[With a buried noise of overwound restraint brought to its damning limit, Astarion's feigned control gives way— fangs set against skin through a flexing of his jaw; sharpness gripping at its prey, rather than puncturing it, though the drive that led him here sees his instincts attempting to bite once— twice— and again, for good measure, leaving behind a host of superficial scuffs in the places where he isn't actively anchoring his mouth at the moment.
An exhale.
A line of crinkled agitation spanning the bridge of his nose, still grimacing in a silent snarl laid across nothing but the junction of Leto's throat into his shoulder, turning into roughened nuzzle after yet another beat.
....and then a groan.
Bloody vampiric emotions.
Bloody aggression, stirred up by affection he can't control.]
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[With a buried noise of overwound restraint brought to its damning limit, Astarion's feigned control gives way— fangs set against skin through a flexing of his jaw; sharpness gripping at its prey, rather than puncturing it, though the drive that led him here sees his instincts attempting to bite once— twice— and again, for good measure, leaving behind a host of superficial scuffs in the places where he isn't actively anchoring his mouth at the moment.
An exhale.
A line of crinkled agitation spanning the bridge of his nose, still grimacing in a silent snarl laid across nothing but the junction of Leto's throat into his shoulder, turning into roughened nuzzle after yet another beat.
....and then a groan.
Bloody vampiric emotions.
Bloody aggression, stirred up by affection he can't control.]
Bloody sentiment.
[It is so hard to be a vampire in love.]