[It's a reassuring reminder that Taryon will not leave this room pale as a ghost and in need of additional medical attention, never mind draining him from a paper cut-level injury is near-impossible.
There's nothing else to look at other than Astarion, so Taryon's eyes are on his lips the instant his finger slips inside with a gentle moan. It had to be unintentional. Was it? The manner in which Astarion sucks on his fingers is too similar to a certain salacious act that it can't be a coincidence. As the question of whether feeding is that pleasurable darts around his brain, Tary is forced to stare at the wall and think of anything else in the world to stop the blush on his fair skin.
It's difficult when Astarion keeps on going in this manner.]
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There's nothing else to look at other than Astarion, so Taryon's eyes are on his lips the instant his finger slips inside with a gentle moan. It had to be unintentional. Was it? The manner in which Astarion sucks on his fingers is too similar to a certain salacious act that it can't be a coincidence. As the question of whether feeding is that pleasurable darts around his brain, Tary is forced to stare at the wall and think of anything else in the world to stop the blush on his fair skin.
It's difficult when Astarion keeps on going in this manner.]