't take long for Iorveth to follow Astarion down his own cliff, less of a sharp and sudden fall and more of a hop and a leap, encouraged by a clever hand. He makes his own soft sounds in return, gasps and pants that he tries to kiss into Astarion's mouth to middling success until the mind-numbing wave slowly recedes, leaving him pliant and relaxed where he's pressed against Astarion's side.
A moment to catch his breath later, he nuzzles his sweaty forehead against Astarion's shoulder. ]
...When your leg's healed, [ he murmurs, voice muffled, ] I wish to walk through the city with you during the day.
[ Hugging closer, minding the messy hand now gently tugging similarly-messy smallclothes from Astarion's person, pajama pants and all. It never feels nice to have gross underwear clinging to privates. ]
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It doesn't take long for Iorveth to follow Astarion down his own cliff, less of a sharp and sudden fall and more of a hop and a leap, encouraged by a clever hand. He makes his own soft sounds in return, gasps and pants that he tries to kiss into Astarion's mouth to middling success until the mind-numbing wave slowly recedes, leaving him pliant and relaxed where he's pressed against Astarion's side.
A moment to catch his breath later, he nuzzles his sweaty forehead against Astarion's shoulder. ]
...When your leg's healed, [ he murmurs, voice muffled, ] I wish to walk through the city with you during the day.
[ Hugging closer, minding the messy hand now gently tugging similarly-messy smallclothes from Astarion's person, pajama pants and all. It never feels nice to have gross underwear clinging to privates. ]