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Not Tav and not anyone else in Faerun. Why should Astarion miss out on such an opportunity to let another have a chance with the Druid?
The two friends hold each other's gaze for a moment more before Astarion huffs out a breath and pushes himself up from his seat. "You know, I suddenly have the urge to stretch my legs for a bit. I think I’ll go for a walk," he starts, shaking his head when Tav bursts into laughter. He cannot help but laugh with them. "Maybe I will do some mountaineering while I am out."
Astarion's limbs feel heavy, awkward, and stiff as he approaches the river bank. This is foreign to him. Usually, he is the one who lures pretty men and women away with sweet words and tempting stares. He cannot help but wonder if this is how his prey felt as they followed him down the streets of Baldur’s gate, unaware of the horrors that awaited them at Cazador’s palace. He feels a knot forming in his chest, winding up tighter and tighter as he approaches the river bank.
Halsin is sitting on the shoreline. The slowly moving water washes over his feet and dampens his lower pant legs. His elbows rest on his knees as he stares into the stream, seemingly lost in thought. That is until he hears Astarion approaching. He turns his head to offer the vampire a smile and that tense knot in Astarion’s chest unfurls. He feels like he can breathe easier.
The Druid rises to his feet and walks to meet Astarion at the river's edge. "You came," Halsin’s voice is low as he reaches out to take Astarion’s hand in his own. He steps in close and raises the pallid hand to his mouth, pressing his lips against the soft skin on the back of the vampire's hand. His other hand rests on Astarion’s side, beckoning him closer.
"Of course I did, darling," Astarion says with a lilt of amusement in his voice. He does not pull away. He does not want to. Instead, he steps in and lets Halsin hold him closer. His hand slides from the Druid’s grasp. He reaches up to gently run against Halsin’s scars and tattoos before resting on the nape of his neck. "I would hate to let you down, especially after you were so well-behaved for me last time," he purrs. This close, he can smell the blood coating Halsin’s skin, his sweat, and the scent of the forest. It’s intoxicating. "Or do you think me cruel enough to deny you this?" His fingers curl, grabbing a handful of the brunette’s hair and using it to pull his head back and expose his neck more fully.
Halsin grits his teeth with the rough treatment but his wince turns into a grin. He does not fight against the hold. He is going to enjoy this. The memories of "last time’ have kept him wanting more. "You and I both know that you can be cruel when you choose to," he chides the vampire with a chuckle.
Astarion matches the Druid’s smile. He leans in and flattens his tongue against Halsin’s chest, dragging it upward in one long line from his left breast to his collarbone, then neck. The flavor is tangy, with a bitter aftertaste and notes of copper. Kobold blood is by no means the vampire's favorite, but it tastes much sweeter off of Halsin’s skin. "You should watch your tongue, my dear," he warns, letting his fangs drag along the tan skin of his lover's exposed neck. He considers biting down. He knows Halsin won’t mind. He is convinced that Druid would allow Astarion to drink him dry if it would please him.
He smiles at the thought and pulls the older man into a rough kiss. Halsin most certainly tastes the blood on Astarion’s mouth but if it bothers him he does a good job of hiding it. Their teeth clack together briefly as they both open their mouths to one another. They take turns exploring each other with lips and teeth and tongue, falling into a rhythm that they both can agree on.
Astarion keeps one hand in Halsin’s hair, keeping him close like a brace. His other flattens against Halsin’s abs tracing and retracing the warm skin, carding through the fuzz of his chest hairs and the clotting blood on his skin. Halsin cups the side of his face, giant thumb grazing gently against Astarion’s high cheekbone. His other hand grips the vampire's shoulder, then runs down to settle on his hip. It stays there only momentarily before getting restless. He runs it up and down the slender man’s side, lifting the light fabric of his shirt little by little until he can finally run his hand against Astarion’s bare skin.
When they finally break the kiss Halsin presses his forehead to Astarion’s. Their breaths join together in the little space between them. "Perhaps we should travel further downstream?" He suggests, glancing at the tree line that separates the river from their camp. There is no direct line of sight between them and the rest of their traveling party, but he can see the glow of the campfire refracting through the leaves of the cypress trees. They are not far off, close enough that he can hear the chatter of their companions but far enough away to where he cannot make out the words.
"Why?" Astarion tilts his head, smiling mischievously up at his companion. "Are you worried someone may hear us?" He asks, finally running both hands in symmetrical paths down Halsin’s chest and sides. They finally come to rest at the waistband of the Druid's pants. "You’ll just have to be quiet, dear... Or is your concern that someone may come and see us?" He leans in to rest his mouth against Halsin’s shoulder, sucking and licking at each blood spatter he comes across. He slides his right hand down over the front of Halsin’s trousers to get his fingers around the outline of that massive cock and give it a firm squeeze. A grand idea pops into his head and he grins at the mischievous nature of it. "I’ll give you the choice," he starts, rubbing down Halsin’s crotch in slow, teasing strokes, "We can move downstream and fool around some more. Maybe I’ll let you come in my hand... or, if you’d rather stay here, I’ll let you fuck me."
Astarion can feel the dick in his hand twitch at the mention of the idea. "That’s what you want isn’t it?" He asks, letting his lips move against Halsin’s bloodied skin, a grin forming as he speaks, "To bury this cock inside of me?"
Halsin growls, a low and guttural noise that sounds more beast than human. It makes his partner’s hair stand on end. He leans down and presses his face into Astarion’s shoulder, breathing in his scent as he considers his options.
Astarion smiles triumphantly, fully aware of the effect he is having on the brunette. He turns his head to press a wet kiss to the tip of Halsin’s ear, then lets his lips move against the sensitive skin there. "It’s been a while since I’ve taken anyone quite this large," he begins, working his hand into Halsin’s pants to touch him properly. His cock is impossibly warm and heavy, hard in his hand. He lets his fingers curl around it and his thumb rubs gently at the head. "I’m sure I would feel so tight around you," he purrs out, "You could fuck me until I am
Halsin grabs hold of his lover by the biceps and pulls him away, holding him back for a moment to meet his eyes. "You are tempting me, Astarion," he says with a concerned frown. "I’d love nothing more than to have my way with you. But... I will admit I am hesitant to do so." He sees the question forming on Astarion’s lips and so he continues. "I do not wish to cause you harm."
Astarion clenches his jaw as he listens to Halsin’s explanation. "I’m not made of glass. Besides, you controlled yourself perfectly fine last time around," he reminds him with a scowl. "Was that because I took the lead? Is it at the mercy of another man where you are most comfortable? Do you need someone to put you in your place, Druid?"
Halsin smiles at the other man’s teasing. "Perhaps," he admits. There is a big difference between being told to lie down and
versus being given free rein to do as he likes. He’s almost sure that if Astarion lets him take control, he won’t want to stop. And he cannot help thinking about their first night together when Astarion had what Halsin could only guess was a panic attack. He wants to avoid seeing the gorgeous elf like that again. He still does not know the Astarion's boundaries, or what triggered his reaction in the first place. Better to err on the side of caution for now.
Astarion smiles, not unpleased with the other elf’s response. "Lay down then, darling."
Halsin lowers himself down to the ground, laying back until he’s only propped up by his elbows.
Astarion keeps eye contact with Halsin as he strips from his clothes. He has perfected the art of undressing, moving just slow enough to give his victim something sexy to look at without taking too long in the process. He drops his pants and underwear around his ankles then smiles at the slightest hint of red that tints Halsin’s cheeks.
The Druid is looking up at him as if he is some otherworldly being, a god among men. He reaches out to him with a giant calloused hand and Astarion complies, following him to the ground.
Their lips meet once again and it just feels
. They slide into the rhythm they have set for themselves. Their lips fall in place, moving intentionally with one another. Their breaths are timed perfectly. It is quickly becoming their
rhythm, two parts playing their roles perfectly. It’s a rhythm that Astarion has grown too comfortable with too quickly.
He lets his fang cut Halsin’s lip, abruptly freeing him from their union as Halsin pulls back with a wince.
Astarion’s shoulders rise as he chuckles at the other man’s reaction. He leans in closer and sticks his tongue out, dragging it slowly along that plush bottom lip, collecting a minute amount of blood, just enough to cleanse his palette before he turns his attention back to the Druid’s torso.
He drags his tongue just above a brown areola, tasting the kobold blood there before running it directly over the raised nipple. He sucks gently, smiling as Halsin twitches beneath him. His left hand runs up that broad chest, playing with the other neglected nipple with light, teasing touches and circular motions with his thumb that coax it erect.
Halsin shifts beneath his lover, leaning his head back and letting out a slow, blissful sigh. His hand rests on the back of Astarion’s neck, keeping him close and scratching gently at his scalp. He hisses as teeth scrape over his nipple. His other hand runs over Astarion’s bare shoulders and back. He bends his knee, raising his thigh to sit firmly against Astarion’s cock. He feels an unexplainable sense of relief to know that the vampire is hard against him.
The vampire lets out a pleased hum at the contact. Halsin’s thigh is thick and warm against him. He rolls his hips forward just slightly, testing the friction between them. It’s not enough. He sits back on his legs, hands immediately finding the Druid's waistband. "Off," his voice is quiet as he utters the command but thankfully Halsin complies without a fuss.
Finally, Astaion is sitting naked in the Druid’s lap. His legs are spread wide over massive hips, giving him little option but to rest his weight on the Druid. "Touch me now."
Halsin does not need to be told twice, his hands roam over cool, pale skin, rubbing up Astarion’s thighs, over the curve of his ass. He dips his fingers into the crevice between Astarion’s asscheeks and pries them apart gently, kneading at the muscles of his glutes. "What is your plan? Will you ride me, little star?" He holds his breath as he waits for a response.
"Darling, there is nothing I would like more." Astarion grins with a mischievous smile. "You... don’t happen to have-"
Halsin sits up, one hand holding tight to the rogue's naked hip while the other reaches out, a thorny vine extending from his wrist. It surges forward and encircles a burlap sack lying on the sand not a dozen feet away, pulling it toward the elves. Once Halsin has his hands on it, he is quick to shuffle through its contents: a spare set of clothes, a bar of natural body soap, and then finally a small, inconspicuous glass bottle.
Of course, the Druid was prepared. Astarion tuts quietly, shaking his head with a small smile as he watches the brunette uncork the bottle. It smells of something sweet and earthy.
"Duskwood sap," Halsin explains, "It doesn’t have much use in alchemy but makes for excellent lubrication. May I?" He asks, expectantly.
Astarion hums in thought. He prefers to do this part himself. Halsin’s hands are giant. The stretch won’t be easy but if he is to take the wood-elf’s cock, he supposes he will have to bare it either way.
"I will be gentle."
Halsin’s reassurance ignites a spark of annoyance within Astarion. But the feeling fades quickly into one of appreciation. He is considerate, not condescending. "Very well then."
Halsin pulls the pale elf closer by the hip. Their cocks slot alongside each other, trapped between two muscular bodies. Halsin’s is a few inches longer than Astarion’s and nearly twice as thick. It’s hot and veiny and there is a bead of fluid gathering at his slit. Astarion licks his lips at the sight and rolls his hips forward to drag their members together. It’s not enough. He hooks an arm around Halsin’s neck to keep himself upright, and his right-hand struggles to hold their cocks together, running over the smooth skin of them in long, gentle movements that make both men shudder.
Halsin presses his face into Astarion’s neck, letting out a low hum. "I quite like having you cling to me, Astarion." He empties some of the oil into his hand and then sets the bottle aside.
Is that what he’s doing?
Astarion wants to pull away but perishes the thought as Halsin’s finger breaches him. Without realizing it, he holds on tighter to the giant man and rests his forehead against his shoulder, letting out a quiet, pathetic-sounding "ah.’ He grimaces at the sound of his voice and bares his teeth against the shoulder to silence himself, hard enough to pinch, but soft enough to not draw blood.
"Watch your teeth, melethron. I want you sober tonight. I can’t have you getting drunk on my blood again," Halsin chastizes him softly. He presses a brief kiss to the side of Astarion’s head. "Is this position comfortable for you? Would you rather lay down?"
Astarion’s jaw aches as he pries his teeth away from the druid’s skin. "This is fine. Hurry up, won't you?" He shifts forward, rising up on his knees ever so slightly to give the other man room to work.
"Are you in a rush?" Halsin chuckles and his chest rumbles with the sound. "I suppose I can oblige you." His lips continue to work against Astarion’s neck, peppering him with gentle kisses and nips to coax him into relaxing. Halsin buries his middle finger inside Astarion to the knuckle before pumping it slowly in and out. The digit is long and thick and Halsin knows what he is doing. He grazes close to Astarion’s prostate every so often, enough to please him without threatening to push him over the edge.
Astarion’s right hand has abandoned its work on their cocks. Instead, he wraps both arms around Halsin’s neck to ground himself, letting out quiet moans and sighs as he rocks his hips back into the other man’s hand.
"Breathe deeply. You are doing well." Halsin’s voice is sickeningly sweet as he adds a second finger. He alternates between stretching the two apart diligently and thrusting them slowly. All the while, hyperfocused on Astarion’s breathing. "Tell me to slow or tell me to stop and I will. You’re in control here, lover."
Astarion can hear so much affection in the other man’s words. The druid knows exactly what to say and his tone is unbearably soft and caring. The vampire spawn clings to the older elf, shaking in his grasp. He feels defenseless and vulnerable. But somehow, against all odds, he feels safe too. Defenseless, yes, but not helpless, not weak. "Faster, Halsin.
The druid obeys the command without protest as if trying to reassure Astarion that he is in control. He presses a third finger inside his lover and picks up the pace, pumping them inside him harder, faster, until Astarion is rolling his hips back against the digits and it is
Halsin immediately withdraws his hand and loosens his hold of the pale elf. "What is it?" There is concern in his voice when he pulls back to meet Astarion’s eyes.
Astarion, for his part, did not expect the druid to obey him so quickly. He’s left panting and shaking. His white curls are plastered to his sweaty forehead. His red eyes are half-lidded and unfocused. His face is covered in smears of blood. His mouth is agape as he struggles for air, showing off just the tips of his fangs. He looks like debauchery incarnate and he feels so
"Let me have you."
The relief on Halsin’s face is immediate as a small smile pulls at his lips. Did he think Astarion would send him away again? Will they ever move past that first night that they shared? Halsin rests one hand on Astarion’s thigh as he reaches for the lube. He can feel the muscles spasming and twitching beneath his pale skin and fears that the rogue’s legs may give out. "Are you sure you wouldn’t rather lie down?"
Astarion contemplates the option for a moment as he takes the vial from his lover. Maybe it would not be so bad to let Halsin take the reigns. Maybe he could trust Halsin with this part of him and give himself over to the druid completely. Maybe he would even enjoy himself.
"No," Astarion decides finally. He takes a deep breath and pulls his charming, seductive facade back into place. "I want to ride you. I want to use your cock for my pleasure. I want you to lie back and receive what I give you." As he speaks, he pours the oil into the palm of his hand and runs it over Halsin’s cock. He lifts himself and positions the tip of Halsin to his entrance. It feels like a massive undertaking. Like a challenge that Astarion wants to overcome. "And I want you to ask me nicely for it."
Halsin chuckles at Astarion’s request. The vampire is learning that there is little he can say to embarrass the wood-elf. "Astarion," Halsin leans in and drops his voice lower. "Little star," he continues, pressing his lips ever so briefly to the rogue’s own. He’s smiling and Astarion can feel it against his skin. It ties his stomach in inexplicable knots. "Nín Melethron, please use me however you wish. Your pleasure is my only purpose, my only want in the world."
Astarion lets his mouth fall open as he lowers himself down. The stretch is too much. He has to pause, raise himself, and add more lube before continuing. He knows he could take it in one go but he
to enjoy this and he
he can do this without hurting himself.
"Good. Very good. Take your time, lover." Halsin is a patient man, gently rubbing circles into Astarion’s skin as he coaxes him to relax. He lets the vampire set the pace and stays quiet. But the quick rise and fall of his broad chest is a telltale sign of his struggle.
Finally, after far too long, Astarion seats himself completely. He can rest for a moment, sitting on Halsin’s hips as he struggles to catch his breath. He feels so full. He cannot possibly take a centimeter more. It is as if Halsin’s massive cock was made to perfectly fill him to the brim. He leans forward, staring down at the space between them. He thinks that he can see a slight bulge in his lower stomach but dismisses the thought as impossible.
His cock has flagged slightly with the effort of taking all of his partner. He feels a tug of shame in his chest at the sight of it but Halsin, ever understanding, does not seem perturbed. He works his hand between them and murmurs a request for permission. He waits for Astarion to nod before he gently wraps his fingers around the softening member and starts stroking it back to life.
Astarion moans at the touch, digging his fingers into the druid’s tan shoulders. It only takes a few moments for him to become impossibly hard again. He leans his head back and is grateful for a giant hand that cradles the back of his head and keeps him upright. It’s amazing, he decides, feeling so full inside with a hand on his member and Halsin pressed so deliciously up against his prostate. He wants to come like this but that is not what they agreed upon. Perhaps another time.
His hips begin to move on their own, small motions that serve to nudge Halsin’s dick right up against his prostate. He continues his work until he feels comfortable enough to raise himself on his knees and slide back down. Only millimeters at first, but as he gets comfortable he lengthens the movements until he is properly riding the other man, bouncing on his thick cock. He’s listening to the sounds of their sex: The quiet squelch of Halsin entering him repeatedly. The sounds of their thighs slapping against one another. Halsin’s quiet grunts. Astarion’s soft panting. A rustle in the tree line.
Both elves hear it at the same time. It’s too late to make a run for it.
Halsin utters something in Druidic just before Astarion’s hand rises to clamp over his friend’s mouth. Astarion goes stone still in his lover's lap. The fingernails of his other hand dig into Halsin’s shoulders and he holds his breath, praying that the darkness will be enough for them to go unnoticed.
Not fifty feet away, two figures make their way toward the river’s edge. Karlach and Shadowheart are deep in conversation, though they are far enough away to where it is still unintelligible. Shadowheart holds a large empty jug in her arms while her barbarian friend is carrying two similar jugs, one in each hand. Of course, they had to pick now to fill up on water. Couldn't have Tav distracted them?
Astarion shuts his eyes and breathes slowly. He’s mastered hiding in plain sight but even this is wishful thinking on his part. Both elves are bare naked in the sand and there is no shade or cover to obscure them from sight.
Astarion feels his face warm as a wet, warm tongue drags along his fingers. His eyes land on Halsin and he watches as the Druid takes his middle finger between his lips and bites it teasingly. Astarion knows better than to make a sound. He glares at the other elf and in return, Halsin flashes him a mischievous smile.
Halsin takes the initiative to grab ahold of the rogue’s hips. He squeezes them gently before insistently guiding the other to sit fully on his clock.
Astarion’s mouth falls open as he is filled to the brim with Halsin’s cock. It jams up against his prostate, making him let out a quiet, inhuman sound. He would be embarrassed by the noise if he weren’t so focused on staying hidden. He looks over to the two ladies down the river, relieved that they seem not to hear him. He then sets Halsin with a crimson glare.
"They can’t see us."
Astarion doesn’t soften his gaze yet.
"Or hear us," the Druid adds with a small rumble of laughter. "You’re safe with me. I am not eager to allow anything to get in the way of this." Halsin reaches up, cradling the spawn’s face and rubbing gently at his cheekbones with calloused thumbs. "It’s okay. Relax, nin melethron. Do you wish to stop?"
Astarion turns his head from the soft touches as he takes in their surroundings. There is a thin layer of darkness, something shimmering and magical, surrounding them. Halsin acted faster than he could have expected by casting pass without a trace. The rogue takes a few deep breaths, slowly letting himself relax in the older man’s hold. He shakes his head.
"Were you nervous, lover?"
Astarion finally huffs out a quiet laugh, turning his attention toward the Druid. "I wasn’t nervous," he protests, eyes still darting over to their friends periodically. "I was not quite prepared to give our companions a live performance."
Halsin’s chest rumbles with his laughter. He reaches up to card his fingers through Astarion’s white curls. "I would not have let that happen," he falters, "Well unless all parties were comfortable with it. I prefer my voyeurs to be consenting participants, not unsuspecting passersby."
Astarion says with a smile, though there is no malice in his tone. He shifts in the brunette's lap, humming as Halsin presses up against his prostate again. Is he harder than before? "You are enjoying this aren’t you?" he asks slowly, rolling his hips forward to test the waters. "Does it turn you on to think about getting caught like this?" He raises his hips slowly, only to lower himself down again in a long fluid moment. "Or perhaps you’d want one of them to join us?"
The Druid grits his teeth as he smiles. His fingers grip Astarion’s hips, gently coaxing him to continue fucking himself. "Does that bother you?" He asks with a chuckle, not denying the claim for a second. His laugh is loud enough that Astarion worries that the sound will break through the magic barrier.
Astarion is not sure how it makes him feel yet. He has been relishing in the Druid’s attention lately and never considered that he might not be the only one that Halsin has eyes for. On one hand, he has never been a particularly jealous lover. But on the other hand, he feels a possessive urge to lock the Druid away as his personal plaything.
"Why don’t you moan louder for me then?" Astarion says with a smirk, tilting his head to the side with the question. His fingers run into Halsin’s hair and he pulls the older man’s head back to get a good look at him. "Or better yet, you could take me in the middle of camp," he purrs, "I’d love to make a show of fucking you in front of our companions." He clenches around the Druid’s cock, fucking himself faster as he presses his forehead to Halsin’s.
"You would like that wouldn’t you?" Astarion teases him with a smirk, "To show everyone else what a good pet you’ve been for me? What would they think if they saw their precious healer, noble first Druid Halsin, taking a vampire’s cock?"
Halsin groans quietly, shutting his eyes as his hands land on Astarion’s hips again. He holds on impossibly tight, keeping the rogue still for a moment. He needs to keep his concentration focused on the spell, but Astarion is not making it easy.
The Druid complies immediately, hazel eyes opening without hesitation to stare intently at Astarion.
The rogue presses his forehead to Halsin’s as he breathes heavily. Normally, he would not mind an audience. Sex has always been a performance for him anyway. But something about his time with Halsin feels different. He does not want anyone else to see this side of him.
"You’re always so well-behaved, pet. It would be selfish of me to keep you to myself." Astarion forces himself to keep the Druid’s gaze. It isn’t easy. "But I am
, Halsin," he whispers. There is something unexpected in his voice: Honesty, emotion, and worst of all vulnerability. It terrifies him.
He tries to push it down and focus on the task at hand. He rests his hands on Halsin’s shoulders to steady himself as he raises his hips and
continues to chase his pleasure. He moans quietly at the feeling of the older man’s skin against him, his fingers digging into the meat of Astarion’s hips, and the giant cock pushing its way inside of him.
He leans forward to press his face into the junction of Halsin’s bare neck and shoulder. He can feel the other elf’s sweat against his forehead. His skin is damp and hot. Astarion gives in to the urge to wrap his arms around the Druid’s neck to help leverage himself as he rolls his hips forward.
Down the river bank, their companions are walking back toward camp, none the wiser about what the two elven men are getting up to.
Halsin hums quietly, pleased that the vampire is clinging to him so desperately. He can feel Astarion’s thighs starting to shake with the strain of keeping a solid rhythm. He gradually ends up staying seated in Halsin’s lap and rolling his hips in slow, intentional movements. He is losing his rhythm.
"Are you tired, lover?" Halsin asks, right hand coming up to rest on the nape of Astarion’s neck, holding him close. "Would you allow me to lay you down? If you tell me to stop, I will without question."
Astarion’s dissent dies on his tongue as the giant elf begins trailing sweet kisses along his neck. He is not sure how the wood elf always knows exactly what to say. He trusts Halsin not to hurt him and more importantly to not force him to do anything against his will. Instead of words, he answers by leaning backward. His arms stay locked around his friend’s neck, bringing Halsin down with him as his back hits the sandy shore.
As soon as Halsin takes over, Astarion cries out in pleasure. The wood-elf’s hips are snapping forward, just on the verge of being too hard and too fast. He’s able to adjust his angle and an inhuman cry escapes the Vampire’s lips as he is impaled on the other man’s giant cock again and again. Halsin’s length jams up against his prostate, causing his eyes to water and his breath to catch in his throat. "Oh hells," Astarion cries out, feeling tears prick at his eyes.
Halsin falters for a moment but Astarion wraps his arms and legs around the larger man, keeping him close as he cries out. "Don’t stop," And his voice is so pleading and broken that Halsin cannot deny him.
The moments blend together now. All Astarion’s actions, his thoughts, and his desires; are all consumed by Halsin’s affections. He gives himself over to the feeling of empty-headed bliss. Somewhere far away he can feel a heated and wet kiss on his lips, strong arms holding him and touching every inch of skin they can reach, and a throbbing cock forcing its way inside of him over and over again. His fingers ache as they dig into warm flesh, scratching down his lover's back. He can smell Halsin’s blood mingling with the metallic scent of the kobold’s. The Druid does not seem to mind though. He is grunting quietly as he bucks into Astarion like a wild animal. Astarion can hear himself moaning and gasping out but it sounds so far away. He is unsure of which percentage of his sounds are genuine and which are habitual. Gasps of "more" "harder" and "yes" spill from his bloodstained lips. As a hand wraps around his cock and he is brought over the edge, his only thoughts are of Halsin, Halsin, Halsin.

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