[ Iorveth usually clings to his composure so hard his knuckles whiten. Watching him fall apart makes every bit of Astarion tingle with satisfaction from his head to his toes. He touches Iorveth through his orgasm and after, hand running lightly against his softening erection, before pressing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean.
Another room, Iorveth says, and Astarion briefly considers the fact that someone could be sitting outside these drapes, too polite to mention that they just heard Iorveth come. He finds that he isn't too bothered by the prospect. ]
Or we could just be very quiet.
[ He'll learn Silence. ]
—Was that all right?
[ Not the handjob, which he feels confident was above average; if there's anything he's skilled with, it's his hands. He means the way he behaved, the withholding, telling Iorveth 'no'. Iorveth had seemed to enjoy himself in the moment, but he can't help but feel uncertain now. ]
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Another room, Iorveth says, and Astarion briefly considers the fact that someone could be sitting outside these drapes, too polite to mention that they just heard Iorveth come. He finds that he isn't too bothered by the prospect. ]
Or we could just be very quiet.
[ He'll learn Silence. ]
—Was that all right?
[ Not the handjob, which he feels confident was above average; if there's anything he's skilled with, it's his hands. He means the way he behaved, the withholding, telling Iorveth 'no'. Iorveth had seemed to enjoy himself in the moment, but he can't help but feel uncertain now. ]