[Astarion had no desire to kill Gale -- at this particular moment anyway. He would happily gorge himself on Gale's blood like the greedy little leech he was, he also did not want to leave the wizard entirely bled dry. After all, ostensibly anyway, this had been an experiment to see if he could help Gale -- to see if this could be something symbiotic between them and not just a pretty parasite attached to his neck.
At least he was pretty though.
He could feel that building warmth beneath his palm, the heart that beat with it still strong enough. He did not mean to make the noise he did next, and yet there he was humming a low moan to the other man's neck, caught up in the taste of him, the bliss of feeding.]
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At least he was pretty though.
He could feel that building warmth beneath his palm, the heart that beat with it still strong enough. He did not mean to make the noise he did next, and yet there he was humming a low moan to the other man's neck, caught up in the taste of him, the bliss of feeding.]