[ The embarrassment (and pleasure from it) makes the Xenk's blood practically run into his fangs in its hurry to color Xenk's face. He drinks it reverently, careful not to lose a single drop.
Fenris's touch reminds him he wants to touch, too. One hand on Xenk's opposite shoulder to steady him. With his free hand he reaches for Fenris's hand. It takes him a moment to find it, occupied as he is, but once he does he holds tight to keep him near.
If Xenk has managed to remove his curse, then Astarion has to be careful not to drink too much. But he's been drinking enough from others lately (and what a thought that is) that he has a good sense of it. In the meantime, he can simply indulge in his taste as his body warms and comes alive for him. ]
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Fenris's touch reminds him he wants to touch, too. One hand on Xenk's opposite shoulder to steady him. With his free hand he reaches for Fenris's hand. It takes him a moment to find it, occupied as he is, but once he does he holds tight to keep him near.
If Xenk has managed to remove his curse, then Astarion has to be careful not to drink too much. But he's been drinking enough from others lately (and what a thought that is) that he has a good sense of it. In the meantime, he can simply indulge in his taste as his body warms and comes alive for him. ]