Famine (слэш)

[The pale elf then moved his hand, slowly, until he could caress Elas’ chin. The tips of his fingers, light like feathers, tickled the drow’s skin. Surprised by the sudden touch, Elas slightly moved away and Astarion withdrew his hand.
“My apologies. I thought that maybe... I could have another nibble. I haven’t forgotten your answer to my offer. It was but a joke, but seeing how you took it so seriously...”]
As Elas stares off into the campfire, a high elf inadvertently approaches him. It’s Astarion, who came for “another nibble."
A fan fic about a second bite, with an attempt at a hurt/comfort story in the end.