essea: (45.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-09-11 12:19 am (UTC)

[ A low breath, a half-sigh. ]

If your perversion boils down to this, [ reaching for Astarion's hand to grip it, fingers laced with fingers for a moment before relinquishing, ] and this, [ another quick press of his lips, this time to Astarion's hair, ] I wouldn't complain.

[ Perversion might have lost its luster, if it ever had one to begin with. Iorveth wouldn't mind in either direction: he's enough of a freak to let Astarion tie him up if he wanted to try it, but also tired enough to be satisfied with cuddling for the rest of his life. An elf containing multitudes.

At any rate, the women and men in the brothel's employ filter back into their respective upstairs rooms, abandoning their eavesdropping positions after deciding that the two well-dressed elves probably won't be visiting them anytime soon. Iorveth huffs again.
]

Though I'll want to buy some oil. Just in case. [ Local freak elf, determined not to make the same mistake twice. ]

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