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Goldilocks

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CHARACTER NAME

Taryon Darrington

CIVILIAN NAME

Gary Jumbo

TEAM

Redemption

HOUSING NUMBER

005

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Comments

[likemybooks]

I can see why that's problematic.

[He drops beside Astarion, arms supporting him from behind, then leans onto Astarion's shoulder.]

Will you be alright?

[sanguivorous]

[He's stiff for a moment, then relaxes into him. He had missed his touch like this.]

I won't be going into a frenzy tonight, if that's what you mean.

[He just assumes Taryon is afraid he may lose control of himself, than being sympathetic in any other way. He doesn't sound bitter about it, it's a smart thing to worry about, after all.]

[likemybooks]

Oh, right, that's also important.

[He really should remember than he's going to regularly kiss what most people consider a monster.]

But do you need blood to heal? I know things are different for the undead. Just wondering.

[Very few seconds pass.] Hold on, I could offer a bit of blood.

[sanguivorous]

[He looks at him, surprised that that wasn't what he had meant, and smiles. He ducks his head, pressing his forehead against Taryon's jaw, affectionate.]

It does, yes.

[He doesn't lift his head, just snorts a bit of a laugh.]

Do you have a store of it somewhere? You strange, little man.

[likemybooks]

Not in some sort of bag! I thought you can drink a few drops of people. Like, poke them a bit and leave them woozy sort of thing. Not that I'm offering that much, just...well...to speed up the process.

[He rubs the back of his head.]

I figured it'd work. And I should at least thank you for saving my life. Twice.

[sanguivorous]

[He leans back to look at Taryon again, brows furrowed.]

Like...I nip your neck and just have a lick?

[likemybooks]

Well...

[He tries to smile, but it ends up as a grimace while he rubs the side of his neck with his fingers.

Fingers...he removes them from his neck.] Would these still work? Less like to have unsightly bite wounds.

[sanguivorous]

Ah.

[He touches the scars on his neck at that remark, frowning for a moment. It's an unsatisfactory pitch, as Astarion would much rather sink his teeth into Taryon's neck--in as tender of a way as possible, of course.

But the offer of even a taste of his blood? Even if Astarion is sure it would barely satiate his hunger, that simple offer can't be turned down.]

I wouldn't say no to a taste of you, my dear.

[likemybooks]

[The way that Astarion phrased that is worth some scoffing, but Taryon looks past it. It wouldn't be Astarion without a double entendre.

He holds out his pointer finger. It's clean, save for a dusting of a vitamin biscuit that he ate earlier.] I guess...this one? Will I feel a prick?

[sanguivorous]

Yes, you will. But I promise to be gentle about it.

[He is at a loss for a moment, however, unsure how to go about taking blood from a finger. Should he just chomp on it like a rambunctious dog? No, of course not. He takes Taryon's hand in his, guiding the pointing digit to his mouth, and though it isn't a neck, or any other meaty part of the body that would be nice to sink his fangs into, the fact this was to give him blood makes his stomach twist into an excited, hungry knot. He tells himself to calm down lest he does bite off the whole of Taryon's finger, and instead brings the tip to his lips to give it a nice kiss...

...and with a quick, small movement of his mouth, nicks it with his fang. The pain probably akin to a paper cut or an accidental prick on a needle.]

[likemybooks]

Alright... [It's all anything Taryon asks: to have his first time be gentle.

He had never been kissed on his hand, much less on the pad of a single finger. Something tightens inside him as he watches Astarion dab his lips on his skin...

And that tightness disappears with a quick, shallow slice. The tension shoots out like a shockwave, and he flinches at the slight pain.]

Ah! [His cut finger curls upward against Astarion's mouth.] Sorry, I just felt that. I'm fine.

[sanguivorous]

[Taryon's finger jams up into his gums and flicks out of his lips before he could even get a taste of blood.]

Augh!

[He exclaims, touching his mouth over where the finger had jerked out, and gives a big sigh.]

It's okay. Now you know what to expect in the future, darling. May I?

[He holds out his hand, eyes drawn to the bead of red forming on the finger...]
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[likemybooks]

[Naturally, Taryon wants to wash that bit of blood away, but now with a use for that injury, he keeps it still for Astarion to take.]

Just enough so you feel better, please.

[sanguivorous]

[He could tell him now that there was no way he could get enough blood from a small prick on his finger to even take the edge off his hunger, but then he would probably rescind his offer.

So instead, he says simply as he takes his hand back in his:]

Of course, my dear, no more than that. You will still have rosiness to your perfect little cheeks when I am finished.

[The fingertip is pressed to his lips again, and he can smell the blood, overwhelming. Savory. Sweet.

With a soft moan he absolutely did not mean to make, he draws the finger into his mouth and the first drop of blood smears on his tongue. He begins to suck gently, urging more drops to come.]

[likemybooks]

[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.]

[sanguivorous]

[Unaware of the way he looks to the other man, Astarion continues to drink from his finger, shut eyelids fluttering every time he gets a few more drops to flow onto his tongue. Without thought, he eagerly swipes the tip of his tongue over the pad of his finger, as if they would help to coax more out.]

[likemybooks]

Ghh--

[Nope, nope, this is exactly what Tary thinks is happening, he wishes he didn't have enough experience to be familiar with those tongue movements, but he's in too deep and he can't tell his own tired and injured boyfriend that he has to stop doing that with this eyes.

Especially because that would mean calling attention to how red his face has become, because damn...Astarion really looks like that during sex?]

[sanguivorous]

[Without being told to stop, he continues to suckle and flutter his long lashes, adding a sigh through his nose every now and then when the blood tastes particularly piquant.

Soon, however, the finger stops providing anything more than the merest morsel. For a moment he thinks about opening a new wound, but no, that was just his hunger talking. After a quick inner reprimand, he removes the finger from his mouth, tongue running over his lips to clean it over lingering blood and saliva.]

Ah... Taryon, your blood is sublime.

[likemybooks]

Ah. Hm. [He removes his finger from Astarion's hand, sets it on his lap, and prays that nothing untoward is witnessed down there.] Alright. Good to know my blood is of the highest quality.

[It hits him that maybe he's just weird and perverted and saw something dirty in what was a normal feeding. He's thinking of Astarion as a sex object, that's what. Vampires are connected with sexual themes, and he's acted inappropriately when Astarion did not need it.

...Which only paints Tary in a worse light. Time to change the subject.]

So, does it mean you'll be well enough to walk about!!

[sanguivorous]

[Fortunately for Taryon, his eyes don't follow the retreating finger this time, so any unslightly bulges are currently unseen. However, now that he's past that haze of enjoyment, he notices how flushed he is.

Was that a good flush? Or was he feeling faint? Wait, no, that would make him pale. A small grin grows on his lips.]

Honestly? It barely touched my hunger. But . . . if you would prefer to be alone after all, I can make it back to my room.

[He is rather sure Taryon isn't trying to push him away again, so he says that with a sort of wistfulness, like an orphan child who thought he had just found a nice place to stay but now was told he couldn't.]

[likemybooks]

[Taryon's heartstrings, his one weakness! Among many others, but disappointing his friend is one of them. The solution, then, is not to push him out of the room heartlessly but ensure he doesn't stay long enough.]

It's alright. You can stay a bit longer. [Not the night, obviously. He shifts on the bed to angle himself a bit further from Astarion.] Did you want to want to tell me something before you leave?

[sanguivorous]

[Not the night? That's disappointing. But he still smiles at him for the offer.

However, the last bit threw him. Taryon wasn't expecting an "I love you", was he? He did seem the sort to possibly want it, but Astarion also didn't want to be that dishonest.]

Did I?

[likemybooks]

Um.

[Astarion was lonely, he came over to spend time with Taryon...]

I figured you wanted to be here for more than some food, that's all. [He rubs his cheek. Is his face hot? It doesn't feel warm to the touch.] Or...were you thinking of sleeping here...? [It's clear he's nervous about the prospect - but they've shared a bed many times before.]

[sanguivorous]

Oh, I see.

[Taryon had just meant talking. Like two normal people would. Feeling awkward himself now, he adjusts the loose, plain shirt he wears.]

I would like to. But only if you would like me to, of course! [In a smaller voice, he admits.] I rather missed you, you know. And you had me on edge all fight long!

[likemybooks]

I, too! [He turns to face Astarion, which also ends with his lower half being more visible.] It's...I know I should have spoken with you earlier, but...well. You...

[He nibbles on his lip.] It's still difficult for me, when it comes to romance. You've...seen my first. I ruined-- [no no Astarion said it wasn't his fault.] I don't know what I would say if I ever saw him again.

But...thank you for looking out for me. I never really properly thanked you for that.