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You’re fully awake now, trying not to let the horror show on your face, knowing he wouldn’t want to see it. "Well ... I hope it was everything you dreamed it would be." |
He smiles, a small, real smile. "It was better," he admits softly. Then the mask is back in place. "It’s got me thinking what our other companions would taste like, actually. Gale, for instance. I think he’d be like a nice, aged brandy, very refined." |
You laugh and play along. "Karlach would be ... a mulled, spiced wine. Served hot, obviously." |
"Mmm, definitely. What about Lae’zel?" |
You think for a moment. "Something exotic, perhaps? Definitely a little sour." |
He nods, lost in thought. |
"I have to say, I’m a little jealous that you’re looking at other necks," you tease, grinning. |
He rolls his eyes. "Please, this is all hypothetical. I’ll behave." You can hear the sarcasm dripping off the last word and you laugh. He continues, "In this purely hypothetical exercise, who would you try, if you could?" |
"You, of course," is out of your mouth before you really even think about it, and the ease of it startles you. |
He laughs, delighted. "I knew you had good taste," he says as he sits up, running a hand through his hair. |
You see his back in the light and can’t stop the gasp that escapes you. He tenses when he hears it, turning his head to eye you over his shoulder. |
You reach out a tentative hand, lightly tracing the scars. It’s Infernal, that much you know, but you can’t make head or tail of it. "What happened?" You ask in a whisper. |
He shrugs, deliberately too casual. "Cazador. He said it was a poem." |
"A poem," you repeat. "Why did he write it in Infernal?" |
"In– Infernal? What?" He reaches a hand around to touch the scars, trying to trace them. "I don’t know," he scoffs. "Probably his idea of a joke." |
You rest your hand in the center of his back and kiss him lightly on the shoulder. "I’m glad you’re away from him," you say simply and then stand to dress. |
Astarion sits for a moment, watching you, before rising and dressing as well. Neither of you say much as you make your way back to camp–which is surprisingly close. You could have sworn the trek was twice as long last night. You hope fervently that they didn’t notice anything. |
That hope is immediately dashed upon your arrival at camp. Everyone is up and moving by now. Gale glowers at everything, especially Astarion. Wyll blushes and looks away anytime you make eye contact. Lae’zel looks down her tiny nose at you and sniffs in disdain. Karlach gives you a big grin and a thumbs-up, and Shadowh... |
You take a deep breath and decide you’re going to pretend like nobody knows anything unless otherwise stated. Astarion preens, sauntering back to his tent to pack his things away, and you’re overcome by the fervent desire to smack him. |
Of all the people to have to room with, you would end up with Astarion. You know you should be grateful for the shelter–it’s been months since you’ve slept in a real bed, and the Last Light Inn is an unexpected haven, but you can’t help but worry about how much sleep you’ll actually be getting. |
The room is tiny, barely large enough to fit the bed; it’s nestled against the wall opposite the door, with a wall at the head and the foot. There is one way in and one way out of it, and in a strange fit of chivalry, Astarion insisted on sleeping between you and the door. Naturally, he also insisted on sleeping nake... |
You tried laying on your right side, but that meant looking at him and his perfect, stupid face, which meant you couldn’t sleep. So now, you lay on your back, trying to think about anything other than how close he is and how badly you want to touch him. It’s a losing battle: memories of your night together keep resurfa... |
Astarion’s arm is suddenly around your waist, mouth at your ear, leg thrown over yours. "You move too much," he grumbles, half-asleep. |
Your words have escaped you. "Wh– uh– sorry," you whisper. Smooth, you congratulate yourself. |
"Something wrong?" He murmurs, voice rough with sleep, muffled because he has his face buried in your hair. His hand travels down to grasp your hip, arm crossing over your stomach. His other arm slips beneath you to cross your chest and grasp your shoulder, pulling you tightly against him. He bends the leg hooked over ... |
"N-nothing," you whisper, praying he can’t tell how wet you already are as he crushes you to him. His voice can make you melt at pretty much any given time, but now, low and gravelly with sleep, muffled against your skin ... you don’t stand a chance. |
"Mmm ..." he nuzzles into your hair, finding the back of your neck. He moves the leg over you to push it between your legs until his thigh is flush against your cunt, skin on skin, and you feel more than hear him chuckle as he notices your arousal. "Doesn’t feel like nothing," he breathes, lips brushing your neck just ... |
You flush, caught out, but say nothing. He releases your hip to slide his hand under the hem of your shirt and trails it slowly to rest low on your abdomen, just above the small patch of hair you’ve been keeping neatly trimmed lately. You bite your lip, trying to stay still, and he presses his leg up against you, rocki... |
"Is this why you can’t sleep?" He teases, still whispering. "You need my cock so badly that it’s keeping you awake, is that it, pet?" |
You moan and nod, wanting him too badly to care about your pride. |
"Say it," he whispers against your skin, "and I’ll be more than happy to help you relax." He slides his hand lower, forming a V with his fingers and stroking gently, slowly on either side of your clit, never touching where you want him most. |
You shake your head, face flushing again with embarrassment, and he chuckles. "It’s your decision, pet. I have no problem leaving you like this and going right back to sleep," he threatens and slowly starts to pull away. |
"Wait–" you’re grabbing his arms before you’ve thought about it, legs locking around his so he can’t move. He chuckles darkly and stills, waiting for you to continue. You take a deep breath. "Please, Astarion," you whisper. |
"Please Astarion what, pet?" He teases. |
You close your eyes. "I can’t sleep because I need your cock," you manage to whisper, barely audible. "Please–" |
He presses his lips to your neck, moving his hand up to circle your throat, and you clutch his arm with both hands. He uses his leg to force yours open, holding you there as his other hand moves to circle your clit, and you arch into him, sighing. "Very good, pet," he praises, and you shiver. He works you with his hand... |
He has you cross your arms behind your back, each hand holding the opposite elbow, and slips his arm underneath you, bringing it across your chest so his hand again rests lightly on your throat. He holds your legs open with his between them and holds his cock at your entrance, head barely brushing against you. You try ... |
"Yes," you whisper, like a liar. You know you probably can’t keep quiet, if your first time with him can be used as any indication, but you’ll say anything at this point to get him inside you. |
He laughs. "I don’t believe you can," he says, and slowly pushes into you, moaning quietly into your neck. You try to stay quiet but he finds your clit again and begins rubbing slow circles with those long, deft fingers. You whimper, and his hand moves from your throat to cover your mouth as he keeps going, moving slow... |
"What did I tell you, pet?" he chides, increasing the pace with his hand. "You don’t want everyone to hear, do you? These walls are so thin." |
You shake your head and whimper, unable to keep it in. He laughs as he fucks you slowly, his cock hitting at just the right angle, slowly stoking the pleasure building in you. "Maybe you do want them to hear," he whispers. "You want them to know how you beg for me," he punctuates with a deep, rough thrust, "what a gr... |
You’re nearing the edge now and he notices, finally thrusting faster, and you rock your hips in time with his thrusts, desperate to have every inch of him as deep inside you as he can go. "Such a needy little thing," he growls in your ear. "Best keep quiet, pet, you don’t want to wake the whole inn." |
You no longer have control over whether or not you’re quiet, and despite your best efforts you are getting louder the closer you get. He kisses your neck tenderly and you can feel his smirk against your skin. |
"You’re close, aren’t you?" He asks, and you nod, whimpering. "Would you like to come?" You nod again, and he laughs. "Tell me. Quietly." |
The whispered words leave you in a rush as his hand leaves your mouth to let you speak, circling your throat to apply light pressure. "Astarion, please, I’m so close, please can I come, please–" |
"Shh," he soothes you. "I know, pet. I know. But I don’t know if you can be quiet," he teases, mercilessly working your clit perfectly as he thrusts faster and harder. |
"I can, I promise, I’ll be good, I’ll be quiet," you pant, barely half-aware of what you’re saying. "Please, Astarion, please let me come on your cock–" |
He moans at that, burying his face in your neck. "Come for me," he orders. His pace becomes less controlled and you obey, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast; he moves his hand to cover your mouth again and reaches his peak in just a few thrusts. You’re lost together for a few moments, overwhelmed with sensation and ... |
You lay there, panting, his forehead resting against the back of your shoulder, and then he chuckles. "You were not quiet," he laughs. |
You laugh with him, too satisfied to care. "Fuck it," you whisper back. |
He smiles and helps you unfold your arms, gently massaging the feeling back into them before turning you to face him. He places gentle fingers under your chin and tilts your face up to him, kissing you softly, then tucks your head under his chin. "Sleep, darling," he whispers. |
You sigh contentedly, snuggling closer and throwing an arm around him. You kiss his throat and whisper, "Thank you," before drifting off. |
You are mostly asleep when you hear him whisper, "Sweet dreams," as he kisses the top of your head. In the morning, you’re not entirely sure it wasn’t part of a dream. |
"You will come to my bed tonight, won’t you, pet?" Astarion asks breezily, as if he already knows the answer. |
You gasp dramatically, holding a hand to your chest in mock scandal. "Astarion," you say, voice overflowing with fake outrage, "that is no way to treat a lady!" He rolls his eyes at you and you grin. "I deserve much better lines than that." |
He huffs, pretending to be annoyed, but you can see the smile in his eyes. "Hmm ... how about this one: All of those accolades from the Tieflings were nothing compared to the sound of my name cried from your lips." He smirks at you, quite proud of himself. |
You study him, a small smile on your lips. "Mm, getting better. Keep going." |
His eyes spark at the challenge. He steps closer, tracing the line of your jaw with one fingertip, ending under your chin. "Every part of your perfect body whispers temptation," he says in a low voice. "It’s as if the gods made you just to ruin me." |
Your smile grows and you tilt your head side-to-side, pretending to consider it. "Could be better," you say finally, grinning at him, "but you’re getting there." |
He laughs. "I can go all night with the flattery, darling, but is that really all you want?" His face grows serious–so much so that it’s almost believable but for the teasing light dancing in his eyes. "What if I said these little words–everyone’s favorite ..." he steps closer to you, brushing a stray hair behind you... |
You try to keep a straight face for as long as you can, which means you last about two seconds before a peal of laughter escapes you. "You’d be lying," you tell him, tapping his nose affectionately, "but you still get an A for effort." |
He grins at you, triumphant, stepping away. "Then I’ll see you tonight, darling, yes?" |
You hum in thought and he pauses. "I think I need a little honesty, actually," you say, a predatory smirk slowly forming on your face. |
Astarion cocks his head at you, reminding you again of a predator assessing his prey–a predator still resting in the confidence that he has the advantage. |
You step closer to him, lightly trailing your nails down his chest, your smirk growing as his hands move to circle your waist as if by instinct. You lean in as if to kiss him but stop just short and whisper against his lips, "How badly do you want it?" |
His fingers flex on your waist, trying to pull you closer, but you resist. He tries to press his lips against yours, but you quickly thread a hand in his hair and pull, keeping him from moving closer. His eyes had drifted closed but they snap open, narrowing at you, and he growls in frustration. "Do you mind, pet?" He ... |
"Use your words, darling," you respond in a sing-song voice, smiling at him brightly. |
He growls again and tries to tug you closer, but you plant your feet and laugh softly. "Say it, and I’ll happily indulge you," you tease him, knowing he’ll recognize his own words turned against him. |
He sighs through his nose, pressing his lips together in a thin line. His fingers drum on your waist as he thinks for a moment. You allow it, tracing the lines of his body with feather-light touches, lingering where you know he’s sensitive, adding more pressure as you near the waistband of his pants, dancing away quick... |
"I know," you say cheerily, continuing your attentions. "But you say such pretty things sometimes. I want to hear all the ways you’ll tell me you want me." |
"I am two seconds away from fucking you right here, regardless of who is awake and watching," he growls. |
"A little vulgar, but it’s a start," you say and lean into him, rewarding him with a kiss. He moans and pulls you closer as your tongues dance, the sound sending fire racing through your veins, but you keep control and pull away almost immediately. The sound he makes as you break the kiss is unmistakably a whimper, and... |
"I quite like hearing you whine for me," you tease. |
"Don’t get used to it," he warns, his eyes burning as he watches you. |
"Mm ... too late," you smile up at him before stepping back, out of his arms. "I’ll see you tonight," you say with a wink. |
You wait until the fire has all but died down before making your way to his tent. Astarion is waiting for you, shirtless already, reclined on his bedroll with a book in hand, like usual. You secretly love that he seems to be such a bookworm, wandering around camp with his nose in a book any time he has the chance. It j... |
His tent is small but cozy, which you didn’t expect, and filled with lots of lavish things, which you did expect. There are several candles lit, all in gold candlesticks, giving the space a warm, inviting light. He’s propped up several pillows, rich fabrics of red, purple, and gold, to lean against as he reads. He’s s... |
Astarion smiles up at you, soft and unguarded, and your heart does that stupid thing it does in your chest whenever he looks at you like that. Cut it the fuck out, you tell it sternly as you smile back at him. You place your hand in the center of his chest and push lightly, encouraging him to lean back against the cu... |
Your lips meet and the world fades, narrowing to the sensation of his skin against yours; your hands in his hair, on his chest; his tongue in your mouth; his bottom lip between your teeth; his hand on your waist, trying to pull you closer to him. |
You break the kiss and settle back into his lap, your center directly over the considerable erection already waiting for you. You smirk at him and roll your hips, grinding against him, and he rolls his eyes as though unaffected–but you catch the tensing of his jaw, there and gone. |
You see his book on the edge of your vision and inspiration strikes. You lean over and pick it up, handing it to him and saying, "Read to me." |
"I had something more ... erotic in mind than a bedtime story, pet," he drawls. |
You smile sweetly at him. "I know. Now read." |
"Darling, I don’t think–" |
"Shh," you breathe, placing a finger over his lips. "I didn’t ask for your opinion, doll. Read." |
He narrows his eyes at you. "Doll?" |
You give him your sweetest smile. "Yes. You’re just so pretty, so perfect ... like a little doll." You trace the lines of his face lightly with your fingertips before abruptly fisting your hand in his hair and tugging lightly. "Now read." |
He rolls his eyes but acquiesces, opening the book and reading, his voice low and soothing. |
"Good," you praise and roll your hips against him again. His reading doesn’t falter but you see him tense, his long fingers flexing on the cover of the book very briefly. |
You smile, enjoying the heady feeling of him actually doing as he’s told. You’re well aware that whatever it is that’s between you is motivated by his need to manipulate and control those around him, and you’ve allowed it because, gods, look at the man. So far, everything has been mutually beneficial, but perhaps it’s... |
As he reads, you move to sit on your knees between his legs and gently trace your hands along his thighs, up and down, over and over, on each pass edging your fingertips closer to his erection. His voice stays even, almost bored, as he reads aloud from his book. |
You grin and place a soft, lingering kiss on his waist, noting how he tenses under your hands even though his face and voice give nothing away. As you place kisses all over his stomach, you undo his pants, brushing his cock with your fingertips accidentally-on-purpose every so often. When you look at him again, his han... |
That won’t do, you think to yourself. You finally free him from his pants and grip him firmly in one hand, gratified when you hear a slight hitch in his breath. You stroke him slowly, enjoying how he occasionally hesitates between words as you work him up. |
When you put your mouth on him, he stutters and you chuckle. He keeps reading, breathing hard between sentences and occasionally stopping altogether to close his eyes and gather his composure. You slowly work your way down his shaft, taking more of him into your mouth little by little, swirling and flicking your tongue... |
"Fuck," he swears, one hand coming to rest on the back of your head. You hum and he gasps, so you do it again and his hand fists in your hair as he moans softly. |
You pull back, releasing him from your mouth with a soft pop, and rest your chin on one hand as you lazily stroke him with the other. You wait for him to open his eyes and find yours before you ask, "Did I tell you to stop reading, doll?" |
He smirks. "No, I don’t believe you did, pet." |
"Hmm ... and yet you did stop." |
He grins at you. "I could hardly concentrate on the book with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock." |
You smile softly at him. "Points for flattery, but you still didn’t listen." |
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