[ Astarion could get used to the sound of Iorveth sighing his name, his breath hot against Astarion's skin. The sound of Iorveth's palm slipping against his erection makes Astarion's every hair stand on end, dusty red creeping up his neck like he's the one being touched. Iorveth nears him, nose brushing Astarion's in a way that's far too adorable for a man who has one hand on his cock, and Astarion practically vibrates with how badly he wants to be kissed.
Despite that, he turns his head, denying Iorveth's request. He isn't sure if he's ever denied anyone anything in bed. There's something very exciting about being able to withhold, to know that his affection is his to give and that it won't be forcibly taken from him. ]
I thought you said your wayward prick doesn't need me.
[ An uncharitable interpretation of what he actually said. ]
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Despite that, he turns his head, denying Iorveth's request. He isn't sure if he's ever denied anyone anything in bed. There's something very exciting about being able to withhold, to know that his affection is his to give and that it won't be forcibly taken from him. ]
I thought you said your wayward prick doesn't need me.
[ An uncharitable interpretation of what he actually said. ]
You wanted to take care of it on your own.