mickume/dnd_drow · Datasets at Hugging Face

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"less imagining, more
astarion’s petulant quip earns him a slap on his thigh.
"don't be a brat," they scold.
something in him shifts. his pupils dilate at the faux agitation in their eyes; the slightest display of dominance. his dick twitches, his lips press together and his thighs tense up. instincts he hasn't been able to shake in centuries kick in and he takes a deep breath.
"i'll take as long as i want- unless you have any objections?" they ask lowly. he knows that tone well, his hints at submission always affect them so much. but no matter how needy they sound or how intense their gaze is, their movements are paused; the out they offer is clear.
he shakes his head. he doesn’t need it. doesn't
another heavy breath hits his clothed dick, a release of tension. their hands push his legs apart and the tail wrapped around his leg tugs in unison, "spread your legs wider," they tell him, their tone matching his from earlier; tinged with need.
he does it without question, almost straining to keep them as far apart as possible. he may act like a brat from time to time, but he always takes orders so well. so good. he's so perfect.
"good boy," they whisper, all faux agitation replaced with adoration.
ninleyn presses more quick kisses to his thigh as they trail upwards, "you're always so good for me, aren't you," they murmur as they press a kiss next to his dick. it's stifled through the fabric of his underwear, but it still makes him whine. maybe they feel spurred on by his noises, or maybe by his submission, for they graciously press a kiss to his shaft.
it's such a light touch, but it makes heat pool in his stomach. it’s so faint yet so good. it's just what he wants.
"how could i resist giving in when you're this good?" they ask, but he hopes they don't expect an answer. the only things that could come out of his mouth right now were impatient pleas and needy whines.
they run their nose up his shaft, their tongue lolling out to tease his head, the forked ends coming up on either side and framing the tip. astarion rolls his hips, the movement causing ninleyn's tongue to graze over more of his shaft. the texture of their tongue feels so good, even through the fabric of his underwear.
he remembers the ache it caused when they first gave him a blowjob. the texture made faint pain mix with the pleasure and caused heat to pool in his stomach, but also made him more sensitive. he couldn’t stand their tongue for more than a few minutes.
but he wanted to. so whenever he prompted, ninleyn would sit just like they are now, only with astarion’s dick in their mouth, letting him guide their head however he wished. pressing their tongue against his shaft whenever he wished, or letting it hang loosely and just letting him enjoy the heat of their mouth for a moment.
through many of these painstakingly intimate blowjobs, which often turned into full cockwarming sessions, he was able to build up some resistance to the texture, and now it doesn’t even ache.
or at least he doesn't feel it. if it does, he might be a bit masochistic, for pleasure has long since replaced the pain.
he snaps out of his thoughts when ninleyn starts getting up, but astarion knows they’re far from done.
they stand up, stretching their legs. they move their hand up to cradle the back of astarion’s head, fingers threading through the silky strands of his hair. their other hand comes up to brush away hair stuck to his forehead by sweat before they press a kiss on it, one of their hands gently rubbing the tip of his ear through it. he starts feeling a little fuzzy.
they part and take a step back, "on the bed — all fours, please."
astarion does as told. his limbs shake as he moves, but he gets into position without any trouble.
he tenses in anticipation when he feels the mattress dip beneath ninleyn’s weight. they shift to find a comfortable position, which they find right behind him. they stand on their knees only a few inches away from him, their own legs spread and containing astarion's between them. their erection brushes against the top of his thighs and the underside of his ass as they move — he assumes those aren't accidental.
their hands run over his thighs, hips and sides of his tummy, touching him everywhere but where he wants it most. that part of the plan was made clear before they started, but now that they're in the scene, he has to bite his tongue to stop any more quips that could earn him another smack; he likes them plenty, but likes the idea of what comes next more.
a clawed finger hooks under the strap of his underwear, "can i take these off?"
astarion nods, but he knows that isn't enough to satisfy them. ninleyn bends over him, their hard dick pressing against his ass as they do, and their hand comes up to cup one of his cheeks while the other presses against the mattress to keep them steady. astarion turns his head and kisses their fingers, grazing his fangs over them and sucking lightly.
"use your words," they ask.
his lips curl into a fond smirk. if he didn't know any better — if he didn't know how much they got off on hearing him say he wants things, he'd accuse them of stalling, but he liked indulging them.
with a knowing smile, they press their fingers against his lips for one last kiss before they get back into position. they drag his underwear down his legs, running their fingers over newly uncovered skin.
"maybe i should bite here too? wouldn’t that be a sight," they muse, running their fingers over the pale flesh of astarion’s ass. the idea would've made his heart race. he’s tempted to tell them to go ahead, but the moment passes when his underwear gets dragged down to his knees. he lifts his legs so ninleyn can take them off.
when it's discarded off to the side of their bed, both of ninleyn's hands come to grip his hips, rubbing around where the bones used to stick out like sore thumbs. they pull gently at the skin that covers them well now.
during his centuries under cazador's rule, his diet was strict. the red of rats and bugs were all he knew, he was forced to gorge on them, just enough to keep his body somewhat healthy looking — nobody would want to bed someone who looked too emaciated. the idea of having any semblance of body fat was lost to time, a sign that he would go without drinking for months, just to get him back to that "ideal body" again.
due to his lifestyle of seemingly constant adventures with ninleyn, he likely wasn't going to be able to gain weight that'd show a stark difference, but what he had gained back, he was happy with. he'd take back anything and everything he could from that monster.
ninleyn's hands release the grip on his hips, fingers running appreciatively along the stretch marks scattered on them and his thighs. they became a small source of insecurity for him, but they make sure every part of him feels as loved as the rest.
one of ninleyn's hands dip under him, running a single finger along the same marks on his inner thighs. while down there, they take a moment to press a finger onto his shaft. astarion presses his legs together, hoping to keep their hand between his thighs for just a bit longer. their warmth contrasts his chill so well.
but two taps on the side of his thigh signify that ninleyn has other plans. he reluctantly parts his legs enough for the hand to slip out. their fingertips come to run along the back of his thighs and to his back, tracing carefully between the markings as if they’re trying not to color outside lines. astarion shudders, their nails feel like they’re digging inches into his skin, leaving behind even more markings to replace his scars. some dig into his skin with what feels like intention, pressing into his skin in what feels like a shape vaguely akin to a heart.
astarion’s mind doesn’t get to wander for long. "you're so worked up, star," ninleyn says dreamily, voice cutting through the fog as they drag their hand up, lightly scratching over his shoulder blades.
"like you have any room to talk. i can feel you poking me back there," he quips. he can practically hear them smile at the tone of his voice. their tail starts to swish behind them.
a hand reaches forward to run fingers through his curls, "there he is, i missed that snark," they keen, "keep at it, would you? it won't be as nice if it's just me talking."
"i would have been talking this entire time if you hadn't shut me up earlier."
"you can't blame me for that. your reactions are always a sight to see."
"touché. i'm sure i look gorgeous."
ninleyn’s lips press into the small of his back, "you do."
they lean back and spread one of his cheeks with one hand. a nail from the other comes to poke at his hole, circling his rim and they watch as he clenches around nothing.
he huffs at their feigned thoughts of entering, the idea wouldn't have crossed their mind until
that moment, but it still wasn't a part of the plan. plans have never — and
— change mid scene.
"you have me right where you wanted me, yet you still insist on being a tease. you're positively mad," astarion says in disbelief.
"it's called "savoring the moment,'" he gets a firm smack to the upper side of his ass, though it’s nowhere near hard enough to hurt, "but gods, the moment is stretching thin."
"then let it snap. fuck my thighs like you’ve waited so long for," he purrs with a push of his hips, their dick twitches against him, "do it — before i start teasing
," he adds as a fake, thinly veiled threat as he looks over his shoulder.
they chuckle in the face of his restlessness, he's so impatient.
"that's a tempting thought. maybe we’ll do some of that next time."
a next time if you don't hurry the hell up. we'll both die long before we can take our pants off again."
ninleyn laughs heartily, a hand coming to cover their mouth. they almost stumble without a hand to stabilize them on the bed.
"you're so dramatic," their laughter makes him wish his heart could flutter, "but alright, give me a sec."
their weight shifts behind him, coupled with the sound of shuffling fabric. over his shoulder, astarion watches as they quickly strip, throwing their clothes into some unseen spot on the floor.
and you say i'm the needy one
ninleyn gets back into position, pressing their bare length teasingly against astarion's ass, dipping between his cheeks.
"hand me a pillow."
he reaches up and grabs two. he passes one over his shoulder, and it gets shoved beneath his hips a bit roughly — the soft silk glides against the head of his dick and he feels some precum leak from the tip. he keeps the second just ahead of him; he has a feeling his head will end up there soon.
"do i have to do
?" astarion groans, but reaches over to the bedside table, producing the lubricant and passing it over his shoulder.
"you were closer. it's easier."
astarion bites back the urge to talk back, instead overtaken by the hot press of ninleyn's tip between his thighs, but it doesn’t stay for long. his thighs get nudged apart and a faint floral scent fills the air.
ninleyn reaches between his thighs, taking a moment to revel at the softness before the pads of their lubed fingers come into contact with his skin. they slide their fingers up high, brushing the sensitive skin of his perineum and ghosting over his balls in a touch that would feel teasing, if not for how eager and hurried it feels. astarion shudders, the muscles of his thighs twitching.
their fingers glide easily along this thighs between the lube and the sleekness of astarion's skin. he keeps making small movements with his hips, unable to keep his growing excitement contained. it's so close, he can almost feel it.
ninleyn presses his legs together, and astarion tenses to make sure they stay shut. it creates a perfect little crevice just below the cheeks of his ass.
their breathing gets more erratic, and then they finally,
their dick pushes between his thighs, the first few moments of being enveloped in the tight plush almost locks it in place, but the lube will help with that in a moment. the contrast of his tensed thighs and his slick skin creates a sensation just like ninleyn had imagined — if not better, and they hadn't even started moving yet.
if this were a verse they'd written, ninleyn would've described their pupils shifting into hearts.
they start with an experimental thrust, testing the waters and watching astarion with rapt attention for any signs of discomfort. they trust him. if he had any problems, they knew he'd speak up, but that doesn't deter them from looking.
they make a few more slow thrusts. the feeling of their dick getting enveloped in astarion's chill makes equally cold shivers go up their spine. it's so cold, yet their skin only burns.
it's almost hypnotic, the way astarion gets moved by their thrusts. the way he gets pushed forward slightly with every thrust they make, and how he comes back with them when they pull back.
they slide their free arm under astarion's body, splaying their fingers across his tummy and tugging him closer. cold encompasses the entirety of their thighs and groin.
"'starion," they mumble through pants, short of breath at the gorgeous sight beneath them; astarion bearing his back to them, the subtle rise and fall as he softly pants, and that beautiful voice that escapes his mouth in hushed moans. they wish they took him on his back so they could see his expression. they’re sure he looks gorgeous. he always does.
"how does it feel? do you like it?"
"stupid question
" astarion grumbles facetiously, "but leave it to you to be concerned about my well-being when you should be fucking into me until neither of us can think."
," despite their tone, their expression is one of fondness, "but should i take that as a yes?"
"for hells sake-" he steels his voice as best he can, "yes, ninleyn, it feels
" he says sardonically, throwing in a loud, dramatic moan afterwards that’s as fake as his annoyance, "oh, do keep going," he doesn’t say it, but his tone screams
"are you happy now?"
satisfied and amused by his theatrics, they start thrusting harder, their dick reaching between deeper between his thighs as a result. breathy moans fall out of astarion’s mouth one after another when their dick brushes against his perineum, the sensitive area continuously rubbed by their dick as they fuck themself between his thighs.
they felt so hot, every thrust shot a wave of pleasure to his stomach. something in him starts to ache, something he was getting used to feeling again, and it only intensified the faster they got. inadvertently, astarion presses his legs together in hopes to keep himself from falling apart so soon.
the hand on his tummy slides down to grab his dick. astarion makes a surprised little sound in his throat when their fingers curl around him. his tip is slick with precum, which gets spread across his entire shaft as they start to stroke him out of sync with their thrusts.
their free hand grips his hip, nails digging inches into his skin before they start bringing his hips back to meet their thrusts. they're almost slamming their bodies together; spurred on by the softness enveloping them and the moans that leave the man writhing beneath them.
astarion brings his thighs together a little more, and ninleyn takes a sharp breath as the space gets impossibly tight. he feels precum leak from their tip, adding to the lube coating his thighs and making the thrusts go even smoother.
he rests his head on the pillow, dipping a hand beneath him and between the crevice of his thighs, reaching deep enough to touch their tip when they thrust in again. ninleyn chokes on a noise between a whimper and a moan when they feel the rough pads of astarion's fingers touch their tip, idly playing with it when they thrust in enough. they shudder from the stimulation.
feeling them shake at the faintest touch, astarion smirks — smug, he thinks it looks.
"th-" he stutters through heavy pants, "that's payback. for taking so long."
he's quick to agitate when their movements start to slow, thinking it's their own form of payback. he readies himself to say something to get them to keep fucking into him, but the words die on his tongue when he gets enveloped by something akin to a warm embrace. always so soft for touches like these, it does wonders to make up for their slowed movements.
they've bent themself over him, groin pressed against his hips. their chest on his back, gently applying some weight. they remain still for a moment, beads of sweat running down and dripping onto astarion.
he must look like a mess, covered in so many types of fluids; practically coated in a light layer of sweat from both of them, precum and lube mixing together on his thighs, and small amounts of drool dripping onto his chin from the corner of his mouth.
ninleyn shifts upward, "ready?" they ask, voice low and needy.
he was caught up in the moment, it slipped his mind that there was still a bit more to come.
with that, their body lowers onto his. at first, the position feels awkward and the weight is crushing — claustrophobic, even, but moments pass without any movement, and he starts to
their dick is pressed impossibly close to the apex of his thighs. one of their legs is bent next to his hip, the warmth from their own thigh encases him. his head hits the pillow and their chin comes to rest at the top of his back, their hot breaths hit his nape one after another, making the fine hairs stand up. their chest pressed snugly against his back, the beating of their heartbeat just as erratic as their shared pants and moans.
the closeness burned his skin like the sun. oh, this position was
they start thrusting again, all finesse they've previously shown is gone in the wind as they hump against him desperately. the lack of space almost makes the hand still around his dick uncomfortable, but the discomfort fades as they start stroking him again. there's no space to have it gently; they roughly pump his dick with what little space they have.
ninleyn gasps into astarion's skin, mouth open against his shoulder. "so good, so beautiful," they mutter with a hoarse voice. their sharp breaths are hot against his skin, threatening to mimic astarion's desperate moans as they keep stroking him. they mouth at his skin, his flesh getting redder as it's lapped with their barbed tongue.

"less imagining, more

astarion’s petulant quip earns him a slap on his thigh.

"don't be a brat," they scold.

something in him shifts. his pupils dilate at the faux agitation in their eyes; the slightest display of dominance. his dick twitches, his lips press together and his thighs tense up. instincts he hasn't been able to shake in centuries kick in and he takes a deep breath.

"i'll take as long as i want- unless you have any objections?" they ask lowly. he knows that tone well, his hints at submission always affect them so much. but no matter how needy they sound or how intense their gaze is, their movements are paused; the out they offer is clear.

he shakes his head. he doesn’t need it. doesn't

another heavy breath hits his clothed dick, a release of tension. their hands push his legs apart and the tail wrapped around his leg tugs in unison, "spread your legs wider," they tell him, their tone matching his from earlier; tinged with need.

he does it without question, almost straining to keep them as far apart as possible. he may act like a brat from time to time, but he always takes orders so well. so good. he's so perfect.

"good boy," they whisper, all faux agitation replaced with adoration.

ninleyn presses more quick kisses to his thigh as they trail upwards, "you're always so good for me, aren't you," they murmur as they press a kiss next to his dick. it's stifled through the fabric of his underwear, but it still makes him whine. maybe they feel spurred on by his noises, or maybe by his submission, for they graciously press a kiss to his shaft.

it's such a light touch, but it makes heat pool in his stomach. it’s so faint yet so good. it's just what he wants.

"how could i resist giving in when you're this good?" they ask, but he hopes they don't expect an answer. the only things that could come out of his mouth right now were impatient pleas and needy whines.

they run their nose up his shaft, their tongue lolling out to tease his head, the forked ends coming up on either side and framing the tip. astarion rolls his hips, the movement causing ninleyn's tongue to graze over more of his shaft. the texture of their tongue feels so good, even through the fabric of his underwear.

he remembers the ache it caused when they first gave him a blowjob. the texture made faint pain mix with the pleasure and caused heat to pool in his stomach, but also made him more sensitive. he couldn’t stand their tongue for more than a few minutes.

but he wanted to. so whenever he prompted, ninleyn would sit just like they are now, only with astarion’s dick in their mouth, letting him guide their head however he wished. pressing their tongue against his shaft whenever he wished, or letting it hang loosely and just letting him enjoy the heat of their mouth for a moment.

through many of these painstakingly intimate blowjobs, which often turned into full cockwarming sessions, he was able to build up some resistance to the texture, and now it doesn’t even ache.

or at least he doesn't feel it. if it does, he might be a bit masochistic, for pleasure has long since replaced the pain.

he snaps out of his thoughts when ninleyn starts getting up, but astarion knows they’re far from done.

they stand up, stretching their legs. they move their hand up to cradle the back of astarion’s head, fingers threading through the silky strands of his hair. their other hand comes up to brush away hair stuck to his forehead by sweat before they press a kiss on it, one of their hands gently rubbing the tip of his ear through it. he starts feeling a little fuzzy.

they part and take a step back, "on the bed — all fours, please."

astarion does as told. his limbs shake as he moves, but he gets into position without any trouble.

he tenses in anticipation when he feels the mattress dip beneath ninleyn’s weight. they shift to find a comfortable position, which they find right behind him. they stand on their knees only a few inches away from him, their own legs spread and containing astarion's between them. their erection brushes against the top of his thighs and the underside of his ass as they move — he assumes those aren't accidental.

their hands run over his thighs, hips and sides of his tummy, touching him everywhere but where he wants it most. that part of the plan was made clear before they started, but now that they're in the scene, he has to bite his tongue to stop any more quips that could earn him another smack; he likes them plenty, but likes the idea of what comes next more.

a clawed finger hooks under the strap of his underwear, "can i take these off?"

astarion nods, but he knows that isn't enough to satisfy them. ninleyn bends over him, their hard dick pressing against his ass as they do, and their hand comes up to cup one of his cheeks while the other presses against the mattress to keep them steady. astarion turns his head and kisses their fingers, grazing his fangs over them and sucking lightly.

"use your words," they ask.

his lips curl into a fond smirk. if he didn't know any better — if he didn't know how much they got off on hearing him say he wants things, he'd accuse them of stalling, but he liked indulging them.

with a knowing smile, they press their fingers against his lips for one last kiss before they get back into position. they drag his underwear down his legs, running their fingers over newly uncovered skin.

"maybe i should bite here too? wouldn’t that be a sight," they muse, running their fingers over the pale flesh of astarion’s ass. the idea would've made his heart race. he’s tempted to tell them to go ahead, but the moment passes when his underwear gets dragged down to his knees. he lifts his legs so ninleyn can take them off.

when it's discarded off to the side of their bed, both of ninleyn's hands come to grip his hips, rubbing around where the bones used to stick out like sore thumbs. they pull gently at the skin that covers them well now.

during his centuries under cazador's rule, his diet was strict. the red of rats and bugs were all he knew, he was forced to gorge on them, just enough to keep his body somewhat healthy looking — nobody would want to bed someone who looked too emaciated. the idea of having any semblance of body fat was lost to time, a sign that he would go without drinking for months, just to get him back to that "ideal body" again.

due to his lifestyle of seemingly constant adventures with ninleyn, he likely wasn't going to be able to gain weight that'd show a stark difference, but what he had gained back, he was happy with. he'd take back anything and everything he could from that monster.

ninleyn's hands release the grip on his hips, fingers running appreciatively along the stretch marks scattered on them and his thighs. they became a small source of insecurity for him, but they make sure every part of him feels as loved as the rest.

one of ninleyn's hands dip under him, running a single finger along the same marks on his inner thighs. while down there, they take a moment to press a finger onto his shaft. astarion presses his legs together, hoping to keep their hand between his thighs for just a bit longer. their warmth contrasts his chill so well.

but two taps on the side of his thigh signify that ninleyn has other plans. he reluctantly parts his legs enough for the hand to slip out. their fingertips come to run along the back of his thighs and to his back, tracing carefully between the markings as if they’re trying not to color outside lines. astarion shudders, their nails feel like they’re digging inches into his skin, leaving behind even more markings to replace his scars. some dig into his skin with what feels like intention, pressing into his skin in what feels like a shape vaguely akin to a heart.

astarion’s mind doesn’t get to wander for long. "you're so worked up, star," ninleyn says dreamily, voice cutting through the fog as they drag their hand up, lightly scratching over his shoulder blades.

"like you have any room to talk. i can feel you poking me back there," he quips. he can practically hear them smile at the tone of his voice. their tail starts to swish behind them.

a hand reaches forward to run fingers through his curls, "there he is, i missed that snark," they keen, "keep at it, would you? it won't be as nice if it's just me talking."

"i would have been talking this entire time if you hadn't shut me up earlier."

"you can't blame me for that. your reactions are always a sight to see."

"touché. i'm sure i look gorgeous."

ninleyn’s lips press into the small of his back, "you do."

they lean back and spread one of his cheeks with one hand. a nail from the other comes to poke at his hole, circling his rim and they watch as he clenches around nothing.

he huffs at their feigned thoughts of entering, the idea wouldn't have crossed their mind until

that moment, but it still wasn't a part of the plan. plans have never — and

— change mid scene.

"you have me right where you wanted me, yet you still insist on being a tease. you're positively mad," astarion says in disbelief.

"it's called "savoring the moment,'" he gets a firm smack to the upper side of his ass, though it’s nowhere near hard enough to hurt, "but gods, the moment is stretching thin."

"then let it snap. fuck my thighs like you’ve waited so long for," he purrs with a push of his hips, their dick twitches against him, "do it — before i start teasing

," he adds as a fake, thinly veiled threat as he looks over his shoulder.

they chuckle in the face of his restlessness, he's so impatient.

"that's a tempting thought. maybe we’ll do some of that next time."

a next time if you don't hurry the hell up. we'll both die long before we can take our pants off again."

ninleyn laughs heartily, a hand coming to cover their mouth. they almost stumble without a hand to stabilize them on the bed.

"you're so dramatic," their laughter makes him wish his heart could flutter, "but alright, give me a sec."

their weight shifts behind him, coupled with the sound of shuffling fabric. over his shoulder, astarion watches as they quickly strip, throwing their clothes into some unseen spot on the floor.

and you say i'm the needy one

ninleyn gets back into position, pressing their bare length teasingly against astarion's ass, dipping between his cheeks.

"hand me a pillow."

he reaches up and grabs two. he passes one over his shoulder, and it gets shoved beneath his hips a bit roughly — the soft silk glides against the head of his dick and he feels some precum leak from the tip. he keeps the second just ahead of him; he has a feeling his head will end up there soon.

"do i have to do

?" astarion groans, but reaches over to the bedside table, producing the lubricant and passing it over his shoulder.

"you were closer. it's easier."

astarion bites back the urge to talk back, instead overtaken by the hot press of ninleyn's tip between his thighs, but it doesn’t stay for long. his thighs get nudged apart and a faint floral scent fills the air.

ninleyn reaches between his thighs, taking a moment to revel at the softness before the pads of their lubed fingers come into contact with his skin. they slide their fingers up high, brushing the sensitive skin of his perineum and ghosting over his balls in a touch that would feel teasing, if not for how eager and hurried it feels. astarion shudders, the muscles of his thighs twitching.

their fingers glide easily along this thighs between the lube and the sleekness of astarion's skin. he keeps making small movements with his hips, unable to keep his growing excitement contained. it's so close, he can almost feel it.

ninleyn presses his legs together, and astarion tenses to make sure they stay shut. it creates a perfect little crevice just below the cheeks of his ass.

their breathing gets more erratic, and then they finally,

their dick pushes between his thighs, the first few moments of being enveloped in the tight plush almost locks it in place, but the lube will help with that in a moment. the contrast of his tensed thighs and his slick skin creates a sensation just like ninleyn had imagined — if not better, and they hadn't even started moving yet.

if this were a verse they'd written, ninleyn would've described their pupils shifting into hearts.

they start with an experimental thrust, testing the waters and watching astarion with rapt attention for any signs of discomfort. they trust him. if he had any problems, they knew he'd speak up, but that doesn't deter them from looking.

they make a few more slow thrusts. the feeling of their dick getting enveloped in astarion's chill makes equally cold shivers go up their spine. it's so cold, yet their skin only burns.

it's almost hypnotic, the way astarion gets moved by their thrusts. the way he gets pushed forward slightly with every thrust they make, and how he comes back with them when they pull back.

they slide their free arm under astarion's body, splaying their fingers across his tummy and tugging him closer. cold encompasses the entirety of their thighs and groin.

"'starion," they mumble through pants, short of breath at the gorgeous sight beneath them; astarion bearing his back to them, the subtle rise and fall as he softly pants, and that beautiful voice that escapes his mouth in hushed moans. they wish they took him on his back so they could see his expression. they’re sure he looks gorgeous. he always does.

"how does it feel? do you like it?"

"stupid question

" astarion grumbles facetiously, "but leave it to you to be concerned about my well-being when you should be fucking into me until neither of us can think."

," despite their tone, their expression is one of fondness, "but should i take that as a yes?"

"for hells sake-" he steels his voice as best he can, "yes, ninleyn, it feels

" he says sardonically, throwing in a loud, dramatic moan afterwards that’s as fake as his annoyance, "oh, do keep going," he doesn’t say it, but his tone screams

"are you happy now?"

satisfied and amused by his theatrics, they start thrusting harder, their dick reaching between deeper between his thighs as a result. breathy moans fall out of astarion’s mouth one after another when their dick brushes against his perineum, the sensitive area continuously rubbed by their dick as they fuck themself between his thighs.

they felt so hot, every thrust shot a wave of pleasure to his stomach. something in him starts to ache, something he was getting used to feeling again, and it only intensified the faster they got. inadvertently, astarion presses his legs together in hopes to keep himself from falling apart so soon.

the hand on his tummy slides down to grab his dick. astarion makes a surprised little sound in his throat when their fingers curl around him. his tip is slick with precum, which gets spread across his entire shaft as they start to stroke him out of sync with their thrusts.

their free hand grips his hip, nails digging inches into his skin before they start bringing his hips back to meet their thrusts. they're almost slamming their bodies together; spurred on by the softness enveloping them and the moans that leave the man writhing beneath them.

astarion brings his thighs together a little more, and ninleyn takes a sharp breath as the space gets impossibly tight. he feels precum leak from their tip, adding to the lube coating his thighs and making the thrusts go even smoother.

he rests his head on the pillow, dipping a hand beneath him and between the crevice of his thighs, reaching deep enough to touch their tip when they thrust in again. ninleyn chokes on a noise between a whimper and a moan when they feel the rough pads of astarion's fingers touch their tip, idly playing with it when they thrust in enough. they shudder from the stimulation.

feeling them shake at the faintest touch, astarion smirks — smug, he thinks it looks.

"th-" he stutters through heavy pants, "that's payback. for taking so long."

he's quick to agitate when their movements start to slow, thinking it's their own form of payback. he readies himself to say something to get them to keep fucking into him, but the words die on his tongue when he gets enveloped by something akin to a warm embrace. always so soft for touches like these, it does wonders to make up for their slowed movements.

they've bent themself over him, groin pressed against his hips. their chest on his back, gently applying some weight. they remain still for a moment, beads of sweat running down and dripping onto astarion.

he must look like a mess, covered in so many types of fluids; practically coated in a light layer of sweat from both of them, precum and lube mixing together on his thighs, and small amounts of drool dripping onto his chin from the corner of his mouth.

ninleyn shifts upward, "ready?" they ask, voice low and needy.

he was caught up in the moment, it slipped his mind that there was still a bit more to come.

with that, their body lowers onto his. at first, the position feels awkward and the weight is crushing — claustrophobic, even, but moments pass without any movement, and he starts to

their dick is pressed impossibly close to the apex of his thighs. one of their legs is bent next to his hip, the warmth from their own thigh encases him. his head hits the pillow and their chin comes to rest at the top of his back, their hot breaths hit his nape one after another, making the fine hairs stand up. their chest pressed snugly against his back, the beating of their heartbeat just as erratic as their shared pants and moans.

the closeness burned his skin like the sun. oh, this position was

they start thrusting again, all finesse they've previously shown is gone in the wind as they hump against him desperately. the lack of space almost makes the hand still around his dick uncomfortable, but the discomfort fades as they start stroking him again. there's no space to have it gently; they roughly pump his dick with what little space they have.

ninleyn gasps into astarion's skin, mouth open against his shoulder. "so good, so beautiful," they mutter with a hoarse voice. their sharp breaths are hot against his skin, threatening to mimic astarion's desperate moans as they keep stroking him. they mouth at his skin, his flesh getting redder as it's lapped with their barbed tongue.