[ Oh, threaten him with a good time. Inhibitions shot, Iorveth feels nails raking gently against his skin and idly contemplates knifeplay like the unhinged elf that he is. ]
That would be more of what you deserve. [ Edging closer, pressing his lips to the pretty pointed shape of Astarion's ear. Being an elf is superior to humans in this one way, at least: more cartilage for Iorveth to nibble. ] If you get tired of using your teeth when you get peckish.
[ A little frisson of pleasure, just thinking about it. Do Not Romanticize Vampirism, the world warns, and yet. Iorveth sighs, skin warming a little more as he remembers the pleasantly painful-hazy sensation of being bitten. ]
...I'd allow it. [ Iorveth the control freak, only relinquishing it for the one person he trusts more than anyone else in the world. ] I'd enjoy it, even.
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That would be more of what you deserve. [ Edging closer, pressing his lips to the pretty pointed shape of Astarion's ear. Being an elf is superior to humans in this one way, at least: more cartilage for Iorveth to nibble. ] If you get tired of using your teeth when you get peckish.
[ A little frisson of pleasure, just thinking about it. Do Not Romanticize Vampirism, the world warns, and yet. Iorveth sighs, skin warming a little more as he remembers the pleasantly painful-hazy sensation of being bitten. ]
...I'd allow it. [ Iorveth the control freak, only relinquishing it for the one person he trusts more than anyone else in the world. ] I'd enjoy it, even.