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Astarion sighed, dropping his hold on their hands, feeling for a moment the disappointment from his companion but trying to ignore it. It was too new. Too...different. For the time being. "You’re terribly correct, that was embarrassing. Nuzzling? Really, darling? How lewd." |
"I know, it remains a curse upon this terrible flesh of mine. All this talk of Godhood and I’m afraid I simply don’t stand a chance. Thoughts?" |
Now they wanted a peer review? "I...to be honest I have no idea. Desiring something as whimsical as sitting in one’s lap without a good rut is so far outside my purview of experience I’m...I’m not certain how I feel about it. But...but it isn’t awful." |
"We could lay some ground rules, if you like." |
Astarion rolled his eyes, but, yes, not awful. "What have you in mind, my dear?" |
"Well, if I ask for or desire something you aren’t comfortable with, immediately let me know." This talk of comfort, again. "Suffice to say how innocent these gestures are, for some they may still yet be too unappealing. For some they seem too romantic in nature, though friends may partake an outsider may see the actio... |
"Quinntav, if I cared what the lesser rabble thought of me, truly, I would have spent more time indoors. I’m apparently beautiful enough to land myself scores of partners, that’s more then enough for my taste." |
Quinn smiled impishly. |
"Yet this is new ground-." |
"Enough. Continue." |
"That, too. If I say anything, tease you or whatever, and you dislike it, that counts as crossing the line as well." |
"...very well. I will mention it." Astarion refused to dash the possibility entirely. He liked the teasing, only this subject matter was still yet new for him. |
"So, public displays not off the table, but when it comes to initiating I’ll leave it for you, for now." |
"You know, you make a very poor negotiator." |
"I’ve gone five years without a decent snuggle, Astarion, I can wait for your sake. Yet, in private during any sharing, if I were to, say, take advantage, let me know if I have gone too far. P-playing with your hair, for instance." |
"Did you stutter over the idea of playing with my hair?" |
"It’s very lovely, Astarion. Like the curving arches of dancing cloud coverage on a summer day." |
Heat Astarion couldn’t explain shot to his face, faint as it was. "I heard it was graying, but no one has ever likened it to the sky." And on a sunny day, no less. Days he was still yet growing accustomed to in their brilliance. |
"Or as sea foam is, in it’s color. White, and frothing," had they stepped closer? Their eyelids had turned sleepy, their mouth curved softly. "A snowbank, unmarred by the footfalls of any wayward traveler." |
He was going to expire on the spot. "I understand! I’m, I’m beautiful. You don’t need to butter me up any further, darling, I’m still standing here. Unless you would like to. Gods knows the rain isn’t letting up any time soon." |
"May I?" They brightened, the haze their eyes had undergone not going away entirely, but the delight there made that crimson shine. "I could mention the cut of your jaw, next. How nicely it fits tucked against my collar, angular and proud. The draw of your nose, the pink tips of those fine ears-." |
A hand flew to one such ear. "They are not pink." |
"I wish to bite them, sometimes. Is that strange? It sounds absurdly appealing." |
"They’re sensitive, you brute!" But maybe. |
"And when your eyes quiet sometimes..." they blinked, and drew back, embarrassment flickering across their features. "You get the picture." |
"Sorry, no, I do not." |
"Vampires and their reflection, I," their face cleared. "I hadn’t thought of that. I am a terrible Hunter!" |
"You only understand this now? After five years of sword juggling rather then any actual slaying?" |
"Azzy, if I had a face like yours and half the personality I would never stop staring at myself." Half the-! "You’re gorgeous , Astarion." |
"You said the very same thing about a cherry pie at the Druid’s Grove, so forgive me if I do not see that as a through enough compliment." Yet his voice lacked the heat he meant it to contain; if he dared keep saying such things, Quinntav was bound to-. |
"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?" |
"Because it’s as you said...we have time. Have I mentioned those fingers of yours, yet, dove?" |
Astarion swatted away their reaching hand. But they were laughing, and perhaps he was as well. |
Quinntav was dancing. |
They had set aside their scimitars for the evening, leaving their violin be all the same to allow their bandaged arms to rest, but nothing would stop them from alighting upon the central rocky outcropping of their camp to spin circles with one of the Tieflings of the grove. Astarion watched, comforted that his general ... |
Gale lit the air with sparks of enchanted fire flies, the motes of power crisscrossing the air over Quinntav’s head, the velvet Teifling still yet unaware of the way some of the others watched them. Not only when they danced. Not only when they sang. Not only when they bled. But that night Astarion allowed himself to s... |
Quinn had tossed aside their boots some time ago. Their long, split sleeves were as tapered wings, hiding the blanketed lacerations, self-inflicted and not, that they had shrugged the Cleric off from healing. Their legs would be the same, of that he was certain, but they still wore their trousers cropped close, only th... |
Scars, so many scars, and they danced with teeth glimmering sharp in the firelight. |
"Quite a sight, are they not?" |
"Hm?" Astarion was nearly startled, the Blade of Frontiers himself having approached and dared to stop to stand alongside him, a cup in hand, and his usual tattered sleeping gear displaying his narrow hips to the light. "Quinntav? Of course! You would think they have had three cups of wine as opposed to the one, but al... |
"Is it not a joyous occasion, Astarion? The evil scrounge kept at bay, a tale that will be told throughout this land by the earth itself until at least I am but dust in the wind," he waved his cup at the Bard, who allowed themself to be dipped by their Tiefling partner, their hair curling in the air as they were swiftl... |
"You know, Wyll, if you wanted to have a show there are places in Baldur’s Gate where I’m certain you could find a discount." He was being catty. The alcohol was terrible, but he had been within worse gatherings, and there was really no stopping him from leaving to enjoy the night on his own terms. And yet he remained. |
"True," the man nodded, going along with his jab. "But none would be so brilliant sight as this one." |
Above with the swinging end to crescendo of playing, Quinntav ran and leapt off the rock, leaping directly towards Karlach, who plucked them from the air, and swung them with a laugh down to level ground. A cheer went up, the Tiefling pair quickly finding themselves gifted with drinks of their own, and somewhere in the... |
Until the Druid appeared beside them, catching their attention, both grinning widely. Astarion clicked his tongue, the wine in his stomach souring all the more. |
"I see I am not the only one to have noticed." |
"Oh, quiet. I’m sure there’s some cat stuck on a branch for you to save somewhere, mister hero." |
Wyll shook his head, seeming to preparing to say something...but then he dropped it, thank hell. "Have a good night, Astarion." He waltzed away, quickly taken up by some waif swooning for his affection. But Astarion knew Wyll enough, he was likely to spend his night leaving a score of broken hearts behind and sleeping ... |
Quinntav, on the other hand, seemed to be in some sort of shock. |
"I do believe I owe you a platinum, dove." |
"I know," Astarion had his knuckles pressed to his mouth, but there was no hiding the clear delight in his eyes, or the upturn of his mouth, or, hell, the degree to which he was obviously trying not to laugh. "I saw." His hand went back, and Quinn rolled their own eyes, plopping down in the chair he often kept at his t... |
Not too far away the lovely Alfira had begun to strike up a tune on her lute, the body of her teacher’s instrument, with it’s own glass of wine at it’s base, nearby and gleaming in the dancing light of the several fires lit for the evening. It was their first night of revelry since the destruction of the goblin fortres... |
The Tiefling refugees were still leaving, despite Halsin’s offer to keep them there. His lack of presence among the walls after their recent threat of being turned out meant they weren’t assured a permanent place of safety, and many simply wished to move ahead to meet their families in Balder’s Gate. All the same, they... |
Just beyond the firelight Quinn could see the Druid Halsin speaking to Zevlor, and they wondered if the shifter was hinting at the same possibility of a liaison with the red Tiefling "while the night was young" as he had with Quinn. |
"I simply can’t understand where that came from." |
"You mean to tell me you haven’t noticed his trailing watch as you pursued throughout the sanctuary, asking after everyone and their dog’s well being following our monumental battle?" |
Quinn flicked up their glance, Astarion holding a goblet of his own, looking artfully regal in his low cut shirt as music swelled in the air, and others not well into their cups danced to the frivolity of it all. |
"Or perhaps when you walked up to that cage we found him in, hm? Demanding the goblins cut him loose before you proceeded to mince them into paste?" |
"How is that remotely-." |
"Or even still when you asked him how to properly raise a child , an Owlbear cub you named Carnage," he waved over to where dear Carnage was being held in Karlach’s arms, the Barbarian woman lifting him with apparent, delighted ease despite his massive bulk...and getting bulkier every day. "After you rescued the chi... |
"Astarion, that man spoke for a full half hour about Carnage’s diet, his sleeping pattern, when he should be expected to find a mate, and where I should take him to provide him a home!" Quinn sighed, thinking of the road ahead, knowing it was the alcohol in their cup that had successfully made them rather amusing by th... |
"Blessed hells," Astarion squeezed his nose, likely wishing he was anywhere else but there. Speaking of. |
"What are you doing here?" |
"What?" His eyes snapped down to their’s, red on red. "Are you asking me why I haven’t left yet, or how I came to be? Because darling if you know nothing about the dragons and the dandelions then I’m afraid we may need to rework our partnership-." |
"No! Astarion, everyone is drinking and having fun! Half these Tieflings have been through hell and back, and I know for a fact that you’re one of, if not the most handsome one at this party. Why not indulge?" |
"Are you telling me to find someone to fuck, Quinntav?" |
"I know I’m not very helpful in that regard," they sipped from their mug, wincing at the flavor. It truly was terrible. "I would offer, but I understand it may still seem strange." |
"Strange" is one word for it." There was more energy in his posturing, making Quinn stare in blatant interest at the up tick in movement. "I never imagined that anyone would honestly want to get another off without reciprocation..." |
"Think of it like giving a name day present. The sheer act of it would make me happy," they stood up, almost feeling daring as the vampire watched them stand before him, not much effort required since the chair was so near to his lithe legs. "Undressing the package, seeing the light change in your eyes, the expression ... |
"And what will you ask for after," Astarion asked, unblinking, but not completely blowing the idea out of the water either. Quinn felt their tail curl up behind them. "To lay your head upon my chest?" |
"Better yours then mine, dove," Quinn replied, and he dared to tuck his finger under the vampire’s chin, if only for a moment. They still had a noticeable inch on Astarion, after all. "You can listen to the beating of my tumultuous heart and say that it sounds as "excitable" as the rest of me." |
Astarion stared, then. "You know what, fuck it ." He tossed his goblet back, Quinn watching him drown it with some concern before the twist of disgust on his face caused them to chortle. "Take me into the woods and service me, you strange creature." |
Snickering, Quinn offered their hand, and Astarion took it, holding his chin high as they walked away, until Quinn set out into a light jog, causing the aristocrat to sputter. |
Quinn led their companion to a secluded spot some ways from camp. They had been out and about the perimeter enough times to see where they were going, despite the dark, and had in mind a small clearing among the trees with a plush carpet of flowers and old stones. The stones were overrun with moss and leaf fall, the ca... |
"Oh, someone's in a hurry." |
"The ground here is pleasant enough, but I know how you dislike stains," Quinn grinned, draping the over-large thing down upon the moss. As they straightened, they saw Astarion's expression flicker from surprise to coy. |
"Chivalry. And here I thought this would be a kick press against some poor squirrel's home and a hand down my trousers." |
"well, if you like it rough, dove, I can provide at your leisure," Quinn replied in good humor, offering Astarion a hand, and squeezing his palm gently as he reciprocated. "But "quick Quinn" was never my favorite epithet for the circus." |
As Quinn lowered Astarion to the ground, the vampire kicked out his legs, almost appearing to be lounging upon the earth. Quinn wasn't sure if they could provide the most entertaining experience after two centuries of existence, but with a bite of their lip they would be sure that the taste was at least pleasing. Astar... |
"I've lost more in more dramatic nights, dove," Quinn replied, the vampire sniffing when they seemed to imply that this encounter was expected to be less then exhausting. "Trust me in this, if nothing else." |
Quinn said this leaning into the vampire spawn, trusting Astarion's quick interest in the crimson on their tongue to captivate him, using that advantage to tease for a kiss, draw back, and then give into Astarion's pressing advantage with a swallowed snicker. |
Astarion's hands flew to their forearms, his tongue entering their mouth to quickly taste the red within, and Quinn slanted closer, pleased by the hum that followed. |
Quinn felt the drag of teeth and reached for the vampires sides, Astarion parting from his mouth with a gasp of outrage. The Tiefling smiled into his jaw, nipping lightly at the corner of his chin, pressing a red painted grin to the pale elf's neck. |
"Did you just tickle me?" |
"I've found your weakness," Quinn hissed with glee, but let him be with a drag of thumbs below Astarion's ribcage. |
"Can you not take anything seriously," the vampire asked, though he did not draw away or stop Quinn from drawing a wet line over his collarbone. |
"Absolutely not," Quinn promised, laughing gently with his dulled complaint. |
"I don't know what to do with myself," Astarion muttered. |
"If you pull my hair I will fall to my knees every night for you for the rest of my life." |
"Well that certainly works for me," the vampire growled, Quinn's nails pricking his skin as they bit gently into the top of his pectoral. They asked politely for a divestion of his shirt, amused when his curls fluttered during the removal, but quickly returning to dropping marked kisses down his sternum, to his stomach... |
"This is a lovely picture," Astarion said in a hush, prompting Quinn to glance up from beneath their lashes, doing nothing about their sharp toothed grin. |
"If only you were where I am." |
Astarion's lips parted briefly, but Quinn did not address his quiet surprise, instead unlacing his terribly tight trousers, and knicking a hip bone with a canine that did not break skin, but still caused their companion to twitch. |
"You damned--" Quinn's left hand found a curve of ass, and with that gripping purchase they dug their teeth into the curving meat where the vampire's abdomen and hip met. A strangled groan of alarm and frustrated pleasure cut off Astarion's threat, and yet again Quinn was not forced away. |
A press of their nose to the hard line of his steeled cock was all they needed to know by way of the full truth. |
"Never in my days," Astarion tried, but Quinn was there, slipping down the cut length that afforded him access to the delightful member, running their forked tongue beneath its vulnerable underbelly of flesh. |
"Tell me to stop, and I will." |
"Don't you fucking dare." |
"The safe word is larva." |
"That's disgusting!" |
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