[ Astarion's red eyes pin on Iorveth, trailing indulgently over the sharp structure of his face, the slight pink of arousal flushing over his tattoo, the chain still around his neck with the stolen ring attached. When they get down to his hand, long fingers tracing over the outline of his so-called wayward prick, Astarion shifts in place, desire tingling on his skin. It's difficult not to reach out and wrest control from him, to do what he'd planned to start with and make Iorveth come undone with his nimble hands, but watching Iorveth pleasure himself shoots a thrill up his spine that he's not ready to give up just yet.
Words would certainly suffice for him, and in fact just imagining Iorveth's voice saying all sorts of dirty things—mmm, maybe in Aen Seidhe—gives him goosebumps, but that can wait for later if it must. He lets the tadpole search for its kin, reaching out psionically across the tiny distance between them. ]
Show me, then.
[ His tone is demanding, almost performatively so, but the way his parasite nudges at Iorveth's is gentle, light. Unlike all the times previous that he'd barged right in through the door of Iorveth's mind, this time he knocks. If Iorveth wants to keep him out, he ensures that he can. A rare moment of restraint, considering there's nothing he wants more right now than to make himself at home in Iorveth's mind while he palms himself over his pants.
It's probably a very unseemly and ill-advised use of the parasites. He can't bring himself to care. ]
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Words would certainly suffice for him, and in fact just imagining Iorveth's voice saying all sorts of dirty things—mmm, maybe in Aen Seidhe—gives him goosebumps, but that can wait for later if it must. He lets the tadpole search for its kin, reaching out psionically across the tiny distance between them. ]
Show me, then.
[ His tone is demanding, almost performatively so, but the way his parasite nudges at Iorveth's is gentle, light. Unlike all the times previous that he'd barged right in through the door of Iorveth's mind, this time he knocks. If Iorveth wants to keep him out, he ensures that he can. A rare moment of restraint, considering there's nothing he wants more right now than to make himself at home in Iorveth's mind while he palms himself over his pants.
It's probably a very unseemly and ill-advised use of the parasites. He can't bring himself to care. ]