[ His hair brushes Iorveth's jaw again as he ducks his head to nibble at the thin skin behind Iorveth's ear, gentle even though he'd rather be anything but. This sort of light biting that draws little blood if any doesn't fully satisfy his vampiric urges, but if nothing else, it's enrichment. The points of his teeth scrape across Iorveth's skin, and Astarion could swear he hears the blood rushing through those veins.
Meanwhile, he lets his fingertips wander down toward Iorveth's groin, touch light as he grazes Iorveth's cock. There's nothing resembling rhythm in his touch, no discernable intent. Touching for the sake of touching. ]
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Meanwhile, he lets his fingertips wander down toward Iorveth's groin, touch light as he grazes Iorveth's cock. There's nothing resembling rhythm in his touch, no discernable intent. Touching for the sake of touching. ]
Mmm — maybe if you beg very well.