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"We should get back," Astarion says. When Halsin nods, but doesn’t follow him, Astarion frowns. "So are you coming, or?"
"I am," the druid says. "Before we go, I would like you to know that, when your need to feed arises again, I’m always happy to help. Please don’t be shy with me. And I mean it, Astarion. Don’t hesitate to ask."
"Darling," Astarion smirks, feeling himself, "me and shy are two incompatible things. So be careful with what you offer."
Halsin doesn’t give him anything in return but a smile, and Astarion wonders whether it’s deliberate. When Halsin gets to his feet, he sways, but manages to keep his balance. Astarion keeps silent, but it only gets funnier as they stroll back. The druid keeps stumbling over tree roots. Halfway back to the camp, one of the roots finally gets him, and, as he nose dives to the ground, he’s forced to shapeshift mid-fall.
When the initial shock passes, Astarion watches the bear from head to the tip of the tail as he lies on the ground star-shaped and doesn’t move. "Halsin, dear, are you sure you’re alright?"
The bear groans in response.
"Oh, good. I was worried I might need to fetch Shadowheart or Gale so they can work their magic on you."
With a growl, the bear shows his teeth.
"No need for theatrics, darling," Astarion says. "I'm not going to. You, on the other hand, need to get up if you want to make it to camp after all."
Slowly, the bear first sits, then gets up. He wavers, but stubbornly starts towards the campsite again. Astarion matches his pace and glances at him with amusement. After just a couple of minutes of walking, his elated mood gets the better of him.
"You really had no idea what you were signing up for, have you?" Astarion smiles. When the druid gives him the side eye, Astarion's smile only widens. "Oh, come now," he says. "I can tackle a grown bear and drain it of its blood. It will be lucky if it ever gets up again."
The bear gently sways towards him, pining Astarion’s hand between their bodies. The animal's fur is coarse, and neither Astarion's mind or his body react to the touch since it has nothing in common with the skin of a thinking creature. As the moment passes, he watches how the bear leans to the opposite side again. "And you, swaying like that? "Light-headed', huh? You could've passed out if I didn't stop." He pauses. "You still might, by the way, because it's not looking good. You should be really careful with what you offer."
The bear quietly grumbles.
"Why, you disagree?" Astarion asks.
There's no audible response, but another sway towards him and his hand is being pinned between their bodies again. This time Astarion frees his hand and, without dwelling on the thought for long, rests it on the animal's scruff. As they walk side by side in the renewed silence, Halsin doesn't shake Astarion's hand off himself. In return, Astarion keeps it there—one can never be too careful. He feels safer, knowing that he can dash out of the way at any moment if Halsin loses control.
In Halsin's defence, he makes it back with no more incidents. He seems to slow his pace the closer they get to the camp, and stops completely when the fire and the tent lights delineate the border at the edge of the woods. When the bear snorts at Astarion, he doesn't immediately get it.
"What?" Astarion asks, confused. "What do you want?"
Then the bear growls—soft enough to warn him, but not loud enough to wake anyone.
"Okay, then. If you're sure."
Wondering if he's got the meaning right, Astarion walks further down and stops at a safe distance. He watches with interest how the bear's eyes start glowing bright yellow, until the wave of flashing light embraces his entire body and creates a fire circle on the ground around him. As the light wave washes the bear from head to paws, his fur disappears, making way for brown skin and the druid's more familiar—elven—appearance.
"You know, I like you more this way," Astarion says, examining the bite he left on Halsin's neck. "Not that I mind your animal form—I'm actually down for all kinds of beast. It's just, well, how do I put this... Now you look less like you've been attacked by a vicious predator and more like you've, um, had a little accident . Nothing a good bath and a night full of sleep can't fix, of course!" he giggles.
"Of course." Halsin smiles at him politely, and Astarion finds it unnerving. It’s way harder to interpret correctly than when Halsin gets nervous or excited. Astarion isn’t good with neutrality when it comes to personal relationships. In fact, he needs to know how others feel about him, so he can act accordingly. And right now? Right now he needs to stimulate a clearer reaction.
Astarion touches his perfect hair as if smoothing it down and watches the druid closely. "Imagine if you actually passed out on me and I had to fetch someone from the camp and explain what happened," he laughs. "Wouldn’t that be awkward?"
He settles for a charming smile that he hopes looks natural enough as the druid comes up to him. Astarion has a feeling that in other circumstances the druid would have made a move on him, but the timing just doesn’t seem right. Not like I could return the sentiment, Astarion thinks, but it’s always useful when they fall fast and so madly. Which means, he smirks to himself, still feeling tipsy, I can still play along.
"Astarion," Halsin says.
Astarion tilts his head and bats his eyelashes. "Yes, darling?"
Halsin puts his hands on Astarion’s shoulders, but immediately lets go as he must be seeing how Astarion flinches at the touch. "You wouldn’t need to fetch anyone because I’m feeling just fine. Maybe I don’t know my limits as well as I hoped, but I really am feeling alright." He must not look convinced enough because the druid continues, "If it makes you feel any better, if I wanted—or needed—to push you away, I would. But I didn’t—because I could handle it. And now that we’re back, you can relax and forget about any bumps on the road, so to speak."
Huh, Astarion thinks, not letting himself be fooled and not letting a happy mask off his face. "What makes you think I’m not relaxed already, darling? With such delightful company as yourself?"
The druid shakes his head—barely, but Astarion catches that. Nonetheless, his smile also grows softer, and that is something Astarion can work with. "I’m three hundred and fifty years old," Halsin says. "I’ve been an Archdruid for a very, very long time. I didn’t want to be, but I had to, so in the process I also learned a thing or two about body language and different kinds of creatures. There’s yet to come a time where I misjudged their intentions."
Okay now, Astarion thinks with determination. Let’s see how you react to this, loverboy. He takes a step closer to Halsin and is immediately hit with the heat coming off the druid’s body and the same misty smell that he caught just before sinking his teeth into his flesh. Without breaking eye contact, Astarion deepens his voice, "And what does my body tell you right now?"
Halsin chuckles and takes a step back. He shakes his head again—way more obvious this time, and says, "It tells me that you, as well as I am, need a good night's rest. I, however, as you said, also need a quick bath to wash away the blood, and then I’m going to sleep until you decide that you're ready to venture forth."
"Well," Astarion tries his luck for the last time, "Maybe I could keep you company? I did this to you, so helping you is the least I can do."
"No," Halsin laughs. "You’re not ready for me, Astarion. And frankly, I’m not ready for you. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll—"
Astarion interrupts him, "And what’s that supposed to mean?" He frowns, letting his seductive mask slip. Nothing to lose now, he thinks.
"It means that if you need to feed again, just ask the next time. Remember, it takes way more than a bite to hurt me, so don’t you worry about that."
As Astarion watches the druid walking away—still slightly unsteady, but nothing quite like in his animal form—he doesn’t notice how his own mask gets replaced with a soft, wide, and a very, very real smile.
Maybe he'll get that second meal, after all.
After defeating a Netherbrain and saving the entirety of Baldur's Gate from destruction, life seemed... different. Not in a bad way. It was just not how Gale expected his life to go. He had fully expected, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was going to use the orb that was (still) burrowed in his chest and stop the brain once and for all. It was the easiest method. He had resigned himself to death. He was ready to go. He had said his goodbyes to Tara. He wrote his mother a letter and stored it away in his pack so someone would find it after he was gone. Gale could never bring himself to say goodbye to the party, however. To Astarion... He was just planning on teleporting the party out of blast radius before they could object. Before they could try and change his mind.
All of that changed when the spawn seemed to pick up on the plan that Gale had and the moment he did, he didn't let him leave his sight. The wizard had saved him from Cazador. He saved him from turning into the monster his maker was. It would be a cold day in the hells if Gale thought he was just going sacrifice himself without a single mention of it and just leave him alone. When they had arrived at that dreaded brainstem and Gale finally spoke of his plan, Astarion intervened immediately, followed by the rest of the party. The elf would never say it out loud, but he basically pleaded with Gale to stay. He didn't want to know what life was going to be like without him. Astarion wanted something good in his life and he was intending to keep it.
And he did just that.
The party defeated the Elderbrain without Gale sacrificing himself and they were able to live their lives together. Like they both wanted. Astarion wasn't even sequestered to the dark anymore. Gale had scoured around Waterdeep for a Ring of Sun Walking so that Astarion could remain in the sun where he belongs. There was no doubt that the wizard was always bending over backwards for Astarion. Anything he wanted, anything he needed, Gale was there. Falling in love with Gale of Waterdeep was not something he expected to do, but it was hard not to when Gale showed nothing but love, admiration and care for him.
It was truly the caring part of it all that hooked Astarion. It had been so long since someone cared about what he wanted and what he was comfortable with. Gale had never persuaded him into doing something he wasn't into. If he didn't want to have sex, they didn't have sex. Gale never asked him for pleasure. Everything was truly Astarion's decision. The man was just happy to be there with him, it didn't matter what they were doing. On top of that, Astarion had quite the affliction and past traumas from bottoming in the past that Gale always let him top. Every time. Without so much of a word otherwise. If that made Astarion feel better, then that was what made him feel better. Gale never wanted to perpetuate it. He just wanted him happy. That was all.
The couple had been dating for a few months now, living in a nice home in Waterdeep with Gale's tressym (who was barely there) and down the road from his mother. Astarion had been curious about Waterdeep and it really held up to the claims that Gale made. It was a beautiful place. Gale still had his tower, of course, but he didn't spend all that much time there as of late. Most of his days were spent with his vampire lover. But when he was there, he spent most of his time researching how to remove the orb from his chest. Mystra had taken away the urge to feed on the Weave, but she never removed it from him entirely. It was always there. Gale didn't want it anymore. He didn't want to be reminded of his goddess and how she treated him. The orb was a never-ending reminder of it.
After a rather long day of research and ultimately coming back with nothing of note, Gale returned home, happy to see his lover. The home was quiet when he stepped in, which wasn't all that odd. He kicked off his boots and undid the ties on his robe, ready to change into something more comfortable for the evening. Granted, his robe was quite comfortable. He just didn't want to wear it around the house if he didn't have to. Walking upstairs, he turned the corner and opened the door to their bedroom. His blue eyes shifted upwards, and he spotted the pale elf lying on their bed. His eyes were closed but he wasn't sleeping, obviously. Likely just relaxing. Gale smiled, "Hello, Star." He greeted. Astarion hummed softly and simply reached his arms out for Gale like a cat stretching.
The smile remained as Gale crossed the room and pulled himself onto the plush of their bed. Astarion wasted no time pulling himself into the wizard, reveling in his warmth immediately, "Hello, darling. How did the research go today?"
Gale shrugged, "Nothing much of note today. But that is okay. There is always tomorrow!" He grinned, wrapping his arm around Astarion, softly rubbing his shoulder, "What have you been up to today?"
"Ohh...not very much. I had tea with your mother." Well, he didn't drink it. She did, "She wanted to tell me about the local gossip down by the shops." The vampire smirked. He did love some good gossip, even if he knew nothing about it. It was just fun to listen to. "And then I came home and just have been thinking."
The brunettes head tilted a bit, "What about, love?"
"You." Astarion answered coyly, his index fingertip traced over the tattoo on Gale's chest, following the outline to a T, "Us." For some reason, that made Gale worry. His brow furrowed immediately and he simply blinked a few times. The vampire caught that look and he could hear his heartbeat pick up, which led him to placing his hand flat on Gale's chest, "It is nothing bad, Gale. I promise. If anything, it is a good thing I am thinking about us. I have never done that before. I have never been afforded the opportunity to think about the future of my relationship or just...my future in general." It was sad, but true. Astarion never had a future before. His life was Cazador's to play with...
That was a thing of the past, however. Every day, Astarion was learning how to be himself again and he was learning how to enjoy life and love. Sex had slowly started to turn into something he enjoyed again. With Gale, it was full of passion. It was exactly what Astarion needed to know sex wasn't a weapon anymore. Sex was fun. Sex was good. Astarion was ready to try more. "You make me feel safe. I haven't felt like this in... so long. And you have been so incredibly patient with me and if you're willing to show a bit more of that patience with me tonight, I would like you to take me." Astarion's red eyes met Gale's as his hand came up and softly cupped the wizard's neck, "Please."
To be honest, Gale was quite surprised by Astarion's statement, but in that surprise came elation. He knew it was a very big deal for Astarion to propose that. And the fact that he was willing to try it again with him made Gale feel like he had been doing something right. For so long, he was never sure if Astarion was happy, or if he was healing in all the ways that he needed. But his words showed growth. And most of all, it showed trust and Gale wasn't going to take that lightly. He shifted a bit closer towards the vampire, "Are you sure about this, my love? I do not want to put you in a position that you're not ready for."
Astarion smiled softly and rubbed his thumb along Gale's jawline, "I am positive. I am ready. You just...have to roll with the punches with me. I apologize if I... quit or anything."
Leaning forward, the man pressed his forehead against the others, and he shook his head, "There is and will be nothing to apologize for. If you start to panic or if you want to call it, then we are done." He assured Astarion, "I promise."
"I know." He answered sincerely, "Now, shut up and kiss me." Astarion grinned that signature smile as he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against Gale's. Their lips melted together so perfectly. They had from day one, honestly. The elf curled his hands into the open robe the wizard wore and pulled him close, laying down in the process.
Gale easily slotted himself between the others legs, softly grinding his hips, huffing through his nose briefly. Almost begrudgingly, he pulled himself from the vampire's lips and he kissed along his cold jawline and down his neck. Gale never minded how cold Astarion was. In fact, he kind of liked it. He ran notoriously hot, so it was quite nice for him. And he knew that Astarion liked how warm he was, so it was really a winning combination. Sitting up onto his knees, Gale pulled his purple robe from his arms and tossed it onto the floor beside the bed. He saw Astarion's red eyes flick over his body, which was always a bit embarrassing for him. While, yes, Gale had wizarding hubris, he did not have confidence in himself. He never thought he was good enough for anyone. Even when he had locked himself in his tower, he kept his appearance up to the tiptop shape he had been, all for Mystra. He wanted her to like what he looked like. He needed her to. And while he was no longer under her clutches, Gale had a hard time breaking that mindset. He didn't have to be a peak specimen for Astarion... But he was choosing to do so because it was all he knew.
The man pulled himself back between Astarion's legs and he untucked his shirt, his hands softly brushing along his lower stomach and hips, "Can I?" He asked.
Gale always asked.
Astarion nodded, "Of course, darling." He cooed and lifted his arms above his head to assist with the removal of his shirt. Within a moment, the fabric was also dropping to the ground and Gale's lips found his left nipple, suckling and flicking his tongue against the nub. Astarion mewled softly, burrowing his fingers in that familiar head of brown hair. There was no doubt that Gale Dekarios was quite skilled with his tongue. At first, Astarion didn't quite believe him when said it, but it was abundantly clear after their first romp. He felt warm lips kiss across his chest before his other nipple received the same treatment as the other. Astarion's free hand moved between their bodies so he could work on unbuttoning his slacks and pushing them open. If he did it himself, Gale didn't question it.
He felt the spawn moving beneath him a bit, which prompted Gale to start moving down his lover's body. He kissed and licked all along the elf's beautiful body, just taking the time to really show him the admiration he deserved. Astarion was gorgeous. Absolutely impeccable. Gale couldn't help but swoon. His hands hooked onto the pants and underwear of the vampire and his chocolate hues met Astarion's red ones, making sure that everything was okay. His lover simply nodded once which gave Gale the green light to pull the rest of his clothing off. His hands rubbed along the inner thighs of Astarion, gently parting his legs as his eyes fell upon the almost completely hard cock just begging for his mouth.
The vampire wrapped a hand around his length and stroked along it a few times before he held the base of it, "I'm waiting." He smirked.
An almost pornographic moan slipped past Gale at those words, and he nodded his head, leaning over, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer. The wizard's hand replaced Astarion's as he dragged his tongue up the underside of his thick cock, slicking it up for him a bit. As he reached the head, his lips wrapped around the tip, flicking his tongue a few times along the slit, taking in the familiar taste of Astarion. The vampire moaned softly, sitting up on his elbows so that he could watch the show. It was something he would never grow tired of, "Must you tease me, wizard?" He asked, his eyebrow arching a bit.
Gale's eyes met the others as his mouth slid down further around the elf's shaft, his tongue pressing underneath it as he did so. Another moan fell from Astarion, his head lolling back from the pleasure. He wasn't sure where Gale got such skills from when it came to his mouth, but Astarion was always happy he was using them on him. He felt the man's tongue swirl around his length as his head moved up and down. The hand that hand been holding the base of his cock began to slide up and down as well, using the saliva as a lubricant. Astarion felt his body shudder, laying down on his back so that he could just sit with the pleasure. One of his hands burrowed itself into Gale's thick brown hair, holding tightly as his head continued to bob along.
A pleased groan was drowned out by the cock in his mouth as he felt Astarion tug on his hair. If there was one thing Gale Dekarios loved, it was some good hair tugs. They were one thing that always seemed to egg him on and to keep going. Astarion knew it too. Gale felt his fingers curl a bit tighter in his hair, pulling him up a bit. Not fully off his length, but enough so that the vampire could use his mouth. Gale dropped his hand down towards the elf's balls and rolled them in his hand as Astarion started to thrust his hips upwards, sliding in and out of the wizard's mouth. His jaw hung open a bit and if he could breathe, he would easily be panting at the sight. Gale was always so cooperative. He never complained. He just let Astarion do as he pleased. And Gods, if the man didn't look beautiful on his knees.
Gale's free hand moved down towards his own trousers, unbuttoning them as deftly as he could while Astarion fucked his mouth. Drool was oozing down the vampire's length and down his chin. It was a wonderful feeling and sight. His own hand rubbed at his cock through his underwear, just wanting to feel some type of friction there. Not that he would have to wait all that long. (Hopefully) Soon enough, he would be buried deep inside his lover. Just the thought of it was enough to make him twitch against his hand. While Gale loved being with Astarion in any capacity, it would be a lie to say he wasn't itching for the opportunity to top him. But again, it was never his place to ask for that. Astarion had made his boundaries clear, and Gale was keeping to it until the elf was ready.
A sudden thrust further than expected was enough to shake Gale from his thoughts and he pulled himself off the cock in his mouth and gagged then took a breath with a shake of his head. Sitting up once again, the vampire reached down for Gale and softly cupped his cheeks as he pulled him up, "I am sorry, darling. Your mouth is just...intoxicating." Astarion drawled out with a smirk before he collided their lips together once again. He could taste himself on the wizard's lips but that didn't stop him. Their tongues tangled together while Gale worked on pulling his trousers and underwear off. His cock hung hard as a rock before them so and if he wasn't so focused on the elf, he likely would have flushed bright red.
Astarion's hands trailed down Gale's body and held tightly onto his hips, grinding his own against wizards. His lips parted and their eyes locked, "I am ready when you are." He told Gale, not really wanting to wait much longer. Gale had waited long enough. The phrase earned a soft breath from the man.
Reaching behind Astarion, the brunette grabbed a pillow and tucked it under the vampire's lower back, "You are sure about this, Star?"
Sweet Gale, always so attentive. He nodded, "I am. I want this. I want you."
The man released a breath and nodded, shifting a bit on the bed so he could slip between his legs again, "And you will tell me if you are not comfortable?" He confirmed.
"I will tell you if I am not comfortable." Astarion repeated with that typical Astarion tone. That would have to be enough for Gale. He didn't want to ruin the moment more than he had already with his incessant questioning. But contrary to that thought, Astarion quite liked his questions. It showed just how sweet the man was.
Lifting the elf's hips up and keeping him on his back, Gale laid on his stomach so he could get a bit more comfortable as he prepped the other. He hooked Astarion's legs on his shoulders as he craned his head forward and lapped his tongue against the tight hole before him, wanting to start easy. Gale's left hand reached out and grabbed a hold of the vampires, lacing his fingers through his instantly. Having his hand in his would let Gale know everything was okay. He needed that reassurance. And luckily for Astarion, he got another ride with Gale's experienced tongue. After he tested the waters, so to speak, with the lapping, the wizard delved his tongue into the hole, moaning softly.
For the first few moments, Astarion could feel his anxiety spike up. It wasn't enough for him to say anything, it was just generalized feeling. It is okay. Everything is fine. He just had to remind himself that with Gale, it was different. It wasn't just sex. They were in love. Desperate, almost painful love. If anyone could make Astarion safe and protected while most vulnerable, it was Gale. His hand holding his own was grounding. Astarion appreciated it more than he cared to admit. It helped him so much he was to just sit with the pleasure and not think about anything else but Gale and that practiced tongue of his. Every ministration he made, Astarion mewled more and more. His free hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it in time to Gale's tongue.
Pulling back, Gale slipped his index finger into his mouth, lathering it up with his saliva. He then pulled it out and traced Astarion's hole, his gaze shifting up to meet the others. The elf's eyes were lidded, so he didn't even catch Gale's gaze. Astarion didn't seem to be uncomfortable. In fact, he appeared to be loving it. Gale was going to take that as the sign to keep going. Slowly, he inserted his finger into his lover's hole, slowly moving it in and out, curving it upwards just a bit. Astarion moaned as his hand gripped Gale's a bit tighter, "Gods above." Astarion practically whined, "Keep going." He encouraged with a nod, "Please."
The wizard continued to slide his finger in and out, working him open a bit more before he brought up his middle finger and inserted it inside him as well, slowly surely. Astarion's back arched off the plush of the bed as Gale worked on finger fucking him, working him open more and more for his cock. The nerves of it all were long gone at this point. Astarion was just ready to feel nothing but bliss. He needed Gale so desperately. Forcing himself to open his red eyes, he caught site of the man humping at the bed. A clear sign that he was desperate as well, but he was taking his time with Astarion, which was appreciated. However, he was good and ready. He wanted Gale. He needed him. "Darling, I-I am ready. Make love to me, Gale."
His chocolate hues shifted up towards Astarion's red ones as he pulled his slicked fingers from his hole. Moving up the pale elf's body, Gale pressed his lips against Astarion's once more, kissing him softly, but still filled with so much of that Gale Dekarios passion. His hand carded through the others white hair, "You are okay?" He asked after a few moments, his gaze unwavering.
Astarion smiled a bit, bringing his hand up to grip Gale's chin, brushing his thumb along his lower lip, "I am okay. I trust you. I trust this. I trust us." He craned his head up and kissed him once again, "Ravage me, wizard." He husked with a smirk.
A purr escaped Gale at that statement and after another quick peck of a kiss, he sat up onto his knees and wrapped a hand around the base of cock. Quickly, he dribbled some saliva into his hand, slicking it up for some lubrication. He could easily cast a spell to help with that, but he had gone this far without it. Why start now? Pulling Astarion a bit closer to him, the man lined up the head of his shaft to the others hole, rubbing over it with a groan. He looked up towards Astarion for a moment before he started to push inside, past that initial tightness. Gale groaned immediately once again, his mouth hanging slightly ajar as he continued to push further and further inside.
A gasp fell from the vampire as his hand curled into the sheets below him, closing his red eyes to sit with the initial feeling of intrusion. It always felt that way, no matter who it was. A pleased moan fell from the wizard when he had bottomed out inside of him and Astarion released a moan himself. He felt Gale shift and soon, he was hovering over him. Astarion instantly wrapped his lithe legs around his waist as his hands cupped Gale's jawline. Their lips connected once again, dancing their tongues against one another, as the wizard started to move within Astarion once he was sure the other was comfortable. The vampire groaned against Gale's kiss swollen lips, nodding his head a bit, encouraging him on.
One of Gale's hands reached behind him to grasp onto the ankles of Astarion, helping to hold him in place as moved smoothly within the other. Perhaps Gale was just in a haze of love, but he truly believed that they fit perfectly together. It didn't matter who was top or bottom. They just worked. His lips parted from the spawns, and he placed his forehead against Astarion's shoulder as he found what, he thought, was the perfect pace. It wasn't too fast, not to slow. His movements were deliberate, focused Astarion's pleasure more than anything.
Astarion's hips moved with Gale's, working him deeper and deeper inside of him, earning more wanton moans from him. His hand curled into the man's hair again as his other arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Astarion pulled on Gale's hair, lifting his head up so that he could reach his ear. If there was one thing he loved, it was grunting and groaning in his ear and watching the wizard shiver. It was no different this time. Astarion moaned into Gale's ear, "You feel so good, darling. So fucking good." He dragged the tip of his tongue along the bottom of Gale's earlobe before he nibbled on it softly. It was the ear that the wizard used to wear the earring with Mystra's symbol on it. Since then, he had removed it and he got himself a new spell casting focus. Astarion was glad for it. He didn't want any more reminders of that so-called goddess. She had already ruined enough.
Without a word, Astarion unwrapped his legs from around Gale, which was enough to give the wizard pause. He slowed his movements to a stop, which was exactly what Astarion was wanting. Gale's brow furrowed, "Are you o--" Before he could even finish that statement, Astarion pushed him up and pulled himself from the wizard, "Astarion--" Gale spoke softly, about to reach for the vampire. Without saying a word, his lover straddled him and rolled his hips against his own. Gale couldn't help but release a sigh of relief. He had been truly worried that something had gone all wrong.
The elf wrapped his hand around the others cock and sank himself down onto it, moaning with pleasure the whole way down. Gale's hands found their way to his beautiful ass, squeezing it and spreading it open with a grin as Astarion started to move, riding him. There were plenty of positions that they couple enjoyed but riding was one of the best. They looked to look at each other when they were having sex and Gale, in particular, liked to be as close as he could be to Astarion. He liked feeling their chests rubbing together. He liked their sweat mingling. He liked seeing his lovers face contort in pleasure. All of it was incredible to him. And while he Astarion took the lead, that didn't stop Gale from moving his hips in time to with the vampires. He couldn't help but whine, "You are everything to me..." There was no doubt about that. Gale couldn't even picture his life without Astarion. And frankly, he didn't want to.
Astarion smiled and nodded at his comment, "Keep talking, darling. Tell me how you feel with me wrapped around your cock." Even though in the past Astarion claimed he didn't like the sound of Gale's voice, there was nothing less true now. He loved to hear the man talk. Especially if it was about him.
The wizard moaned before he spoke again, "It's like nothing I have experienced before. I feel like I am on cloud nine." He panted softly pressing a few chaste kisses to Astarion's neck, "Nothing can compare to you. I don't want to be with another person as long as I live." Was that dramatic? Likely, but it was true. Gale was set of living the rest of his days with Astarion, no matter how long that was.
A smile crossed the vampires" lips as he curled his fingers back into Gale's hair. His fingertips rubbed softly on the man's scalp while his hips never faltered, and his moans continued to grow. He was so close to the edge, and he could tell Gale was as well. After being with the man for as long as has he had now, he could tell when he was close. His breathing often shifted, and his heartbeat often became a bit erratic. Astarion really wanted it all to end in bliss and for him, feeding was that. Gale's blood was certainly an acquired taste but at this point, he loved it. It was so perfectly Gale. Astarion pulled Gale's head to the side as he eyed up that beautiful vein in his neck. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue across it, tasting the sweat from Gale as well, "You are close, darling." Astarion spoke sweetly.
Gale just nodded, "S-So close."
"Allow me to help with that so you can cum so deep inside me." He husked softly. Before he bit the man, he grabbed one of his hands from his ass and wrapped it around his cock, encouraging Gale to stroke him off as well. The human wasted no time and did as Astarion wanted. The anticipation in the room was practically palpable. At first, Gale didn't quite like being bitten. He thought it hurt the first few times, but he had soon learned to find the pleasure behind it. And when they were tangled together in bed, Astarion feeding was just erotic. A vampire bite was a sensual thing as it were so mixing it together with sex just made sense.
A few times, the wizard's hand faltered around the man's shaft in his hand, and he closed his eyes with a moan, "I-I'm...I'm going--" Astarion took that as his cue. He bore his fangs and bit directly into beautiful vein that was presenting itself so nicely for him. The vampire moaned with sheer unadulterated pleasure as the blood poured into his mouth and he drank it down without a second thought. The hand not wrapped around Astarion moved up and splayed against the vampires scarred back, mere moments from falling over the metaphorical edge. The elf slammed down once more onto Gale and the wizard whined wantonly as he spilled inside his lover. His hand continued to move along the others cock, although far less deliberate, and a few moments later, Astarion pulled away from the man's neck, wrapping his hand around Gale's to help finish him off.
Within moments, Astarion threw his head back as his body racked with pleasure and felt hot ribbons of cum shoot on their hands and stomachs. Such a welcomed mess. His hand untangled from Gale's hair as the two men slowly came down from the high of an orgasm. If Astarion could breathe, he would surely be panting in time with his lover. Forcing himself to unsheathe himself from Gale's cock, Astarion remained in the man's lap, placing his head on his shoulder. Gale was the first speak up, as always, "That was spectacular." He stated simply, his arms wrapped around the vampire, holding him close, "You are truly one of a kind, my love." There was no doubt about that, "Thank you."
Astarion smiled softly, keeping his head where it was and simply wrapping his own arms around Gale, holding him impossibly close, "Thank you." He spoke softly, almost a whisper. It had been a big moment for Astarion to let Gale top him...and he was glad that he did. They had reached a new milestone in their relationship. One that showed just how far Astarion had progressed. It was special and beautiful. Just like the vampire himself.
"Anything for you." Gale meant it too, "Shall we get cleaned up?" He asked softly, rocking just a bit as he held his lover close.
"In a few minutes." Astarion answered.
Gale nodded, "In a few minutes."
As the night settled upon them, a small group of adventurers, too, settled down, setting up their camp as they relaxed. One person in the group, a human warlock, had kept himself busy by the fire, cooking meals for the other three. Their half-orc barbarian seemed to be happy flicking through an old picture book they had found, relaxing as she waited around for their dinner. The high elf cleric was praying, clearly lost in his own thoughts and actions. And the tiefling bard was tuning his flute, sitting off in a corner, however in the right spot to be watching the elf.
Growing bored, the bard places his flute down, stands up, and walks over to the cleric. He kneels down besides the elf, looking curiously at his companion.
"Psst. Material Plane to Varis, you there?" The tiefling nudges the cleric's shoulder, who looks frustrated, but soon opens his eyes and looks over at his friend, his expression softens.
"Oh! Kilvir. What's wrong?" Varis shifts, so he's on his knees facing Kilvir. He rests his hands on his thighs.
Kilvir shrugs his shoulders. "Nothing in particular... just felt like seeing my favourite elf." The tiefling grins as he leans in, not to actually kiss Varis" face, just to mess about with the cleric. Varis squeals, and in a reaction latches onto the tiefling as he leans back, and consequently the two both fall over, Kilvir pinning Varis down on the soft grass below as he pretends to shower the cleric with love. Varis laughs and wiggles in reaction, arms wrapping around Kilvir's back as he clings tightly to the tiefling. Soon however, Kilvir stops and leans up slightly, looking down at Varis.
" "May I?" What...?" Varis looks puzzled.
"Kiss you, of course." He winks at the elf.

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