[ 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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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. ]