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[Fenris would have welcomed the bite, but they move on from the kissing soon enough. In fact, moving on to his knees with ease as he starts to unlace and pull open the elf's pants with practiced fingers. Normally, he would take his time with the task, enjoying the slow feel of stripping him, the feel of skin revealed before him as they take the layers off him, but he wants his mouth on those hips.

So he bites at Astarion's hip bone as he pulls the pants loose and down.]

I would not be opposed to such things. [He kisses where he's bit, soothing over the abused skin gently with his lips as he helps Astarion step free of his pants with easy strength.]