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A lick. A flick of tongue. Lips dragging languidly along beautiful, slender fingers. Taking in each one and pulling off with a quiet pop .
It was mesmerizing. Astarion daren't look away for a second. He began to squirm, shifting his legs. Attempting to subtly hide the ever-growing bulge in his pants.
Staeve continued licking the melted chocolate from his fingers, watching with mischievous delight the effect his obscene display is having on his lover. He sees Halsin in the corner of his eye—at first glance the bigger elf seems unaffected. The only thing that betrayed his sly smirk were the reddening of his tanned cheeks and ears.
Astarion strolls up to him, feigning nonchalance, wide red eyes looking everywhere but his lover’s hand. “ Darling ,” he crooned, “how selfish of you to keep your delectable treat all to yourself! Won’t you spare some for me?” In truth he was a little curious about the chocolate. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten any, and wondered if there was any chance he could stomach it now. And perhaps, if Staeve would deign to feed some to him…
Staeve smiled deviously and, without a word, pulled his lover into a deep and passionate kiss. His tongue caressed Astarion’s lower lip, parting them so he could dive into the vampire’s mouth. Astarion sighed happily, catching hints of the delectably bitter confection and relishing in the tantalizingly dark, rich taste that was all Staeve.
Staeve nipped his lover’s lower lip once more before pulling away, leaving Astarion flustered and a touch disoriented, with a soft rosiness to his usually pale cheeks. “N-not exactly what I meant, dearest,” he managed, “but I think I prefer this much more. Do it again?”
His question was met with a quirk of an eyebrow and a low snicker. A quick glance around the camp—everyone was either busy tending to their own tasks or absent. Staeve took Astarion’s hand and guided him over to the tent they shared, pausing only for a moment to sneak a few more pieces of chocolate from Gale’s pack into a handkerchief and tucking it back into his pants pocket.
FIN.