He knows what he wants but he's never asked for it before. Not from Astarion, not from any of his adoring 'subjects'. There had only been a few who knew, who'd give it to him, who felt safe.

And he's killed them because they weren't. He'd killed them both and he'd kill them again if he had to. Fuck. Ignoring that and moving on.

"Tear me up, babe," he hears his mouth saying, almost like a man possessed. And isn't he just? "Rip me to pieces and let my blood sink into your skin. Hurt me and kiss me and make me bleed."