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It was a noticeable change from their earlier attitude in the bar. Astarion contemplated returning, giving them some time alone in perhaps the only place in the last safe haven in the Shadowfell that anyone could find privacy. But he also knew that they hated being alone in any situation. |
"Fuck it," not his mouth, but their’s. They bit into their fruit, juices dripping from their mouth, and they dropped the remainder where they had first. Astarion was already confused, this deepened when they swept off their shirt, tossing it somewhere out of sight. Then they began to work at the laces of their trousers... |
"What the Devil are you doing?" |
"Fucking Hells, Astarion!" |
"For a Hunter you are remarkably easy to sneak up on," he quipped, ascending the short flight of stairs to the platform. Their shirt had been shucked in a revealed chair, and he saw a bowl of fruit on a round table nearby: they had plans to stay there for awhile that night, at least. "What is this," he asked, waving to... |
They were quiet. He reached out and gave a knock, finding their mental walls up and not accepting visitors. "Need some time alone, do you, darling?" |
"I, yeah, yeah just a short while, really," they said, Astarion seeking the darkening around their cheeks and watching them with rapt interest. "I’m sorry, dove, I’m being strange." |
"Not very much more then usual, at least not when compared to those few others times you went off alone. But every time that occurs its typically following an episode." By then they had both shortened the distance between the other, Astarion’s eyes sweeping over their lean form, appreciating the sight of their scarred ... |
"No episode tonight, fingers and tails crossed," Quinn replied, temporarily crossing their pointer and middle fingers, wrapping their tail into a loose knot. "I only...I just need to take care of one of my more...baser needs, and I’ll be back up." |
"You’re masturbating?" |
Their hands flew to their face. "We didn’t have to say it!" |
"I don’t understand. You’ve mentioned "taking care of yourself" before, sweetling, why the sudden embarrassment? If I seem to recall you’ve fucked me quiet soundly in the past." |
"Because. Becausebecause. It’s getting to be...a problem." They dropped their hands. "And I don’t need those thoughts mucking up the furniture of our mental tête-à-têtes." |
"I don’t understand." Altough. Actually. They never had pressed upon him a lustful thought before. An idea, a carnal need. If any thought strayed in that direction it had been to compliment his own enthusiastic response, but had vanished since he had made his request. "I thought you didn’t have such inclinations to beg... |
"When did I phrase it that way?" |
"Never, but it seems in character." |
They opened their mouth, then shut it sullenly. "You’re right it does. And you’re correct, I never have these desires unless it’s been some time, a proper amount of back and forth and giving a fuck and-," they stopped talking but continued to gesture. At him. "I have that with you. I have familiarity, and, and deep aff... |
Quinn smiled quickly, the grin fading slightly but not vanishing. "I would remind you every hour, on the hour, if you would but give me permission. But I believe that’s why my body has begun to catch up." |
"And after my asking to take sex off the table for the foreseeable future, you fear chasing me away with your need for me?" He didn’t mean to tease; it seemed Quinntav was utterly incapable of not surprising him with their consideration of his well-being. "Quinntav," he offered his hands, Quinn near at once laying thei... |
"But you know how I am, Astarion. I tease too often. What happens if I have one too many ales and you’re stuck with imagery of how wonderful I might find your backside if we should ever want to consider trying-," they stopped. "Well." |
"For one, yes, that is something worth considering. Two, if by any chance I am discomfited I will simply flick you away. And third, you do realize that very example involves, once again, mostly focusing on my pleasure?" |
"I may have a...worship...inclination." |
"Oh." He waited to feel disgusted, disappointed, utterly indifferent, even. But...this was new. "Partners have claimed that I am beautiful. They’ve made some mention of getting on their knees for me, but those were all petty words. A flirtation as they were taken by the...heat of the moment. Color me intrigued." |
Quinntav chuckled in their throat, the delightful blush remaining. "When you’re ready we can work out the details. I...I can explain." |
"Why-? Has something changed?" |
"Not entirely, I...will confess that you are not the only one who, from time to time, takes care of one's needs in private. There are also methods of reaching sexual gratification that do not require sex." |
"...are you talking about mutual masturbation?" Their smile had fled entirely. Hells, they almost seemed nervous! "I’ve never...are you sure? That wouldn’t bore you?" |
"Bore me? I don’t very well know, I’ve never actually done it myself. Typically wooing anyone required a more hands on approach. But then no one else has ever wanted to have sex with my person purely for the sake of my own satisfaction. I believe watching you, watching me, driving yourself towards completion our of she... |
"Oh...oh, well. Um. Would you like to sit on the altar?" |
Astarion peered back at said altar. And met their eyes again. "Have I told you recently how magnificent you are?" |
"I’ll fetch some pillows." |
"I’ll lock the door." |
Was he giddy? He was giddy. But also fucking nervous. What if in the middle of things he had some horrible recollection? What if he simply wasn’t ready, that even something as innocent as watching one another would be too much to bear? He would ask to stop, no doubt Quinntav would stop, but...but then there would b... |
By the time he had returned from basically barring the door— easy enough, given there had been a crossbar to slam shut— they had taken every spare cushion to be found among the hoard and situated them beneath the statue of Selûne. They gave a few some unnecessary pats, Astarion noticing with a tide of unexpected fondne... |
"Shall we open up the connection?" |
"S-sure," they replied, unsteadily. |
"I have heard your thoughts on my person before." |
"And why you have not yet locked me in a crate and tossed me into a river yet, I have no idea." |
"Perhaps I desire to be worshiped," Astarion replied, their lips gently parted, their eyes brilliantly wondrous as they offered a hand, and he used it to leverage himself up onto the stone table. "Perhaps I want it all." |
Quinn pressed a kiss to his knuckles, looking up not beneath their lashes but with straight forward conviction. With thanks. The path opened, and any attempt at composure shuddered. Their love for his very being caught him in a wave, utterly cloying. |
"We stop when you stop." |
They released his hand and stepped back, and with one finger pulled loose the string of their trousers, "Forgive me for my presumptuous nature, my Love, my Lord." Their voice had dipped low with their eye lids, but he could still make out every syllable. "I have deigned to covet you carnally, and my thirst may not be q... |
They wanted to be directed. They were giving him control. |
Astarion hiked up a leg, resting his arm on his knee, appearing to lounge, hiding his craving interest under a growing rise of tentative pleasure at this change of events. |
"My most pious observer. First a gift, I think," he took hold of his shirt and removed it swiftly, practice making perfection, and after folding it tossed it towards them. Quinntav caught it, pressing it to their nose and inhaling, causing a rush of surprise and delight to build in his chest. |
"Dear lord, you sinner weeps in gratitude for this most remarkable of blessings." |
"Wherefore do you weep, servant?" |
"Within my fragile heart," they pressed a palm to their chest, and then swept low, tucking their hand into their trousers: "Within my untoward desire." |
"Did I command you to touch yourself?" |
"No," they removed their hand, "Forgive my over eagerness." |
"I might. First. My gift. You will wear it and remove those leggings. They're in my way." |
"Yes, most beloved," Quinn had a remarkable skill for fitting on clothing despite their horns, and his made for an easy fit. Seeing the garment on them made him aware of a desire he hadn't previously been aware of, and as they removed the clip over their tail, stepping out of their bottoms, the sight of them only in th... |
It was a primal, base response, but his body responded all the same: seeing it on them, it only solidified the fact that they were his. |
"Does this please you, my god?" They had felt his satisfaction and met it with their own delight. |
"It pleases very much," he replied with no small growl to his voice, desire and amusement co-mingling as strange dance partners within himself. "It would please me further to see you on your knees, begging me to touch you." |
Quinn felt to their knees at once, Astarion glimpsing bare thigh, and the furred hill of their sex. "Do you hear my prayers, my lord? Do you see yet my yearning? You are as the sun is to me, the singular most wonderful of stars in the sky, providing warmth and certainty of, if anything, my desire to have you. You small... |
They meant every word of it. Quinntav could dress it up in pretty words and prettier speech but the connection told Astarion the straight forward truth: they wanted him, and would have him in any gracious manner he would provide. |
"Was that a pun?" |
Quinntav’s composure cracked. They fell forward, covering their face with their hands, that damned tail whipping behind them. They were giggling. "I’m so, so sorry!" The shirt had risen upward, giving the most wonderful view of their ass, but-. |
"Are you commending my holiness with word play?" |
They turned their head up enough he could spy their grin as they replied: "Is that not also a kink?" |
Astarion smothered his eyes with the meat of his palms, groaning in agony. "Why did I think seducing a clown would yield any other result?" |
"I am throughly seduced, my lord," they said with the same humor, righting themself on hands and knees, pretty as a picture. Prettier perhaps, Astarion’s hand finding the hard length in his leather trousers, Quinntav’s smile faltering as they followed the motion. It was as if they had set their eyes on a sudden feast s... |
"Are you in awe of me?" |
"In astonished awe." |
"Do you want me?" |
"I want you on your knees," they sat up on their knees, back straight, their marvelously strong calf muscles devoid of any tremble. "I want you to taste yourself, darling." |
They did as he commanded, slipping a hand down their chest, down their abdomen, between the slot tucked within. Their expression shifted with the feeling, his own thighs clinched at the sight, and he watched them withdraw, before sliding their fingers into their mouth. First pushing them in, sucking, and, as they were ... |
"Thank you, my lord," their voice had dipped. |
"How do you find yourself?" |
"Second only to your flavor." |
An image of them between his knees flashed through his mind. A familiar one, Quinntav’s mouth full with his cock, the brilliant hum in their throat rattling his sensitive nerves, as if he were an instrument being plucked. Save for in this occurrence it had changed, Quinntav becoming a hungry vessel begging for his seed... |
He wanted to fuck them into the floor. |
Quinn whimpered, sharp yearning a slap against their conscious. |
"Your tail. Fuck yourself. I want you to fuck your cunt as you would me." |
"Y-yes, my lord." Their tail curled up from behind them. |
Their voice broke as the spade entered: "A-Astarion-!" |
He finished removing his laces, and gripped his cock, already dripping with pre-cum. When had it begun? When they first fell to their knees? When they were overcome with laughter as the prostrated before him? He couldn’t say, but now the sight of their tail entering and exiting their entrance made the veins in his leng... |
"Please yourself, love," he asked them, his voice less demanding then it was distracted, breathy, the waves of their own enjoyment reflecting and compounding his own. "Touch yourself." |
"Y-yes, Astarion," with the fingers of one hand they fisted his shirt and placed it to their mouth, the vampire groaning at the sight/smell. With their others, they touched the heart of their sex, clever fingers dancing. Their moan was a lifted vibrancy of surprise, he heard it leaving his mouth, too. |
Astarion reached down and cupped his balls, watching their face for a reaction, panting as they did, knees shaking as theirs shook. Their mouth was held open, he could see the flesh of their tongue, could imagine it so fucking clearly meeting his, tasting the head of his dick, swirling and sucking-. |
Quinn let out a sharp moan, he broke off one of his own, from there it was a blur of sensation. Of sound. Of music, barely comprehensible in the whirl of mad Want building in his head. In his skin. In every part of him. |
Suddenly it was over. |
He was aware of the screaming end, but all that remained was a heaving of lungs, a rawness to his throat, and the sound of Quinntav falling forward on to their forearms. "Holy fucking Hells." |
Still heaving he looked down at himself. His hand, and abdomen were covered in his seed. His cock was still hard, but the barest touch set his teeth on edge. From the floor, Quinntav made a noise, then met his eyes. Saw the state of him. |
A need hit his chest. "Clean me." Nearly begging. |
Quinntav stood up, stride sure, muscles aching, but then there they were, taking the wrist of the hand between their fingers, licking away the cum on his stomach. Along his hips. Licking fingers, kissing his palm. Taking his cock with their other hand, and with first a meeting of eyes that spoke of apology, carefully r... |
"The altar, Quinn," he said to them, his voice crushed velvet, his mind knowing such a liking came from them, but Quinn was quiet as he stood up for them to take his place. He did not need to kneel over much, they lay back near length wise across the altar, Astarion dipping his head there to brush his tongue for the fi... |
Once their cunt was clean, he nosed the inside of their thigh, found them welcoming, and bit down. He smelled it. The up kick of spice he so tried to replicate in his soaps and oils, but then there it was a again, the wetting of their cunt. |
Previous fears be damned, Astarion was somewhere else then. Far away from those horrors, from those sick reminders. Instead he was somewhere where he could taste their blood on his tongue, dip his fingers into their sex, and moan blissfully into the meat of their flesh as he took them again. |
All for himself. |
The curse had been lifted from over the Shadowfell. Light broke forth through the tumbling gray clouds in strikes of brilliance, finding crevices, cracks, and creeping vines stirring from a hundred or so year’s worth of imposed darkness. As the vampire stopped to stand before the glass doors that overlooked the yard be... |
Down by the river, where Halsin had opened his infernal gate to the Abyss itself, he spotted Quinntav standing with Isobel and her Aasimar lover. The Tiefling was talking animatedly, failing their arms about while both women watched. Astarion couldn’t pick up what was being said, and their connection only allowed surfa... |
He couldn’t begin to guess what it was with them, but they remained as unflappable as ever. Never mind going to the towers and finding out the first person to know them as they once were deemed them an arrogant prick. Then they all had to kill the wretched bastard, leaving Quinn with likely more questions then before. |
No, they didn’t let it deter them. As a group they were collectively exhausted again, and chose to stay at the inn for a while to recover after the sheer amount of fuckery they had all been through. Astarion couldn’t complain, any time he was given to contemplate how he was going to kill Cazador was a gift horse in his... |
Since their night on the altar of Selune, both the vampire and his Tiefling had also made up a bed down there below. They hadn’t had sex again, or done anything sex adjacent since, and some nights he needed the space for himself for a few hours, but their relationship had been...good. Fantastic, really. |
Even with Quinntav’s own sexual desires waking from their slumber, everything they had feared frightening him away had been intriguing at best, amusing for the most part, and, at worst, utterly bewildering. But their sex drive still ran low by all accounts, and every stray fantasy he seemed to catch involved pleasing h... |
It was still something he was growing accustomed to, just as he was still learning how to receive smaller intimacies. He had stopped questioning why they were doing them, at least, but whenever they occurred— be it an innocent touch of the hand, or a tuck of hair— he became hyper aware each time. |
But he wanted to grow used to them. That was why he was finally deciding to-. |
Astarion had been watching them from afar idly as he thought. Watching as they stopped talking and mounted the rock where the portal had been. Watching Alyn stand before them as Shadowheart wandered over to join the discussion. Watching as the Aasimar began to weave a spell he had begun to recognize from Shadowheart, a... |
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