[ Astarion doesn't hear him, and perhaps that's a good thing. He wouldn't like it at all if he heard Iorveth talking about dying, especially from having his blood drained. Sometimes it does feel like he could, if he didn't control himself, but beyond the immediate satisfaction of having every drop of Iorveth's blood make its way down his throat, it isn't a pleasant thought.
He rarely hears anything when he's latched onto Iorveth's neck, though, and now is no different. The world is no bigger than his tongue and Iorveth's blood; he's quiet for a long time, save for swallowing and the soft sounds of satisfaction. ]
Have you any idea how sweet you taste? [ is breathed against his skin, a smile on his lips. ] You're perfect.
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He rarely hears anything when he's latched onto Iorveth's neck, though, and now is no different. The world is no bigger than his tongue and Iorveth's blood; he's quiet for a long time, save for swallowing and the soft sounds of satisfaction. ]
Have you any idea how sweet you taste? [ is breathed against his skin, a smile on his lips. ] You're perfect.