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You didn't reach out to him as he undressed before you, despite the desperate itch in your fingertips to do so.
Instead, you watched him with dark eyes, drinking in every inch of alabaster skin revealed to you. You had seen him in so many various states of undress before that it shouldn't have affected you the way it did but Gods...
As he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to one side, you reclined back against the headboard of the bed and met his gaze.
"Do you mind me watching you like this?" you asked, your voice hoarse and your throat still a little sore from taking him so deeply. He was still half hard, his trousers open and framing his cock beautifully. "Or would you prefer me to entertain myself for a moment?"
Astarion ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back and out of his eyes while he flashed you an almost shy smile.
"Darling, you've just let me come in your mouth. I think the time for shyness has long since passed, hasn't it?" he said, humor lacing his tone and you could tell that he really meant it. His body language was open and relaxed, be it from his comfort in your presence or from his previous orgasm, you didn't know. But it was still so nice to see.
"Besides..." he continued while he pushed the waistband of his trousers over his slim hips, before shucking them completely. "You don't look at me like I'm a piece of meat, darling."
"How do I look at you?" you asked, curious.
He pursed his lips thoughtfully as he walked towards the bed, those hips swaying sensually without him even having to try. The candlelight from the wall sconces cast him in a warm orange glow that almost gave him a flushed look. The red of his eyes was bright, fire dancing in them and beckoning you to fall in. He pressed one knee, then the other into the mattress; his cock bouncing softly with every movement.
"Like you..." he paused, then corrected, "Like I'm important."
"You are important," you said, reaching out to tug him forward by the hips. He tilted forward, laughing playfully as he was thrown off balance and almost fell on top of you. "And not just to me, you know. To everyone. We're your family now. Whether you like it or not, you're stuck with us."
He flashed you an almost wicked smile in order to hide the sudden wet shine to his eyes and you let him avoid the emotions in favour of keeping the mood light.
"You might want to rethink that phrasing, darling. I don't think what I’m about to do to you would be considered familial in any way," he said, teasing you as he buried his face against your neck and planted a kiss to the puncture wounds he had left behind.
You laughed out loud, twisting against him and tugging his head up until you could kiss him. It was thorough and eager, the sound of his happiness spurring you on in ways you didn't think possible.
"Gross, Astarion!" you snorted and he smiled against your mouth before nipping softly at your bottom lip.
He was such a study in opposites; the hard planes and muscles of his body hiding such softness underneath. Sharp, dangerous fangs that merely grazed you as he showered you in easy, slow kisses. The knife edge in his voice with other people that faded into such wondrously gentle words in your presence.
While you were lost in thoughts and his kisses, Astarion’s hand snaked down, trailing over your soft stomach before finding its way between your legs to where you needed it the most.
You inhaled sharply, breaking the kiss to do so- but he pulled you back to his mouth with his free hand.
He groaned against you when his fingertips sank between the lips of your pussy, aided by an overabundance of slick arousal and meeting no resistance. You shivered under the cool touch, your hips canting forward eagerly and your hands coming up to clasp around the back of his neck.
Astarion rumbled a possessive noise into your mouth, his tongue teasing yours playfully.
He nudged your legs apart a little further with his knee as two fingers pinched around your swollen clit and tugged.
You tore away from his mouth with an obscene cry of his name, mouth open and eyes screwed shut as your cunt contracted once again. You desperately needed something inside you and you didn’t care if it was his fingers, his wicked tongue or his cock right now.
Although, you had to admit that the latter would thrill you right down to the bone.
“Knowing that you’re this wet because your mouth was so greedy for my cock is a fine compliment, darling,” he said and his fingers dipped inside you then, stealing the response you had been about to speak. Instead, all you managed was a cut off moan of his name, breath stuttering as your grip around his neck tightened. “Fuck-” he continued, sliding his fingers inside right to the knuckle. “You are so tight.”
“Gods, keep talking, please,” you pleaded, enamored by his voice and the effect it had on your body. More arousal gathered and dripped around his fingers as he pumped them steadily in and out of you. His thumb tapped lightly against your clit, teasing, barely there touches that had you arching and struggling to keep your thoughts in any semblance of sense.
He rose away from you to find a better angle, obviously wanting to see what he was doing to you and who were you to refuse him anything?
You let your knees fall open wider, enjoying the way his gaze raked over your naked form before it settled between your legs. He angled his hand down a little, curling his fingers until he was pressing against the spongy spot inside you, rubbing relentlessly. His other hand pressed against your groin until his fingers were the only thing you could even think about feeling.
“Oh, oh fuck, fuck please Astarion!” you sobbed, body undulating as your hips tried to keep up with his rhythm.
“Do you like the sound of my voice?” he asked lightly, as though he wasn’t guiding you towards an orgasm that would possibly be heard by most of your neighbors. “Or do you just like being told how sweet you feel around me? How one of my favourite memories of us is the way you fell apart underneath me that first time?"
You didn’t have the necessary brain power to actually put much thought into an answer so you simply garbled out-
“Both! Both Astarion!” you sobbed as his pace increased, his thumb now taking up permanent residence against your sensitive clit. He rubbed neat little circles against you and you could feel the pressure building low in your stomach. “Fuck, I’m going to come!”
“Absolutely breathtaking,” he hummed, enraptured by the sight of you so drunk on desire. He was making sure to crook his fingers in such a way that it accentuated the wet noises your cunt was making with every thrust. They were loud and obscene but he seemed to be enjoying them deeply. “Are you going to squirt, my little dove? Is that it? Is that why this room is being filled with the sounds of your wet pussy? Hmm?”
“Yes, yes!” you cried, hips bucking upwards despite the hand he still had pressing you down.
Astarion rumbled a pleased laugh, showing those pretty fangs as he did.
“Of course you are, precious thing. Come along then. Cover my hand in your come. Show me how desperate you are for my cock and I might just give it to you,” he urged, sounding broken and ever so smug at the same time. You couldn’t really do much more than ride out the sensations that he was giving you. He sped up the thrusts of his fingers, practically pistoning in and out of you.
You felt the pressure release, your toes curling and your body snapping taut as you came.
Astarion pulled his fingers from you while continuing the wicked rhythm against your clit. You felt the gush of fluid release over his hand, splashing over his bare thighs and his cock as you wailed out his name. You were trembling, oversensitive as he slid his fingers back inside you just to feel your inner muscles spasming.
He made a pleased sound as he did so, beaming at the mess he had made of you.
"What do we say, darling? Don’t forget your manners,” he said teasingly, beginning to pump ever so softly again. You choked on your own saliva, eyes almost threatening to roll back at the overstimulation. All the same though, you were lucid enough to half-sob out-
“Thank you Astarion! Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you chanted breathlessly, your sweaty skin and flushed cheeks giving him plenty to watch as he slid his fingers out of you at long last. You sagged into the sheets, exhausted and whimpering noises that went straight to his cock.
“Oh look at you,” he cooed, laying his cool hands on your thighs in order to soothe you as best he could. “Being so polite. You did so well, darling. So well,” he continued, before looking down at the sheets below. His bare thighs were wet with the result of your orgasm, as was his hand and his cock.
He breathed out a low, appreciative breath.
“Fuck, you came all over me sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and almost disbelieving. "How could I forget that you're a squirter?"
“Sorry,” you managed to say, half apologetic, half exhausted.
He made a sound of admonishment when he heard that, ‘tsk’ing at you and sliding his flat palm up along your stomach to rest between your breasts.
“Don’t you dare fucking apologize,” he said firmly, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugging on it. You hissed, pressing your chest upwards into his touch; chasing it, wanting more. “Watching you lose control like that and knowing that I was the cause… I can’t describe what it did to me.”
He was crawling up along your body now as he spoke, pinning you to the bed under his larger frame. He peppered kisses where he wanted but then leaned down to wrap his tongue around the same nipple that he had pinched. He sucked it between his lips, making a guttural sound as he cupped your breast in his hand as though to bring it even closer.
You watched him with dark eyes, sparks of electricity dancing outwards from where he continued to suck; the slow draw of continuous pressure making you dizzy with anticipation.
He was making sweet little noises as he lathered attention on your breast, nipping gently at your sensitive skin. You threaded your fingers through that luscious silver hair, unable to decide between pulling him away and encouraging him to continue.
Astarion hummed, the vibrations going straight between your legs again. He lifted off of your nipple with a soft, satisfying pop; a string of saliva connecting his mouth to you briefly before he moved to lavish the same attention to your other breast.
The nipple he left was dark and swollen from his attention, sensitive to the cool air it was now exposed to. You arched upwards when he curved his hand over your breast and slid the hard peak between two of his fingers to keep the pressure on.
Red eyes flicked up at your cry, watching your reactions as he nipped and licked and overstimulated your chest.
“Such pretty tits,” he said, between the kisses he was mouthing across your nipple. His teeth grazed it ever so softly and your cry was choked, fingers fisting into his hair almost painfully. “I’m going to fuck these, you know,” he continued, as though it was a foregone conclusion. “I’ve always wanted to. I’ll push them together and sink my cock between them-”
You heard the breathlessness in his voice as he imagined it and you clenched around nothing as you did the same; the mental image of him straddling your torso as he slid his slick, hard cock between your breasts causing more arousal to slip out of you.
“Then I think I’ll come over them. They would look so delicious with my come dripping from them; painted over these pretty little nipples,” he blew a breath of cool air across said rosy peak and the contrast to your heated, swollen skin ripped a sound of arousal mixed with pain from your throat. “What do you think darling? Do you think it would send a message? About how they’re all mine?”
You nodded vigorously.
“I’m all yours Astarion,” you breathed out. "I've made that clear enough."
Astarion chuckled, nipping one last time at you, before he was suddenly face to face with you. You moaned, your arms coming up to curl around his shoulders as he slotted himself between your legs.
His cock was fully hard again, hot with the blood he’d taken from you as the length of him brushed against your lower stomach. He rutted against you slowly, deliberately, exhaling a shaky, desperate noise.
But he didn’t make any attempt to press inside you, instead opting to give you a moment to recover from your orgasm. The palm of his hand was warmer than usual as well as he swept it along your side almost soothingly as you floated down from your high.
Gods above, how had you forgotten just how amazing he was at this?
"Would you indulge me with something?" he asked suddenly, planting sweet little kisses along your jawline and you tilted your head against his. Your eyebrows rose in questioning and he took the opportunity to kiss you with a lazy, hot intensity that had you wanting to throw your legs around his waist and beg him to sink inside you.
"Anything, Astarion. Anything for you, sweetheart," you said, nuzzling your nose against his.
"I think I would like you on top first," he said.
You went to speak, to agree, but he seemed to think that his request deserved a little elaboration because he didn't let you get a word in before he was blurting out an explanation mixed with an apology.
"I know you must be exhausted, little dove. You've lost blood and it's been a long day but I've been thinking about this for days now and I can’t get the image of you bouncing in my lap out of my mind and-"
The only way to stop his rambling was to press your lips against his and then push gently at his shoulder to urge him up and off of you.
“Sit back for me?” you whispered, your tone encouraging and his eyes were bright and pleased as he did as he was bid; all the while murmuring his thanks as though you had granted him all of his wishes at once.
Astarion hadn’t been wrong.
You were surprisingly tired, despite how early it was in the evening. The hike to get to the Inn had been particularly brutal on everyone, especially you. You had been laden down with not only your own pack, but Shadowheart's too as she healed from an injury.
Pile that on top of blood loss and an absolutely earth shattering orgasm?
Well. You could feel the exhaustion in your fucking bones.
But Astarion was watching you with wide, soft eyes as you straddled him on trembling thighs and honestly, that alone made it all worth it. The way he looked at you stripped away any insecurities that you might have had about yourself and laid you emotionally bare above him.
You grasped his shoulders, sinking down until the head of his cock brushed against you.
For the briefest moment, you eyed his expression and you were pleased to find his gaze was intense and focused; trained on you as he reached down to grip his cock and guide it between the lips of your cunt.
He grunted softly at the welcoming heat and the sensation of your pussy parting over the head of him dropped your mouth open into a sharp inhale.
"Keep going," you urged, only distantly aware that the last time you had sex with him, it had taken quite a bit of effort to take him fully at first.
"Of course, dove," he answered thickly, before he fucked up into you with a shallow thrust that pressed the head into you fully with a strange popping sensation. Your muscles clenched involuntarily and with a gasping whine, Astarion’s fingertips tightened against the meat of your hips.
You sighed, a satisfied, pleasant noise as your head rolled back; exposing the column of your throat to him.
“Fuck darling,” he rumbled, his voice hitting a low octave you had only ever heard when he was threatening someone. The timbre of it wracked shivers along your bare back, only soothed by the caress of his hands as he touched wherever he could reach on you. His palms flattened on your lower back before trailing upwards, thumbs gliding over the bump of each rib as he splayed them out as wide as he could. “Such perfection. Feels like you were made for taking me, weren’t you my darling?”
You moaned a garbled answer that was barely a sentence of agreement and it seemed to amuse him.
There wasn’t a complete thought in your head right now. Not when he was splitting you apart so sinfully. The stretch of his cock as he eased you downwards was intoxicating and you had thought that you would be prepared for the size of him this time.
He had worked you so diligently with his fingers, widening you as he scissored them inside you until there was nothing in your mind but the rough pads of his fingers trailing over your inner muscles, the press of his thumb upwards against your swollen clit and white hot pleasure pulling you under.
Still, it had not been enough to fully prepare you to take his cock inside in one go.
You swallowed, hissing a noise of discomfort halfway down when he shifted too eagerly.
Astarion paused the moment he noticed your nose scrunch, the grit of your teeth as you inhaled through them. You chanced a peek at him through lust heavy eyes and widened them when you noticed he looked incredibly concerned all of a sudden.
“S’alright,” you slurred softly, teeth scraping over your bottom lip. You braced your hands on the hard plane of his stomach, shifting a little in his lap. You huffed a noise, pleasure mixing in now with the stretching sensation. Just a few seconds more and you would be ready to keep going. “You’re just bigger than I'm used to Astarion, that’s all,” you reassured him and if it had been any other situation, you had no doubt that he would have preened and puffed up at the mere suggestion that his cock was larger than most.
Right now though, he still managed to look alarmed. You leaned into his body, hands still braced on him; but you managed to get close enough to press a sloppy kiss to the corner of his mouth. Astarion hummed in approval at the gesture, chasing your lips before you had the chance to pull back.
His tongue pushed into your mouth and distracted you from the shaking of your thighs as you held the same position for longer than you had intended to.
“As much as it thrills me to know that,” he said when he parted from you, his thumb coming up to stroke a line across your kiss swollen lips. “And as fantastic as your little cunt feels around me, are you certain you’re alright?”
Filthy talk aside, your heart swelled with affection at his concern. You kissed him again, braving another inch downwards and it seemed as though the initial hurdle was over and done with because it didn’t hurt at all as you sank down. You whined a shaky, obscene sound into his mouth and he growled playfully in response.
“Fantastic,” you said breathily. “Just gonna haf’ta get lots of practice in, tha’s all.”
You probably should have been embarrassed by just how cock-drunk you sounded. Slurring your words and shaking in his arms like you had been on the finest whiskey all night; but in your defense, you were at least half a pint of blood down and were currently being fucked by the sexiest vampire you had ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on.
Excuse you for not being able to complete whole words anymore.
Astarion seemed to find the state of you simply adorable.
He had the audacity to fucking giggle headily against your neck, peppering kisses everywhere he could reach as he guided you down, down, down- fuck. You shuddered with ecstasy as you finally managed to take him inside all the way, your pussy stuffed full and his neatly groomed pubic hair tickling you as your skin met his.
“Glorious,” he praised with a silly smile and you leaned in, bumping your nose against his.
In the following moment of quiet, you searched his face for a hint of anything that would cause you to put a stop to this. You couldn't find any but all the same, you felt the need to pose the question.
“Are you doing okay, sweetheart? Are you still here with me?” you asked, pressing aside your pleasure for just the briefest moment to check in on him.
Astarion’s eyes went so soft then; softer than you had ever seen on him before and it ripped the breath right out of you. His big hand cupped your jaw, his thumb stroking a line across your cheek.
“Oh my sweet,” he breathed. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. You’ve got my full attention.”
Emboldened by his comfort, you chanced a shallow bounce in his lap and it stole the breath from you. Astarion’s lips parted, both of his hands dropping to rest on your hips as you repeated the motion again.
The repetitive slick tug and push of his cock in and out of you as you rose and fell was deeply pleasurable. Every time you pressed yourself back into his lap, your pussy accepted the stretch of him with ease; and it punched a little noise of pleasure out of you.
Your head fell back, lolling as you lost yourself in the movements.
Astarion’s eyes raked over you, drinking in the exposed column of your tempting, delicious throat. The soft bounce of your pretty tits with every rise and fall of you in his lap. The way your teeth drew your plump bottom lip in, digging in and breaking blood vessels under the skin to redden it.
You were a fucking dream come true.
“That’s it, pet,” he crooned, his own voice almost embarrassingly breathy. “Such a vision, riding me. You feel so warm, practically dripping on me. Is it all for me? Hmm?” he asked, his thumb and forefinger catching your chin and drawing your face up. Your expression was drenched with lust, cheeks pink and a bead of sweat rolling down your temple.
Your pussy clenched around him on a downwards stroke and he inhaled sharply before saying your name with a sweetness that always caught you off guard.
Honesty was the best policy and it was no secret that Astarion could turn you on with nothing more than a glance sometimes. So far be it from you in the state of desire you were in, in the middle of being fucked quite thoroughly, to deny him all the praise he would ever require.
“All because of you,” you sighed, rolling your hips in his lap. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else. No-one compares to you, Astarion.”
He shuddered, his abdominal muscles twitching hard when instead of continuing to rise and fall on his cock, you opted to settle down with him inside you to the hilt. He groaned, nose scrunching up as his mouth fell open; the sensation of being engulfed inside tight, wet heat, threatening to overwhelm him.
“Ah, fuck!” he grunted, teeth bared. “Fuck, darling! Gods, I could never tire of this pretty little pussy around me.”
You leaned in close to him, breasts pressing against his broad chest. The stimulation of your nipples sent a pleasant buzz through your stomach and when you canted your hips forward to grind your clit against him, Astarion hissed and dug his fingers into the soft curve of your hips.
Fuck, you hoped he would leave marks on you like he had that first night. You wanted to be able to admire them again; those fingertip shaped bruises that reminded you of your lovemaking every time you caught a glimpse of them.
Your own hands weren’t idle.
With your palms flat against his shoulders, you dug your nails into him ever so gently. Just enough to bite a little but not hard enough to break his skin. You were practically nose to nose in this position, grinding back and forth on his cock, squeezing your muscles around him as your breath mixed with his.
Red eyes bore into yours moments before he brought his hand to the back of your head and dragged you in for an indecent kiss. His tongue stroked against yours, tempting it from your mouth and into his. You inhaled sharply, whining as you pressed against him as close as you could possibly get- hungry for his mouth, his taste, his fucking everything.
All the while, his other hand moved to your ass, clutching a handful as he set your rhythm against him. The soft slap of skin on skin, punctuated by the lewdness of your wet cunt accepting every shallow stroke of his cock; it made for a filthy symphony that only seemed to spur you both on.
Pleasure was winding tight, low in your stomach and you knew you were going to come again in a matter of minutes. You told him so when you parted your mouth from his, a silvery string of saliva connecting your lips for the briefest moment before it broke.
“Close, Astarion. I’m so fucking close but… I’m exhausted,” you panted, only just realizing the extent of the energy you were using up. The blood loss had stripped you of your usual vigor and he seemed to know that; because he pressed a soft, affectionate kiss to your lips before using both hands to slow your bouncing to a stop.
You groaned, a full body shiver wracking you as hot pleasure prickled between your legs at how full you felt. You would definitely be walking with a strange gait tomorrow.
“I didn’t mean we should stop,” you breathed, teasing him and he rumbled a low, sexy laugh that quirked the corner of his mouth.
“Well, darling, I can’t have you tiring yourself out to the point of unconsciousness now, can I?” he said, incredibly sensibly. You kind of wanted to pout at him, considering that he was very rarely this adult about situations; but it also kind of turned you on to see him taking such a firm lead. Gods you were depraved. Maybe that was why he liked you so much. “Now, off you get, there’s a good girl.”
It was like flames had engulfed you the very moment the words left his lips and you couldn’t stop the sharp intake of breath that fully gave you away. He raised his eyebrows at you, amused but intrigued.
“Well, well, well,” he chuckled, hands stroking up and down your sides. “You naughty little thing.”
You tutted at him but it was affectionate and you couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your face. Despite having his cock seated deep inside you, he was still keeping the situation playful and light.
If you told him you loved him right now, you wondered, would it kill the mood?
Despite wanting to spill the true extent of your feelings for him then and there, you opted to tease him back instead.
“Excuse you, I’m not made of stone Astarion,” you snorted, pushing his head to one side playfully. “There’s currently a smoking hot vampire balls deep between my legs and he just called me a good girl,” you explained rather bluntly, enjoying the way he was laughing at your defensiveness.
It came out as adorable, nose wrinkling, eyes screwed shut giggles and the whole of your body reacted to the sight. The sound. The way his shoulders shook.
Yeah. You were definitely in love with this man. Deeply.
With a dry throat and a warm heart, you managed to joke;
“If I wasn’t so tired I would have ridden you like I was heading into battle. Count yourself lucky!”
Astarion muffled his pleasant, raucous laughter against your throat but you had no such luxury, the sound filling the room. His arms came up to wrap around your back, hugging you to him and when he pulled back from you, eyes shining with mirth, he rested his chin against your sternum and grinned.
A real, genuine smile that made him look so warm and alive that it would steal the breath from you if you let it.
“Well, we can’t have you collapsing from exhaustion, now can we? Lay on your back for me, darling. Make sure to spread those pretty legs as far as you can,” he said, his voice dipping and suddenly, laughing was the furthest thing from your mind. “I want to see every inch of you.”
You nodded, rising up and off of him and feeling upsettingly empty at the brief loss of his cock.
With trembling thighs you flopped down on the bed with a groan. As turned on as you were, you were also so tired that it was almost comical. Astarion chuckled and followed you, kneeling as he turned his eyes to where your knees were still closed.
He raised an eyebrow and tapped a single finger against one, eyebrows raised impatiently.
“Yeah yeah, give me a second you insatiable beast,” you teased and caught his fond eye roll as he shook his head. As much as he would deny it, Astarion really enjoyed it when you teased him. When you treated him not just as your romantic partner, but as the best friend you had ever had.
He liked laughing with other people. Socializing. Being seen.
You parted your legs, just as he’d asked and despite the twinge of nerves at being so openly exposed, the slow exhale he breathed as he ran his eyes the length of you was enough to push away any embarrassment.
“Hmm, absolutely delicious,” he said lowly, gaze fixed on your open pussy. He reached out, running the pad of his thumb through your folds before unceremoniously sticking it into his mouth and sucking. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he tasted your slick arousal.
His cock and neatly groomed pubic hair were still wet with it from where you had been grinding yourself down on him. It was brushing his toned stomach with every move he made and you couldn’t take your eyes off of the object of your desire. You desperately wanted him back inside you and the thought made you clench around nothing.
Astarion noticed because of course he did and he hummed in approval.
“Longing for my cock, are we?” he asked casually, as though he was just asking for the time. You nodded eagerly, thighs falling open even further as if to beg for it. Astarion’s eyes flitted from place to place on you, unable to pick a favorite location. “Let me hear you say it.”
“And make your head even bigger?” you joked, despite your throat being dry as fuck. Your body was still thrumming from being in his lap, fatigue fighting a mighty battle with arousal. His grin was wicked but amused at your answer.
Taking himself in hand with a soft hiss, he slapped the flushed head of his cock against your clit and you jumped, fingers clenching in the sheets either side of you.
He watched you with dark, hungry eyes; rubbing himself against you now and gathering up your arousal on the tip.
“Okay, okay, okay,” you said with increasing incoherence. You were back to being utterly drunk on him, desire and want creating a potent cocktail that went straight to your head. You needed him back inside you lest you go fucking insane. “Please Astarion! Please fuck me. I need your cock back inside me.”
He would, no doubt, repeat those words back to you for the next week at the most inopportune times. In the middle of a battle, or whispered into your ear in front of your friends. The more public the better, if it turned your face red and snatched the words out of your mouth.
"Hmm, I think there should be a 'pretty' in there somewhere, don't you?" he mused innocently and your jaw dropped.
Hovering above you, stroking himself in a lazy rhythm as his eyes took you apart- well, you were hard pressed to refuse him. Even if he was annoyingly arrogant and cocky and- and- Gods, he looked so pleased with himself at your taken aback expression. His eyes were sparkling with life and humor, drenched in a warmth that you had once thought you would never see in them.
Playful humiliation was nothing if this was what it got you in return.
You made a show of rolling your eyes, scandalized expression in place as you huffily gave him what he wanted.
"Can I have your cock back inside me, Astarion? Pretty please," you said, your gaze locked onto his and you bore witness to the humor draining from his eyes and being replaced with a dark, heady lust. Lust for you. If that wasn't enough to make you dizzy with anticipation then nothing ever would.
“Such a good girl,” he praised breathlessly, his lips turning up at the corner in a smug sort of half smile. If only you hadn’t been so utterly desperate for him to touch you, you might have had something snarky to say in response; but he had called you a good girl again and suddenly begging him to be back inside you was a small price to pay to earn that.
Gods help you tomorrow when you regain a little of your dignity because you would never live this down if he chose to tease you about it.
Astarion heaved a satisfied sigh, pleased by your excellent behavior.
“So well behaved for me,” he cooed, squeezing the base of himself as he nudged closer and angled his dick downwards. “Hearing you beg for it goes straight to my cock darling, did you know that? It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
As he talked, he guided himself back into you; the thick head splitting you apart. Your hips arched upwards to accept him and you watched his face with hooded eyes, drinking in every miniscule faucet of his expression.
Those pretty bowed lips parted, showing the barest hint of sharp, white fangs. The tip of his tongue played over a point, pressing a little as he pushed into you. His jaw and the way it tightened as he stopped himself from making some pitiful, high pitched whine was too nice of a sight to look away from.
Long, white eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as he sank inside, before he forced his eyes open to watch his cock disappear.
You were less composed as you lay there on display, chest heaving and your fingers clutching handfuls of the bed sheets on either side of you. Gods, the full feeling was intoxicatingly good. There was very little resistance this time and where you had to take your time to take him fully the first time around; now Astarion had bottomed out in seconds and your body had readily accepted him.
His thighs were pressed flush against your ass, the palm of one hand splayed out across your stomach as he kept you still.
There was a slight flush on his face that must have been a result of the blood he’d taken from you earlier and it was awfully adorable; the way it rose high on his pretty cheekbones as he clenched his teeth.
Waves of pleasure seemed to roll through him with every little movement and you realized that he must have been almost as close as you had been when you were riding him.
Biting your lip and feeling a sudden burst of playful energy, you clenched down around him without warning. His hips jerked and he gasped, his cock twitching involuntarily inside you. He laughed, a stunningly breathless noise and his fingers glided up along the outside of your thigh in a teasing, light touch.
“Behave will you?” he half ordered, half pleaded; exasperated by your ability to catch him so off guard. “Unless you want this to be over embarrassingly quickly.”
You laughed, pressing your head back into the mattress and purposefully exposing your throat to him. He groaned low and wanton, the sound coming from his chest and when you looked back at his face he was staring you down with dangerous eyes. Biting your lip, you took the liberty of catching the wrist of the hand he still had planted on your stomach.
Keeping deliberate eye contact with him, you dragged it up along your body; letting him linger for a brief moment to cup around a breast and thumb over your nipple. But you didn’t let him get distracted and eventually, you closed his hand around your throat.
His touch was cool on your overheated skin and without breaking your gaze still, Astarion squeezed ever so gently. The pressure, even as slight as it was, was enough to lift your hips from the bed involuntarily.
“Naughty little minx,” he said shakily, before reeling his own hips back. He pulled out halfway before thrusting back inside and the choked off little cry it forced out of you compelled him to repeat the motion- until he was fucking you into the bed with barely contained snarls.
You held onto his wrist and forearm with both hands, sobbing out his name as best you could through the pressure on your neck. He didn’t overdo it, even as stupid with lust as he was in the moment. It wasn’t a proper hold by any means, just the clasp of his fingers keeping you in place. Maybe you would try it out properly at some point, let him choke you for real when you had discussed it beforehand.
But this was hot all the same.
Your pussy had certainly made that point known. The soft, lewd slap of wetness every time Astarion bottomed out inside you was loud in the room. The only other noises were your pretty, restrained moans and his panting breaths that were slowly but surely turning into growls.
You'd forgotten that he could make noises like that. Those deep, rolling rumbles that bordered on animalistic, with his teeth bared and his gaze dripping with lust.
Pleasure was flowing through your veins like honey at the sound. Like molten lava, viscous and thick and filling every empty part of you.
He looked so beautiful.
The defined musculature of his arms, biceps flexing and his broad shoulders filling your vision. Sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead, a result of the warmth of the fireplace and the vigorous exercise he was now engaging in; and to your delight it was making his hair stick to his forehead.
You wanted him closer.
Your arms felt woefully empty all of a sudden and so you reached them out, wiggling your fingers at him as if to say ‘come down here’. An eyebrow arched, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip and his grip on your throat loosening.
“Come here?” you said, framing it as a question but you both knew that you would beg again if he asked you to. Especially for this. Just to be safe, even if he didn’t ask for it, you added, “I want to feel you close to me. Please Astarion?”
It was becoming abundantly clear that this man was a sucker for any request you made of him because that was all it took for him to oblige. With a soft look, he lowered himself down on those deceptively strong arms until you were chest to chest, belly to belly; practically nose to nose. His eyes never left yours when he reached down to hitch your leg up over his hip and he nudged your nose with his.
“Gods, what have you done to me?” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your lips thanks to his closeness. You beamed at him, pussy fluttering around his cock as the angle changed. “I was deeply enjoying choking you, you know. It certainly shut you up,” he said, his tone light and teasing.
You giggled, cupping his face between your hands.
“Mmm and here I thought you enjoyed hearing all the noises I was making for you.”
His eyes roved your face, adoring almost in their attention.
“You do have a point, little dove,” he said softly, before snapping his hips forward and tearing a pleasurable gasp from you, followed by a loud whimper. “You do make the prettiest fucking noises when I’m inside you. I'm still certain you could be heard over the music that night, you know.”
You leaned up, wanting a kiss and once again, Astarion was unable to resist your wishes. It was soft, much like the way he rolled his hips between your legs. Your sharp gasp was caught by his tongue, slipping into your mouth to tease your own.
He fucked you slowly, deeply.
His kiss mirrored his lovemaking. He never left your mouth alone for too long and it occurred to you that maybe this was something he had rarely let himself indulge in. Physical intimacy was all well and good, but kissing was different somehow. Being so close to your lover, so emotionally open with them. You whined against his lips, locking your ankles against his lower back.
The sounds he was making were turning you on even more, providing more and more lubrication for his cock until the slick noises were loud enough to almost be embarrassing.
But any embarrassment you might have felt was put at ease when he opened his mouth again.
“Hells, you’re so wet for me,” he murmured, raising himself up a little on one arm in a subtle show of strength that made you clench involuntarily. He looked down between you, watching with fascination as his cock sank into you and reappeared shiny and wet. “Can you hear that, little dove?” he asked shakily, his exhale catching in his chest when he thrust back inside a little rougher than before.
The noise was wet and loud and the combination of sensations forced your head back, a cry clawing its way out of your throat.
“Such a compliment,” he grinned playfully and it warmed something deep inside your heart to see him enjoying himself so much. “I’ve thought about all the noises you made the last time we were together, you know. Repeatedly. Never be embarrassed about them.”
Nodding- because it was the only thing you could do in the moment- you threaded the fingers of one hand through his hair, tugging him back down to you. With the other hand, you gripped his forearm for something to ground you to him. But you really wanted-
“Can I…” you asked, voice a pathetic messy whine at this point.
“What is it, my sweet? Do you want me to slow down?” he asked, his nose trailing along your jaw as he mouthed kisses over your pulse point. It was the opposite side that he had drunk from earlier and you knew he was thinking about how much he wanted to mark that side too. There would be plenty of time for that though, later when he needed to recover his strength.
His hips slapped against you, filling the room with the sound of skin on skin. The noise only made you wetter, knowing that it was as a result of your desperation for each other.
“Can I touch your back?” you asked softly, feeling his thrusts slow a little. He pulled his mouth from your neck so he could rear back and look down at you. His expression was unreadable but he continued to fuck into you so you didn’t think the question had bothered him too much. “You can say no, remember?” you said before your voice was choked off by his fingers circling your swollen clit out of nowhere. You shuddered and cried out, head pressing back into the bed. “Oh fuck!”
“It’s not that I want to say no,” he said softly, into the air between you as though it was a secret. He continued to play your body as though it was a mere instrument to pluck pleasure out of and you had to fight to concentrate on his words. “I just don’t wish to subject you to having to touch that .”
Despite the irrefutable surging of pleasure in your stomach, you managed to frown at his wording.
“Your scars don’t bother me,” you told him, quite bluntly. You had no room for frilly, lovey dovey words when you were this close to coming. You wanted him to know without a shadow of a doubt that you wanted every single part of him. Ugly, beautiful, perfect, scarred. None of it would ever change your opinion of him. “I want to feel them under my palms when I come. I want you to know that every part of you is something to be adored.”
He buried his face into your neck before you could see his reaction to your words, his shoulders shivering as you tilted your head to nuzzle your cheek into his hair. After a moment, you felt the most imperceptible nod of his head.
"Words, sweetheart," you encouraged, not risking taking a nod as consent and sending him spiraling. Not after he had done so well all night.
To your surprise, you felt him smile against your collarbone before laying a kiss on it.
"You can touch my back," he said, without a hint of trepidation there any longer. You heard the unspoken, 'I trust you'. Biting your lip, you released the hold you had on his forearm and ever so softly, spread your hands over the broad expanse of his back.
Raised scar tissue and smooth, pale skin contrasted against each other. He shivered in your arms, exhaling shakily against your neck. You didn't trace the scars, electing to ignore the shapes of them and instead sweeping soft caresses along the expanse of broad, deceptively powerful muscles.
"Fuck," he rumbled, his voice thick. "Keep doing that."
Who were you to deny him anything? Astarion seemed greatly enthused by the rare feeling of someone touching his back so gently.
You keened as his thrusts sped up, swear words and curses to the Gods being grunted and moaned into your throat.
You trailed your fingertips along the bumps of his spine, before splaying them as far apart as you could.
Your orgasm was building with an unstoppable speed now, especially with every whimper and moan from your lover. Hearing Astarion’s pleasure was so satisfying. The way he tried his best to stay so put together, choking back his cries as well as he could. Except he couldn’t.
Angling your hips upwards even further, every breath that was punched out of you was wrapped around his name. With his pupils blown wide, pink splashed across his cheeks and his hair falling over his forehead, he looked glorious above you. With every thrust, he ground against your clit and it was like electricity zigzagging its way through you with every touch.
Wrapping your arms around him to mirror the position of your legs, you took the opportunity to lick a sloppy line across his throat.
The salt of his sweat tasted good and your teeth scraped against his heated skin.
He was wracked by a full body shiver that you felt in your bones.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” you choked out when he pulled away, keeping your hands on the back of neck and his face close to yours.
“Is that so?” he breathed out, obviously pleased by your confession and desperate to draw it out of you. “You’ve done such a good job darling. You’ve taken my cock so well,” he continued and your head span, a gasp splitting the air on its way out of you as you almost hit the crest then and there.
Astarion picked up the pace of his thrusts, obviously chasing his own orgasm while he pushed you into yours.
“My girl,” he panted. “My good darling girl.”
That did it.
You choked on your sob of his name, body snapping taut underneath him as the swell of pleasure crashed over you and pulled you under. Your thighs trembled and shook against his hips, pussy fluttering around the shaft of his cock and making him curse with his face buried in your neck.
You felt a gush of fluid release around him and you both groaned in unison and the ‘shlck, shlck, shlck’ as he fucked into you was amplified tenfold.
“So fucking wet,” Astarion moaned and it was pitched higher than you had heard before and you could guess from the way he was fucking you with a single-minded intensity that he was about to come as well.
“Perfect,” he whimpered, half to himself and half to you. “Gods, you’re fucking perfect.”
“Come on love,” you urged, desperation coating your voice. “I want it. Need it.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck- ” he whined and despite the remnants of your last orgasm still tingling in your stomach, you felt another surge of something deeply pleasurable hit you because of course he was whiny when he was about to come. “Where?” he ground out, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead and it took you a few dizzy seconds to realize that he was asking where he could come.
He had asked the first night as well but that night you had asked him to pull out; and he had painted your stomach with his release.
This was different.
“Inside,” you said and despite the brief look of surprise that flashed over his face he nodded and doubled down in his pursuit of his own high.
You hissed when he reached between your bodies and pressed cool fingers to your puffy, oversensitive clit.
He circled it, his movements messy and desperate but aided by the slick come still leaking out of your cunt around the sides of his cock. Despite your sensitivity and exhaustion, the intimacy of the act and the rhythm he set was just enough to draw a soft, rolling orgasm out of you and that’s what drove him over.
While you sighed and shuddered underneath him, Astarion swore obscenely and buried his teeth into the place that your neck met your shoulder as he came.
The sensation of hot ropes of come painting your insides was intoxicating.
You sagged into the bed, lost between the sensation of warm, wet heat blooming in your pussy and the sharp sting of his fangs puncturing your neck. Astarion was whining through it all, the noises muffled by your skin but loud nonetheless and his hips shook and bucked erratically as he fucked you through the pleasure.
He tore his mouth away to moan your name pathetically, before licking a soothing stripe across the blood that was now welling from twin puncture wounds.
After a moment, he turned boneless and slumped against you. You cradled him between your arms and thighs as he mouthed lazy, mindless kisses wherever his mouth could reach. You could feel his cock still twitching, buried between your legs and preventing his come from leaking out.
"Hey, pretty boy," you cooed, tracing a fingertip along the length of one of his ears. He shivered, tilting his face until you could meet his eyes.
"My darling," he hummed, a tired smile tugging at his lips. He nuzzled his nose against your jaw, trailing upwards until he was at your ear. Teeth nipped at it and you giggled, using the last of the strength in your arms to curl them around the back of his neck, spearing your fingers into his hair to play with it. His body weight pinned you down to the bed and in any other situation, it would have been uncomfortable.
But Astarion's cool skin was like a balm against the lust driven heat of yours, and the full body contact was stopping you from overheating.
"Do you want to talk or...?" you asked softly, studying his face for any hint of what he might be feeling.
Astarion's expression was laced with tiredness from all the exercise but it still brightened considerably at your question and you smiled, drawing a line over his bottom lip. You traced his smile lines, the bridge of his nose, the darker circles under his eyes that had faded more and more as you kept him well fed.
"I do, yes," he said, leaning in to your touch. "But perhaps not when we're both covered in c-"
"Hey! Watch your mouth," you gasped playfully, pressing a finger against his lips to shush him before he could finish his sentence. He giggled against the aforementioned finger, teeth glinting as he beamed down at you.
"I didn't hear any complaints when I was calling you a good girl, now did I?" he said pointedly, watching with delight as your cheeks reddened. "I knew there was a kinky little freak under all of those heroics."
You tutted at him, still blushing despite it being very true. It wasn't your fault that he had caught you so off guard.
"Okay, okay," you said, laughter lacing your voice as you pushed at his shoulders. "You're right, we should clean up before we talk." Astarion snorted, rolling his eyes because he had been right as usual, but just as he went to pull out of you, you caught him by surprise with your hand on his cheek. He stilled above you, even though the brief movement had caused a shock of overstimulation to race through you both. "Hey. You were perfect tonight. Thank you for sharing this with me. It means... more to me than you know."
You didn't give him time to respond before you were kissing him, all soft and sweet and Astarion exhaled through his nose as he lowered himself onto you again.
It took the discomforting stickiness between your legs for you to eventually break the kiss off and encourage him to pull out.
The sensation made you both bark out matching laughs, still twitching and sensitive.
"Seems as though I haven't lost my touch," he observed from where he sat on his knees, his hands on your knees. You must have looked like a living disaster, defiled and debauched and all of the other 'de's put together. "Ah ah ah," he cooed in false admonishment, cocking his head as he watched his come well up from your puffy cunt and leak out.
He pressed it back inside you with two fingers and you almost jolted off of the bed- oversensitive and trembling.
"Gods Astarion!" you huffed, twisting and writhing under his touch. Thankfully, he kept it to only pushing his come back into you and steered clear of your aching clit. He pulled his fingers from you with a soft, wet sound before shoving them unceremoniously into his mouth and sucking.
Your mind went blank.
Blanker than usual, that is, as you gawked at the spectacle he made of himself- sucking and humming and savoring the combined taste of you both.
"If you wanted to kill me, you could at least drain me instead. This is... obscene," you murmured, and he grinned around his fingers when he looked down at your clearly enraptured expression. He hollowed his cheeks purposefully, smirking because you couldn't take your eyes off him. He cleaved the point of his tongue between his fingers, making sure not to miss anything.
Then, as quickly as he'd done it, he was laughing at your dumbfounded expression and practically bounding from the bed.
He looked invigorated.
He stretched, his full beautiful body on display. Every lithe muscle pulled taut for a moment, his arms stretching far above his head and showing off his toned stomach and biceps. Hells he was too glorious to be put into words.
Despite your gaze lingering on the show he was making of himself, you knew you had to get up so you groaned and went to do so- but a hand on your shoulder pressed you back down. Astarion hovered above you, smiling now with softness in his gaze.
"Stay right there, sweet thing," he said, red eyes bright with elation. "Allow me to pamper you?"
He asked it in such an earnest way that you couldn't find it in you to say no and so you nodded mutely, watching him walk away towards the bathroom. He hummed a soft tune as he went and you slumped back into the soft sheets below, sated, sore and above all, satisfied.
That personal revelation from before was back, churning butterflies in your stomach and stars in your eyes as you lost the battle to keep the smile from your face.
Astarion returned quickly with a wrung out washcloth and set to work on cleaning you up. He was quiet as he worked, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand as he cleaned the mess he had left between your legs with a gentleness you often forgot he possessed. When he was satisfied that you were both clean, he threw the cloth towards the pile of dirty clothes you had been sorting through earlier and collapsed unceremoniously on top of you again.
You grunted hard as you were crushed under the full weight of him, laughter rising up when you felt him giggle.
"Astarion! You're heavy, you little shit," you managed to say between laughs, but you wrapped your arms around him all the same. He didn't reply, beaming at you as he tipped to one side and took you with him.
You were face to face now, laughter trailing off after a moment as he took in every miniscule detail of your face. Reaching up, you brushed his hair away from where it had fallen into his eyes and he blinked, shaking his head a little to settle it into something resembling neat. Although, your grasping hands had made quite sure that he would not look like his well groomed self without the aid of a good hairbrush.
"How are you feeling?" you asked, letting your hand settle on his cheek for a moment. He leaned into the touch, those full lips of his ghosting ever so softly against your palm.
"Giddy. Satisfied. Relieved? A million different things, little dove. It's hard to put my finger on it exactly," he said, rubbing his cheek against the pillow below. He looked thoughtful as he spoke, searching inward to grasp at the scattering emotions in the hopes of finding one he could name. "I think I'm quite proud of myself, actually. I didn't drift away once."
"I'm proud of you," you said, your voice soft as though it was the most precious of secrets. "Tonight was a big step towards starting to heal and I'm... I'm so honored you wanted to share it with me."
Ah shit. You could feel the damn tears coming and you had sworn you wouldn't cry like an imbecile.
Astarion chuckled when he noticed them, bringing his thumbs up to swipe them away before they had a chance to fall.
"Silly dove," he rumbled, leaning in to kiss your forehead and as soon as his lips touched you, you knew you couldn't keep it inside any longer.
"I um... I love you," you said quietly, nervous energy lighting up like electricity in your veins when you felt him still against you.
"What did you just say?" he asked, his voice so wondrously awe filled that you had to pull back to look him in the eye. He was looking at you like you had hung the moon in the sky. Like you had said something so wildly out of left field that he wouldn't have expected it in a million years. Had he really not known? Had he really been so blind to the bone deep, all encompassing adoration you held for him? Or was he just so fundamentally broken that he had never even considered himself worthy of such emotions?
Whatever the reason might have been for his surprise though, you were quick to make sure that he heard you loud and clear the second time you said it.
"I love you, Astarion. Deeply and without limitations. Without caveats or the expectation of it in return," you said, pressing your forehead against his. "I just- Gods, I just adore you."
Any worry you might have had that he would be unable to say it back, or not ready for such a monumental expression of your feelings were quickly assuaged when he gathered you into his arms and kissed you so soundly that it stripped all sense from your head.
"Love you," he breathed against your lips, his kiss passionate and desperate- as though he needed you closer than you could get. "I fucking love you, dove. So much," he managed to say between kisses that were stealing your breath away. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close to you as all the while he only stopped kissing you for long enough to mutter sweet words of adoration into your mouth.
It was more than you had ever hoped for. More than you had ever let yourself believe you could have.
But here you were all the same, wrapped up in his embrace as he poured all of his love for you into soft, warm kisses.
You couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else.
-
Hours later, as you dozed with Astarion wrapped around you, you found yourself once again staring down the murderous monster from your nightmares. The darkness was all encompassing as you stood alone in a clearing, with not even the moonlight for company. Sure enough, inky tendrils shot from the darkness and wrapped themselves around Astarion, yanking him away from you.
Towards danger. Towards death.
This time though, instead of him slipping from your frozen grip-
Your fingers wrapped around his cold wrist and with every ounce of strength you possessed, you hauled him back towards you, behind you. To your surprise, the darkness retreated and when you chanced a look behind, your rag-tag group of adventurers were at your back with their weapons drawn.
Cazador's visage retreated back into the shadows and you met his gaze as he did, challenging, angry and obstinate.
Daring him to try that shit again because you would be ready for him.
Instead of waking in your usual cold sweat, your eyes flickered open almost lazily to find the room still draped in darkness. You could tell that morning was near though as birdsong floated in through the open window.
Beside you, Astarion stirred with a soft intake of breath and you reached out to him, your touch reassuring. When his eyes focused on you, he sighed a soft laugh and stroked a lock of hair from your forehead with gentle fingers.
"Bad dreams, my love?"
You shifted, curling your body against his and pecking a kiss to his lips. He smiled into it.
"No. Not tonight," you said, brushing your nose against his. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I've got you."
He smiled sleepily, humming in distant amusement at how protective you had become of him. He nuzzled himself deeply against your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin. His eyes were drifting shut again already and you smiled, watching him as he dozed off.
"Hmm, love you," he rumbled, already gone before you had a chance to respond. With soft eyes and adoration tugging hard in your chest, you relaxed in his arms.
"Love you too."
In the distance, the sun broke across the horizon in promising swathes of red and gold.