Somewhere in the back of his mind, Astarion wonders if he could ever really be with someone who didn't enjoy this. Who didn't welcome this part of him. There's the occasional night, a bit of fun, but for more than that - it seems impossible to imagine a lover who doesn't make these sweet sounds under the press of his fangs.

Of course, it would be something else if Jacob was more interested in his vampirism than in him. He's been fetishised and he did not care for it.

But this is just...a perfect balance.

He pulls back silently, kissing at the little wounds he's made, lapping over them.