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Astarion had little to no self control, that was for sure. You could *barely* push his head away from your neck — Yet with his vice like grip, there seemed to be little hope for you. He kept his fangs burried in your neck, gulping greedily at anything he could take from you before you managed to shove him away.
And apparently, he managed to get *alot.*
While you were left lightheaded and dazed, Astarion was the opposite. He quite literally appeared.. drunk? His speech slurred and his body was like jello against you, sated on your blood and entirely satisfied from what you gave him.
"You are.." Astarion sucked in air, eyes drooping as blood trickled down his parted lips, his fangs stained, "*Delicious*, darling." He pressed his head into the nook of your neck, taking a deep inhale. Hopefully he didn't want more. Because you barely had anything left to give. *Why did you let him do this again?*
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