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.]
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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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?]
[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. 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!!
[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.]
[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?
[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.]
[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.]
[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!
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.
[Another touch does not help his existing issues, but it steadies his thoughts. Taryon recalls the few lovers Astarion remembers by name: the kind Sebastian and whoever this Tav was. Astarion has a point, and yet he's the one who put himself in the crosshairs by apologizing to Tary and Johnny. He's doing a better job at the whole being a boyfriend thing.]
...It's nice. Having you look out for me. You know, it's kind of funny thay I think you're one of the most caring people I know when I first thought you a charlatan. [A smile at the elf, his face weary with the years of slavery he endured yet wearing such soft eyes.] I'm glad I was proven to be wrong.
Ugh, disgusting. Almost as vile a thing to say about me as your speech was to your possessed friend.
[Dramatics. Nothing but dramatics.]
I'm merely keeping safe the man that I want. [He leans in, head tilting just so, intending to kiss the human after his theatrics were done.] Pure selfishness.
I think I did pretty good with that speech. It brought her back didn't it?
[He grins with the knowledge that his sappy tactics won the battle. Astarion is stuck with this man whether he accepts it or not.]
I don't mind a bit of selfishness from my adoring fan. [He leans in, the hero accepting a congratulatory kiss from the dashing rogue who bore witness to his actions. As their lips touch, he curls their joined hands together, pulling it up his lap and holding it just at the waist.
Interesting that he doesn't taste blood. He tastes just like Astarion as always.]
She must have winced so greatly in embarrassment she fainted.
[He had already told Taryon he was proud of him on the battlefield, so he feels he's allowed to tease him like this.
The kiss was as sweet as the one in the graveyard, after long days of missing Taryon; as heavenly as his blood. His grin turns soft under his lips, and he shifts closer as Taryon holds his hand to his body, the kiss turning from playful to tender. Their thighs touch; Astarion puts his free hand to the bed just behind Taryon, leaning into the embrace just slightly.]
[They could sit here, holding one another and not moving an inch, all night. It's been a good week. Loves rekindled, friends reunited, and to top it off, Astarion is smiling around him again. How could Tary have ever been angry at him?
Their bodies begin to press into each other, and Taryon recalls the fantasies conjured by Astarion sucking blood from his finger. There was a call to act on the heat pooling to his gut that he thankfully ignored, but it returns now. It could be fun. It could be awful. Astarion had enough people view him as something to satisfy their desires with.
Don't do it, he tells himself. Don't think about how you thighs are right next to each other, don't think about him moving on top of you, do not think about how he moaned...
As Astarion leans closer, their hands shift, and he'll easily feel something hard in Taryon's trousers. Perhaps its just one of his gaming devices.]
[Astarion could have easily been persuaded to lay down, wrap Taryon's arms about himself, and fallen asleep. Happily so, he was very tired, after all.
However, when the back of his hand is nudged into a familiar shape in Taryon's trousers, he is surprised enough to break the kiss with an inquisitive sound, glancing down.]
[Taryon hums, confused, when Astarion suddenly breaks the kiss. He follows Astarion's line of sight -]
Uh. [There's no hiding that, and he can't tell if that's an interested "oh" or a hesitant "oh".] I'm so sorry, I'm not trying to do anything I- it's unintentional. That happens, right?
[He smiles in the hopes that Astarion's attention is caught by his dazzling face than his inopportune boner.]
Really. [He lets go of Astarion's hand.] You don't have to worry about anything.
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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?
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[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.]
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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.
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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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Just enough so you feel better, please.
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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.]
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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.]
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[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?]
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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.
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[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!!
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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.]
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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?
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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?
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[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.]
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[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!
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[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.
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He chuckles.]
Darling, both of us have rubbish romantic histories. Or lack thereof. You really shouldn't fuss too much.
[Blindly, he reaches out to put his hand over Taryon's that rest on his thigh, so dangerously close to what ails his lower extremities.]
And of course. There's nothing else here I would rather protect.
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...It's nice. Having you look out for me. You know, it's kind of funny thay I think you're one of the most caring people I know when I first thought you a charlatan. [A smile at the elf, his face weary with the years of slavery he endured yet wearing such soft eyes.] I'm glad I was proven to be wrong.
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[Dramatics. Nothing but dramatics.]
I'm merely keeping safe the man that I want. [He leans in, head tilting just so, intending to kiss the human after his theatrics were done.] Pure selfishness.
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[He grins with the knowledge that his sappy tactics won the battle. Astarion is stuck with this man whether he accepts it or not.]
I don't mind a bit of selfishness from my adoring fan. [He leans in, the hero accepting a congratulatory kiss from the dashing rogue who bore witness to his actions. As their lips touch, he curls their joined hands together, pulling it up his lap and holding it just at the waist.
Interesting that he doesn't taste blood. He tastes just like Astarion as always.]
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[He had already told Taryon he was proud of him on the battlefield, so he feels he's allowed to tease him like this.
The kiss was as sweet as the one in the graveyard, after long days of missing Taryon; as heavenly as his blood. His grin turns soft under his lips, and he shifts closer as Taryon holds his hand to his body, the kiss turning from playful to tender. Their thighs touch; Astarion puts his free hand to the bed just behind Taryon, leaning into the embrace just slightly.]
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Their bodies begin to press into each other, and Taryon recalls the fantasies conjured by Astarion sucking blood from his finger. There was a call to act on the heat pooling to his gut that he thankfully ignored, but it returns now. It could be fun. It could be awful. Astarion had enough people view him as something to satisfy their desires with.
Don't do it, he tells himself. Don't think about how you thighs are right next to each other, don't think about him moving on top of you, do not think about how he moaned...
As Astarion leans closer, their hands shift, and he'll easily feel something hard in Taryon's trousers. Perhaps its just one of his gaming devices.]
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However, when the back of his hand is nudged into a familiar shape in Taryon's trousers, he is surprised enough to break the kiss with an inquisitive sound, glancing down.]
...oh.
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Uh. [There's no hiding that, and he can't tell if that's an interested "oh" or a hesitant "oh".] I'm so sorry, I'm not trying to do anything I- it's unintentional. That happens, right?
[He smiles in the hopes that Astarion's attention is caught by his dazzling face than his inopportune boner.]
Really. [He lets go of Astarion's hand.] You don't have to worry about anything.
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