"Never," Astarion breathes, shucking off his shirt easily and then reaching for Jacob's. He wants bare skin against bare skin and the intimacy that privacy offers.
"I'll remember in a hundred years how your blood feels in my throat."
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Date: 2024-11-01 11:40 am (UTC)"Never," Astarion breathes, shucking off his shirt easily and then reaching for Jacob's. He wants bare skin against bare skin and the intimacy that privacy offers.
"I'll remember in a hundred years how your blood feels in my throat."