[ This is definitely not something they should be doing when Gale could be sitting right outside, casting Deafness on himself. The arousal coursing through him makes it difficult to care. He isn't sure whether it belongs to himself or Iorveth—or if perhaps it's a mingling of the two, so intertwined as to become indistinguishable—but it hardly matters.
He smiles, pleased at Iorveth offering up such vulnerable, private thoughts. The strength of that burn makes him feel hot in a pleasant way, like lying in the sun on a summer day. In the image he sends back, it's Iorveth who's pinned to the mattress, shirt off but ring still dangling from its chain. Astarion imagines biting him, marking the tanned expanse of his skin with blooming red impressions of his teeth on his neck, his chest, his hip.
His fingers twitch, yearning to touch, but when he reaches out it's only the edge of Iorveth's waistband that he catches between his thumb and forefinger. ]
Take these off, darling. [ A command softened by the pet name. Demanding but affectionate. He knows how it feels to be ordered around without fondness. ] I want to see you.
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He smiles, pleased at Iorveth offering up such vulnerable, private thoughts. The strength of that burn makes him feel hot in a pleasant way, like lying in the sun on a summer day. In the image he sends back, it's Iorveth who's pinned to the mattress, shirt off but ring still dangling from its chain. Astarion imagines biting him, marking the tanned expanse of his skin with blooming red impressions of his teeth on his neck, his chest, his hip.
His fingers twitch, yearning to touch, but when he reaches out it's only the edge of Iorveth's waistband that he catches between his thumb and forefinger. ]
Take these off, darling. [ A command softened by the pet name. Demanding but affectionate. He knows how it feels to be ordered around without fondness. ] I want to see you.