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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-10-07 09:46 pm (UTC)

[ Not just the one bite, but several. This better not awaken something in me is quickly taken over by I can't believe I let him awaken this in me; the pinprick pain of broken skin followed by the strange adrenaline rush of being consumed is a dangerous combination, an intoxicating mess of sensation that leaves him, embarrassingly, a little hard by the time Astarion's bloodstained mouth finds his.

He plays it (as) cool (as he can). A slow, languid lick into Astarion's mouth, enjoying the intimacy more than the taste of copper. When he comes up for air, he strokes his fingers through silver hair, smoothing sleep-mussed curls.
]

...My cat has a biting problem.

[ Affectionately. He glances back and forth between the angry-red marks all along his forearm and Astarion's pretty mouth; his touch slides down from hair to cheek to lips, his thumb gently pressing inwards to trace the outline of one pointed fang. ]

At this rate, you will make me jealous every time you let someone else have your teeth.

[ "Have his teeth", Iorveth says, as if Astarion doesn't murder the person in the process of feeding from them. Details. It's just stupid, half-horny flirting― Astarion is entitled to bite anyone he likes. It's just that Iorveth will associate biting with said half-horny thoughts, now. ]

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