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"Yeah?" The hand Tav is using to guide Astarion’s hips squeezes down, halting his movement so they can grind their leg up against him instead. "All that blood rushing through your body and all it’s being used for is filling up this pretty cock of yours..." Lashes brush against Tav’s neck as Astarion’s eyes flutter closed, a soft grunt stifled in his throat as his dick kicks against their thigh. "Does it get you off? Feeling that tug of heat in your cock and knowing it’s a part of me inside of you?"
"Oh fuck-" Astarion chokes, hips jolting forward against Tav’s firm muscle. The fabric is stretched taut over the head of his dick where he’s fucking it forward against them.
"Does that feel good, thiramin? You’re doing so well." Tav’s hand skims down to cup Astarion’s ass, kneading the muscle through the fabric. The fingers tangled in Astarion’s hair tug, turning his head so they can speak directly into his ear. "Your body is telling me you’re close, my heart. Tell me with your words."
"I’m-" Astarion flushes, gooseflesh prickling his skin as a shudder passes through his body. "Gods, I’m close..." He whines the words through gritted teeth, thrusts turning short and sloppy.
"You look so divine, using me for your pleasure. It is a privilege to see you come undone." Punched out noises of pleasure fall from Astarion’s lips with every roll of his hips, ghosting over the heated skin of Tav’s neck. The fine strands of Astarion’s hair tickle Tav’s fingers as they tighten their grip, guiding him away from their neck and under their heated gaze.
Astarion’s eyes are half lidded, hazy with pleasure. The slick pink muscle of his tongue rests on his parted lower lip, chest heaving with the force of his exhalation. Every muscle is drawn tight with the anticipation of orgasm.
"Oh." The force of Astarion’s orgasm crashes into him in waves, his eyes rolling back in his head before falling shut. Tav cups the back of Astarion’s neck, keeping him upright while his body shakes through it.
"There you go... Gods, what a sight..." Tav’s words coax Astarion’s hips forward, gasping and twitching as he spills into his underclothes. Astarion’s hands flex in the fabric of Tav’s shirt, nearly tearing the cloth under the intensity of his grip. Tav squeezes the back of Astarion’s neck, guiding him up into a gentle kiss. They pepper soft pecks around his mouth as he comes down from his peak, which Astarion returns as best as he can in his blissed out stupor.
The front of Tav’s shirt is eventually released in favor of their jaw, which Astarion cradles between his hands as he deepens their kiss. Tav smiles into it, worrying Astarion’s bottom lip between their teeth before soothing it with a brush of their tongue. They part to take a breath and Astarion presses closer, brushing his lips over their cheek.
"Please..." Astarion’s voice is pitched low, thick with blood and lust and barely able to rise above a whisper.
"Hm? What do you need?" Tav rubs their thumb over Astarion’s neck.
"Touch me." Astarion presses his hips down against Tav’s thigh, his cock still hard between them. The hand they were using to cradle the back of Astarion’s neck trails down past his collarbone, leaving gooseflesh in its wake.
"Where do you want me to touch you?" The collar of Astarion’s open shirt catches on Tav’s fingertips as they move past it, sweeping their hand down to thumb over Astarion’s pebbled nipple through the soft white fabric. "Here?"
"Hn..." Astarion’s breath catches around a whine, eyes squeezing shut as he presses his chest forward to chase the sensation. The top of Astarion’s hair brushes against Tav’s neck as he lays his head against their shoulder, soft exhales catching in his throat. Tav presses their face against the top of Astarions head, inhaling his scent and pressing a kiss against his scalp.
"Yeah? Is this what you want?" Astarion’s response is stuck somewhere between a nod and a shake of his head, like he can’t make up his mind between the current pleasure he’s feeling or the promise of something more. Tav drags their tongue up Astarion’s ear, giving the tip of it a quick nip.
"Tell me how you want me to please you." Tav’s lips brush their lover’s ear with every word, causing him to shiver.
With a soft sigh Astarion takes Tav’s hand into his own, sliding it down his front and pressing it against the bulge straining against his garments. Tav gives his cock a nice long squeeze, circling their thumb over the head through the fabric.
"Oh Gods..." Astarion shudders, eyes rolling back at the touch. The cloth drags over his cock as he fucks his hips forward into Tav’s firm grip, back taut.
"Oh love... Look at how pretty you are. Barely coming down from one climax and already working towards another..." Astarion’s eyes are hazy, lost to pleasure as he nods along with Tav’s words. "What do you think, Star? You want to rut against my hand until you make even more of a mess?" Tav grinds their hand, massaging the head of Astarion’s cock with the heel of their palm. "Or should I get you out of these," Their other hand moves to Astarion’s waistband, dipping down inside to worry the hem between their fingertips. "So I can see just how wet you’ve made yourself for me?"
"Hah- I- Nn..." Astarion arches his back, rocking against Tav’s palm. It’s a struggle for him to focus on his words, more concerned about fucking his hips forward into Tav’s tight fist.
"Don’t you worry your pretty little head, love. We’ll get you there either way. All I need is for you to tell me if you want to finish in these," Tav tugs at the hem of his pants before releasing them, hand sliding up under his shirt to rest on his waist instead. "Or in my mouth."
"Shit... haaah... You- Your mouth! Please-"
"Mm, I do love it when you use your words for me. Thank you." Tav pats Astarion’s flank, a smirk tugging at their lips. "Up."
Astarion scrambles to stand, trying to get out of his bottoms as quickly as possible and almost upending himself in the process. Tav steadies him with a hand on his hip, moving to kneel in front of him.
"Easy. I’ve got you." Tav peels the fabric down Astarion’s thighs, dropping them to his feet for him to step out of before tossing them aside. The hard length of his cock strains against the fabric of his underclothes, a dark wet spot over the head. Tav is eye level with Astarion’s crotch as they lean in, looking up at him through dark lashes. "May I?"
"Yes, Gods yes- Anything." Astarion blurts. Tav leans forward to press their face against the outside of the fabric, lips parted and tongue out. They inhale deeply through their nose, tongue sweeping over the splotch of come. Astarion keens, hips fucking forward when Tav sucks on the head through the cloth. Drool seeps through to make the wet patch even bigger, turning the fabric near translucent as they mouth over his dick.
Astarion’s hands flex at his sides and Tav reaches out for them, moving them up onto their head. A pleasant sting travels through Tav’s scalp when Astarion’s grip tightens in their hair, making them groan against his cock. Tav sweeps their hands up Astarion’s thighs, skimming their hands under the hem of the fabric and resting them on his ass. Tav looks up in silent question and Astarion nods his head.
The cloth pulls Astarion’s cock down as Tav drags it off, causing it to spring back up when it’s finally freed from the fabric constraint. The skin is slick and shiny with his spend and Astarion turns his head away, chin tucked against his shoulder and cheeks flushed a deep red.
"Look at how gorgeous you are..." Tav wraps a hand around his cock, circling their thumb against the head. "Is all of this for me?"
"Yeah..." Astarion nods, breath hitching.
"You’ve tasted me plenty this evening, love. It’s only fair that I get to reciprocate..." Astarion looks down at them with blown pupils, mouth agape. His cock twitches, the head bumping against Tav’s chin and leaving a blot of precum behind. Tav opens their mouth, tongue lolled out for Astarion to fuck his cock against.
Astarion rolls his hips forward in a slow, shallow grind, dragging the head against the wet heat of Tav’s tongue.
"Mm!" It’s sloppy, hips guiding the movement while lax hands rest in Tav’s hair. One misguided thrust has Astarion missing their mouth, dick catching on their lip and rubbing across their cheek instead. A wet smear of precum streaks across Tav’s skin and Astarion whines deep in his throat.
"Gods it’s..." Astarion’s eyes flit all over their face. "I’m getting it all over you..."
"Mmm... Do you like marking me like that? Knowing I’m all yours in every way?" Tav teases, a grin pulling at their lips. Astarion’s hips jerk forward, fang digging into his bottom lip with a groan. The skin breaks, a trail of his own blood joining the mess of red on his face.
"None of that, let me hear how desperate you are for my mouth." Astarion parts his lips again, hand threaded through Tav’s hair to tilt their head back.
"Desperate to give it something to do other than talk, maybe." Astarion grumbles flippantly and Tav chuckles, a wicked gleam in their eye.
"There you are." Tav rubs a circle into Astarion’s hip with their thumb. "Such a brat. You weren’t complaining earlier when you were shaking apart over the orgasm I talked you through. You loved my mouth then, didn’t you?" Astarion huffs, taking himself in hand and guiding his cock towards Tavs mouth in lieu of a reply.
"Tsk, tsk." Tav clicks their teeth. "What do we do when we want something?" Astarion flushes with indignation, but his cock leaks a bead of precum onto his fist.
"You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, Star. I’m not sure I know what you mean." Tav sits back on their heels, one hand stretched behind them to brace against the floor and the other grinding their palm in lazy circles against the crotch of their pants. Astarion’s eyes track the movement and he squeezes himself, letting out a soft gasp when a bead of his precum drools out onto the wrist Tav is working against themself.
"Look at you. You’re dripping for me, love." Tav looks up at him, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed. "I’d pull the moon from the sky if that’s what you asked of me, all you’d need to do is tell me you want it." Arousal swirls pleasantly in Tav’s lower belly, but this isn’t about them right now. It’d taken them a while to get to the point of Astarion being comfortable voicing his wants and desires in addition to his needs and Tav wasn’t about to back down now. Especially when they could see how much their consideration affected him.
"I want..." Astarion swallows, voice thick with lust. "I want to feel your mouth wrapped around me." He looks down at them, maintaining eye contact through the embarrassment. Tav tilts their head, waiting. "Please." The plea leaves his lips in a breathy sigh and Tav hums, pressing a kiss against Astarion’s hip.
Tav takes Astarion’s cock into their mouth in one smooth glide, sliding their palms up his thighs and around to cup his ass. Soft skin caves under their fingertips as they knead at the flesh there. "Hmmm..."
"Hah!" Astarion does his best to keep his hips still, thighs twitching with the effort. Tav’s nose brushes against Astarion’s pubic bone as they swallow around him, throat fluttering around the head of his cock. Drool pools around their lips as they suck, tonguing at the underside of his shaft.
"Gods, I’m- hold on! Fuck..." Astarion’s body curls over Tav, back bowed as he trembles with restraint. Tav stills, holding him in their mouth as they look up at him through their lashes. "Let me just-" Astarion exhales, hand sweeping through Tav’s hair to push the locks back out of their face. "Feel you. For a second."
Astarion brushes his thumb over their bottom lip, spreading the slick spit across their skin before pressing the pad of his thumb into their mouth alongside his cock. The corner of their mouth stretches as Astarion tests the give with a gentle tug.
Tav grabs Astarion’s wrist, pulling back with a low hum. The skin is shiny with spit and Tav presses a kiss against the edge of his thumb, nose brushing his wrist as they caress their cheek with the side of his hand. Astarion’s cock jerks when Tav wraps a hand around the base, tapping the head against their bottom lip before pressing a kiss to it. Their lips come away wet with precum, a thin strand connecting them to his cock.
"Nn.." Astarion groans, half lidded eyes full of reverence as they flit across Tav’s face. The strand of precum catches on their thumb as they sweep it off, circling it into the head of Astarion’s cock. Their tongue soon joins in, lapping over the slit before curling underneath the head and sucking him back into their eager mouth. Their knuckle brushes their top lip as they stroke the length of Astarion’s cock, humming around him.
"Fuck, you feel so good..."
A grin tugs at Tav’s lips as they pull back, lips parted as they let their saliva pool in their mouth. Drool slides off of their tongue and onto Astarion’s dick, slicking the friction as they continue to pump their fist. Their lips stretch as they take him all the way into their throat again, a satisfied hum vibrating around him.
Astarion’s hips jerk forward at the sensation and he releases his grip on their hair to stroke a thumb against their cheek with a murmured apology.
Tav reaches around to squeeze Astarion’s ass, pulling his hips forward to rock him against their face with purpose. Wide eyes haze over with lust as Tav clasps their hands behind their back in silent permission.
"Oh." Gentle fingers brush their skin as Astarion cradles their head between his hands, rubbing soothing circles into their cheeks with his thumbs before tentatively rocking his hips forward. Tav moans, eyes fluttering shut as their lover’s cock fills their throat.
Astarion begins to build up a rhythm of quick short thrusts, never pulling too far out of the heat of Tav’s wet mouth. Tav presses forward, overeager, and gags themself on his cock. The muscle of their throat spasms around him and a punched out moan spills from Astarion’s mouth.
Tears carve paths down Tav’s cheeks, eyes wet and blurry as they look up to meet their lover’s gaze. Astarion’s pupils are blown wide, completely swallowing his irises as he drags the pads of his thumbs under their eyes to wipe the tears away.
Heat curls like a vice in their abdomen as they reach a hand into the hem of their underclothes, palm pressed tight against their sex to relieve some of the pressure. They moan around Astarion’s cock as they rock their own hips forward, eyes rolling back as they chase their pleasure. Astarion groans at the sight, hips stuttering against their face.
"Close, I’m close- Shit." The rolls of Astarion’s hips start to slow but Tav surges forward, swallowing around his cock. A high reedy whine spills from Astarion’s lips, abdomen muscles flexing in an attempt to stave off his orgasm.
"Gods- I can’t- Oh fuck, pleasepleaseplease-" Astarion’s hips jerk forward and a deep groan rumbles from his chest as his dick pulses, spurting ropes of cum into the wet warmth of Tav’s mouth.
Heat builds in Tav’s core and the tension snaps as they finish against their palm with a harsh exhale through their nose, chest heaving.
Tav pulls off of Astarion’s cock to swallow his spend, lungs burning as they try to take in more oxygen.
Astarion’s legs shake as he presses his palms against Tav’s shoulders to hold himself upright.
"C’mere." Tav guides Astarion back down to their pillows, pulling him half on top of them. A gentle hand strokes through his hair and a sigh of contentment falls from his lips.
"What about you?" Tav chuckles as Astarion looks up at them with a quirk of his brow.
"Already taken care of, love." Astarion’s eyes widen as he lifts his head from their chest to look down at the front of their pants, then back up to their face.
"Mm. Hard not to when you were making such pretty noises for me." Tav rolls Astarion over against the pillows, dislodging his grip on them as they sit themself upright. "Stay put."
Astarion holds up his hands in surrender when Tav presses an accusatory finger against his chest, smiling fondly at him before crossing the room to fetch what they need. They snag a cloth from the corner of their table before reaching for the carafe of water they keep on hand for occasions like these. The liquid spreads over the fabric as they tip the container, soaking the rag through.
Gentle thuds echo through the room as Tav’s clothing hits the floor, leaving their body bare to the orange glow of the candlelight and their lover’s steadfast gaze. The water is cold when it first passes over them, but their body heat is quick to warm the cloth. They turn the fabric over in their palm as they kneel back down next to Astarion, setting it aside in favor of stripping off his top.
The collar of his shirt gets caught on one of his ears as they pull the garment over his head, shared chuckles falling from their lips as Tav pushes him back against the pillows. White curls halo against the cushion, a beautiful contrast to the rosy flush of Astarion’s skin. Tav heats the cloth further between their hands before dragging it across Astarion’s skin, clearing away the spit and spend until only gooseflesh remains.
"There we go." The cloth is soon forgotten, tossed across the room in favor of the blanket near their feet. Tav lays beside their lover, arm extended in open invitation. Astarion sidles up next to them, pressing his cheek against their chest as they pull the blanket up to drape over their waists.
Their chests rise and fall in perfect sync.
Astarion picks up one of Tav’s hands, dragging his fingertip over the various dips and scars.
"Darling?" His voice is a soft murmur, sated.
"Hm?" Tav buries their face in the top of Astarion’s head, pressing a kiss against his scalp.
"What do you know about kintsugi?"
Tav wracks their brain for the meaning of the word but whether it’s from fatigue or lack of knowledge, they come up blank.
"Can’t say I know much about it at all." Tav tries to meet Astarion’s eyes, curious about where exactly this is going. "Why, what is it?"
"It’s the art of taking something broken and mending it together with gold." Tav looks down at their fingers as Astarion pulls them up to his lips, holding them there. Their eyes are drawn to his, intense and brimming with adoration.
"My love..." His lips brush the skin of their knuckles in a soft kiss.
"You’ve made me more gold than man."
Lae’zel came into her new life covered in blood. It ran in rivulets down her blade, matted her finely braided hair, spilled from the three slash marks carved into her side by dragon claws. As she marched down the lich queen’s Great Hall, blood and viscera squished from under her armoured feet. What remained of Vlaakith lay against the foot of the dais at the end of the walk, pathetically curled in on itself. The moment should have been glorious. 
the near-corpse said. As it spoke, black ichor oozed from the corner of its mouth. "By consorting with that
you have broken the back of the great Githyanki Empire and crippled us beyond recovery! Without me, you will all fall to the
Without my might the dragons will—"
Lae’zel didn’t wait for it to finish. With a snarl, she rammed the blade of her silver sword into the lich’s chest. Vlaakith
wailed as she crumbled from the inside out, the dark magics holding her body together unfolding to the Shadow Weave. The warrior crumpled to her knees, the exertion of aeons of war finally catching up to her. 
"What will you do in a world without Vlaakith?" Shadowheart had asked. Lae’zel still did not have an answer. 
"So it is done."
A voice came up from behind her. Orpheus, Prince of the Comet, First Son of Gith, entered the hall flanked by
Jhe’stil Kith’rak
Voss and the dragon Quulos. Lae’zel stood to precise parade attention and inclined her head in a half bow. 
"Indeed," she said, standing aside to reveal the pile of dust where Vlaakith once lay. "The Pretender Queen is dead, and your rightful throne is restored. Our people are free."
Orpheus nodded, placing his hand on Lae’zel’s left pauldron. 
"Yes, my friend. The Children of Gith breathe free once more. But something still troubles you,
t’lak’ma ghir.
You are unsatisfied."
Lae’zel startled, her eyes widening a fraction. 
"No, my Prince. The liberation of our people is first among my desires! I could want for nothing more."
Orpheus shook his head.
"Do not take me for a fool, Lae’zel. Remember that I watched as you left the Material Plane. Your destiny may have been to liberate the Gith, but your heart does not lie in the Astral."