[ Oh, that's diabolical. Of all the things to be denied, being denied a kiss is somehow the worst of it; Iorveth frowns despite himself, pulling back with visible difficulty to bury his face in his pillow. ]
Of all the things to put in my mouth, [ he groans, ] it had to be those words.
[ But, well. Iorveth preached the power of no, so he'll have to live with it. He still thinks it's diabolical, though－ he can live without sex, but Astarion might actually see Iorveth squirm if he withholds kisses for an extended period of time. The immovable, impenetrable fortress that is Iorveth of the Northern Forests, getting grumpier and grumpier because one evil cat won't let him kiss.
Torture. Iorveth keeps moving his hand, feeling close but strangely dissatisfied. He shudders, tenses, and sighs again, his palm a slick mess, sweat beading on his temple. Almost, he murmurs, but his idle fancies fail him; all he can think about is how Astarion is Right There, but just out of reach. ]
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Of all the things to put in my mouth, [ he groans, ] it had to be those words.
[ But, well. Iorveth preached the power of no, so he'll have to live with it. He still thinks it's diabolical, though－ he can live without sex, but Astarion might actually see Iorveth squirm if he withholds kisses for an extended period of time. The immovable, impenetrable fortress that is Iorveth of the Northern Forests, getting grumpier and grumpier because one evil cat won't let him kiss.
Torture. Iorveth keeps moving his hand, feeling close but strangely dissatisfied. He shudders, tenses, and sighs again, his palm a slick mess, sweat beading on his temple. Almost, he murmurs, but his idle fancies fail him; all he can think about is how Astarion is Right There, but just out of reach. ]