[Often, willingly feeding a vampire’s not a good idea. They might just come back expecting more. But maybe in this case, that’s not necessarily a bad thing for either party.
The way Winter tastes, the way his pulse flitters just beneath his skin. Even the low rumble of his chest as he sighs out his name. It’s really, truly sublime, and his fingers curl a little tighter into his shirt. Oh, he would very much like to extend this encounter longer than what would be wise, but that would eke into dangerous territory for Winter’s health, and Astarion will not risk that, no matter how pleasurable this is. No matter how much it sates his appetite.
So, eventually, but sadly, he does retract himself, slipping his fangs out and lifting his chin. Astarion swallows the remnants of Winter’s blood down, his look hazy. But absolutely satisfied.]
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The way Winter tastes, the way his pulse flitters just beneath his skin. Even the low rumble of his chest as he sighs out his name. It’s really, truly sublime, and his fingers curl a little tighter into his shirt. Oh, he would very much like to extend this encounter longer than what would be wise, but that would eke into dangerous territory for Winter’s health, and Astarion will not risk that, no matter how pleasurable this is. No matter how much it sates his appetite.
So, eventually, but sadly, he does retract himself, slipping his fangs out and lifting his chin. Astarion swallows the remnants of Winter’s blood down, his look hazy. But absolutely satisfied.]
Mmn. Delectable.
[His lips are stained a bit red.]