[It would be a shame to be boringly predictable, after all, and Astarion thinks going in for kiss first and bite later is certainly enough to keep the other on his toes. (And maybe, bafflingly even to himself, a simple kiss sounds just as delectable as a bite.)
Winter’s touch makes a shiver run down his spine—now there’s a line he should use on him later—but the vampire responds only by deepening the kiss, urging his mouth open just enough to let him slip his tongue in, exploring. Warm, connected.
They’ll get to the bite. He just wants this indulgence first.]
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Winter’s touch makes a shiver run down his spine—now there’s a line he should use on him later—but the vampire responds only by deepening the kiss, urging his mouth open just enough to let him slip his tongue in, exploring. Warm, connected.
They’ll get to the bite. He just wants this indulgence first.]