You didn't quite manage, did you? [ There's less of a bite to it, more of a rumble into Gale's hair now that he's distracted by the smell of blood, the quickened thump of his pulse.
The last time they were this close was back in the river, Gale holding him under. The slip of pleasure shared between their connection, Gale's real, for his goddess, Astarion's performed.
Astarion keeps his hand at Gale's hip but slips the other to his wrist, a loose hold, thumb resting on his pulse point and feeling the slickness of blood beneath. ]
You're bleeding. [ Astute. And undeniable that there's no real concern, there: just a quiet undercurrent of hunger. ]
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The last time they were this close was back in the river, Gale holding him under. The slip of pleasure shared between their connection, Gale's real, for his goddess, Astarion's performed.
Astarion keeps his hand at Gale's hip but slips the other to his wrist, a loose hold, thumb resting on his pulse point and feeling the slickness of blood beneath. ]
You're bleeding. [ Astute. And undeniable that there's no real concern, there: just a quiet undercurrent of hunger. ]