[ Again, Astarion finds Iorveth utterly incomprehensible; he sees no problem with getting nothing done other than rewarding Iorveth's cock. Most days now, he wakes with very little desire to do anything other than put his hands and mouth all over Iorveth's body, and perhaps a little light reading in between.
It's a bit alarming, actually, how badly he wants to be close to Iorveth. He's still unaccustomed to tolerating another person's presence, much less wanting to be around them all the time, to hold their hand, to slip his hands underneath their shirt. He's decided that these novel feelings are frightening, yes, but also exciting. As much as he wants to run away from them, he wants to luxuriate in them more.
His hand pulls back. If Iorveth doesn't want to ask him to tend to him, as he'd put it, he won't. Besides, on a more selfish note, there's something terribly stirring about watching restrained Iorveth touch himself through his trousers. ]
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It's a bit alarming, actually, how badly he wants to be close to Iorveth. He's still unaccustomed to tolerating another person's presence, much less wanting to be around them all the time, to hold their hand, to slip his hands underneath their shirt. He's decided that these novel feelings are frightening, yes, but also exciting. As much as he wants to run away from them, he wants to luxuriate in them more.
His hand pulls back. If Iorveth doesn't want to ask him to tend to him, as he'd put it, he won't. Besides, on a more selfish note, there's something terribly stirring about watching restrained Iorveth touch himself through his trousers. ]
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