[ The whole world narrows down to his fangs at Iorveth's neck. No more anxiety, no more worries, just blood above and the sensation of being stretched below. On a rational level, he understands that he can't just take and take and take from Iorveth until he has no more blood left to give, but on a feral animal level, he wants to consume every last drop of Iorveth.
Unhealthy. Codependent. A little (or maybe a lot) toxic. Maybe if Iorveth met him two centuries ago, he'd be able to love Iorveth normally. Then again, Iorveth probably would have hated his guts.
At the warning hum, Astarion instinctively presses closer, grip around Iorveth's head tighter, like he wants to refuse to stop. It's only once his thinking brain kicks in that he's able to tear himself away, face messy from trying to feed upside down. ]
Sorry.
[ He doesn't need to breathe, but somehow he feels breathless. ]
Oh, [ is a sigh at the feeling of Iorveth's fingers, his body weight, his everything. ] I can't help myself with you.
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Unhealthy. Codependent. A little (or maybe a lot) toxic. Maybe if Iorveth met him two centuries ago, he'd be able to love Iorveth normally. Then again, Iorveth probably would have hated his guts.
At the warning hum, Astarion instinctively presses closer, grip around Iorveth's head tighter, like he wants to refuse to stop. It's only once his thinking brain kicks in that he's able to tear himself away, face messy from trying to feed upside down. ]
Sorry.
[ He doesn't need to breathe, but somehow he feels breathless. ]
Oh, [ is a sigh at the feeling of Iorveth's fingers, his body weight, his everything. ] I can't help myself with you.