[Fenris cocks an eyebrow at that, curious and watching, moving forward to pet his hands down his lovers' forms. Feeling the warmth and joy spreading between them all in this moment.
He doesn't feel like an intruder like he might otherwise, he feels welcome and wanted and that is enough for him to not step away in this moment.]
[ Xenk's face warms -- Astarion and Fenris' scandalous words certainly have an effect on him. Tyr would not condemn him for enjoying of his lovers, nor would he damn him for giving in to his desires to find himself at the receiving end of a vampire's bite. Surely? Surely. Nothing was being taken that was not offered, and nothing was offered that Xenk did not have plenty to give.
Xenk bares his neck easily before the bite comes -- sharp and bright pain blooms from the points of Astarion's fangs but the contact makes Xenk feel present, and brings with it a warm wave of want and desire. He wraps an arm around Astarion's waist to keep him close, a soft gasp leaving his lips as he settles into the pleasure of the bite. ]
My love for you both is no secret. I break--ah--no Oath in this.
[ His words lack any bite, more for show than anything. The truth is of course that the idea of Tyr watching warms him. With Astarion licking his way up his arm obscenely it's enough, but to now find himself at the mercy of a vampire and feel the approving caress of Fenris' own kisses makes it truly so that there is no doubt in him. Let Tye watch what his steward enters in willingly. Let him see how his paladin melts with affection under the perfect gaze of the men he loves. For surely no god who claims an alignment to Good could find any fault in this. ]
[ 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. ]
[Fenris realizes just how wanted here he is with the way Astarion grabs for his hand, it makes him feel right to be here as he brings the Elf's hand to his lips and kisses at his knuckles. His freehand is at Xenk's lower back, keeping the man steady under the pleasure of Astarion's bite.
Fenris understands, he also finds himself often wanting to buckle under his lover's teeth and need, it's an experience unlike any other, so he finds himself glad for Xenk to have it. Again he kisses Xenk's shoulder, lips traveling between his two lovers with ease.
They were beautiful, he was memorized by it.
Perhaps he shouldn't have doubted the validity of his gift.]
[ Not to worry, Astarion. Xenk only needs a single hand to heal himself, and this is something he can do. With the hand holding the coin, he presses close to his chest, a warm, golden light springing forth from his hands to heal him as the drain becomes noticeable.
It hardly is, though. The heat from Astarion's lips and the pull of his fangs, in his hold, is enough to draw the breath from him in the very best of ways. It is absolute pleasure, coating his insides with warmth that ebb and flow up his neck, towards Astarion. Every point of contact from them feels that much warmer, with Fenris' touch forming an almost closed circuit of contact between the three of them, feeding the desire and need that was presently fueled by the bite.
Yet Xenk would be happy simply like this. Surrounded by his lovers, held and supported. He thinks perhaps he has not experienced true joy before, for nothing in his long life has ever felt so good. Even the light of Tyr pales in comparison to this. ]
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He doesn't feel like an intruder like he might otherwise, he feels welcome and wanted and that is enough for him to not step away in this moment.]
Keeping secrets from your Tyr, scandalous.
[He kisses each of their shoulders, watching.]
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Xenk bares his neck easily before the bite comes -- sharp and bright pain blooms from the points of Astarion's fangs but the contact makes Xenk feel present, and brings with it a warm wave of want and desire. He wraps an arm around Astarion's waist to keep him close, a soft gasp leaving his lips as he settles into the pleasure of the bite. ]
My love for you both is no secret. I break--ah--no Oath in this.
[ His words lack any bite, more for show than anything. The truth is of course that the idea of Tyr watching warms him. With Astarion licking his way up his arm obscenely it's enough, but to now find himself at the mercy of a vampire and feel the approving caress of Fenris' own kisses makes it truly so that there is no doubt in him. Let Tye watch what his steward enters in willingly. Let him see how his paladin melts with affection under the perfect gaze of the men he loves. For surely no god who claims an alignment to Good could find any fault in this. ]
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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. ]
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Fenris understands, he also finds himself often wanting to buckle under his lover's teeth and need, it's an experience unlike any other, so he finds himself glad for Xenk to have it. Again he kisses Xenk's shoulder, lips traveling between his two lovers with ease.
They were beautiful, he was memorized by it.
Perhaps he shouldn't have doubted the validity of his gift.]
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It hardly is, though. The heat from Astarion's lips and the pull of his fangs, in his hold, is enough to draw the breath from him in the very best of ways. It is absolute pleasure, coating his insides with warmth that ebb and flow up his neck, towards Astarion. Every point of contact from them feels that much warmer, with Fenris' touch forming an almost closed circuit of contact between the three of them, feeding the desire and need that was presently fueled by the bite.
Yet Xenk would be happy simply like this. Surrounded by his lovers, held and supported. He thinks perhaps he has not experienced true joy before, for nothing in his long life has ever felt so good. Even the light of Tyr pales in comparison to this. ]