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"Not long enough, as usual," he wrinkled his nose, but his face quickly dropped the mask of disgust and became more sincere. "But I used the extra time to think about something. Something about... us."
"Us?" Tav asked, sitting up straighter. "What about us?"
"Well, darling," Astarion said. "Last night you said something, while you were falling asleep."
"Gods," Tav put their head in their hands. "What nonsense did I say this time? Was it as bad as the time I pretended to be an owlbear?"
"No, no, nothing as hilarious as that," Astarion said, smiling in remembrance. "You said something about wanting to be leashed."
Leashed. Tav felt their face and shoulders heat immediately and they hunched in on themselves a bit. The idea of Astarion buckling the dog collar they had found around their neck was almost enough to make them moan aloud right then and there.
"Uh," Tav finally said, once they had wrestled the urge to moan back into their gut. "I... remember."
"Well, pet, if you wanted to try that tonight..." he trailed off, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked up at them through them, clearly waiting to gauge their reaction.
"Yes," Tav said much too quickly. "Yes, ye- yes please."
"Oh my," Astarion drawled, straightening his posture. "You’re begging already. Slip that collar into my bag whenever you have a chance."
Tav shook their head, standing quickly and regretting it. Their head spun and they stumbled while turning in a circle looking for their belt pouch that they had cast aside while peeling off their vestments last night. They quickly found it in a corner of Astarion’s tent and extracted the collar from where it was placed the previous night.
"Put it on me now?" they asked, holding out the accessory to Astarion. His eyebrows shot up before he smirked and gestured for Tav to sit in his lap. They acquiesced, pulling their hair up into its customary knot at the back of their skull before sitting down. Astarion’s cold fingers brushed their neck and they shuddered. All of their instincts told them to tilt their head and offer him their neck, to give in to their lover and give him whatever he wanted. Instead of his fangs, Tav felt two of Astarion’s perfectly manicured fingers tilt their head up to his. Ever pliant in his hands, they submitted, humming in appreciation when he kissed them, his fangs gently catching their lower lip. He let go in an instant and pulled back, his hand that he had turned their head with releasing them, his other hand resting gently on their throat. All he would have to do is squeeze and they-
Another time, Tav thought, trying to halt their brain in its tracks as it imagined Astarion choking them while his fingers teased their cock. They were brought back to reality by Astarion removing his hand and chuckling.
"You just got so much warmer, my dear. Imagining things, are we?" he said, his voice light and teasing. When they nodded he laughed aloud. "At least let me get the collar on you before you start squirming. Or was there something else you wanted?"
"Later," they said, attempting to regulate their breathing as their monastic training had taught them. "We can explore that particular fantasy later."
"Oh, a different one, is it? Well, I certainly look forward to it," he said, a smile in his voice. Astarion stroked Tav's neck a few more times before passing the collar in front of them and fastening the buckle in the back. The nametag on the collar hung perfectly in the hollow of Tav's throat, the weight of the ancient leather comforting. They stood up and turned to face Astarion.
"Well," they said. "How do I look?"
"Ravishing, as always, my dear," the vampire said, a smile on his lips and desire in his eyes. "I can’t wait to see it as the only thing you wear later tonight."
The day’s adventure took them to the wizard’s tower that they had seen across the lake from the ancient grave that held the long dead dog and its collar. With some quick thinking from Tav and some quicker lightning from Gale, they had been able to disable several arcane turrets that protected the stronghold. After picking their way down a natural staircase made from mushrooms, Astarion had quickly snapped the lock on the door and Gale had deduced that they needed to feed the magical apparatus the flowers that made him nauseous. Tav didn’t understand, but they let the smarter members of their group take the lead. They could punch things and sometimes talk their way out of a sticky situation, it was more than fair to let Gale have his fun solving the mysteries of the tower.
The wizard talked at length about how everything worked and how he was astounded by the sheer magnitude of the devices he saw. They worked their way up the tower, floor by floor until they got to a floor that clearly served as the mage’s bedroom. Amongst the numerous books found on the shelves, Tav's eye was caught by a stanza in one of the numerous plays they had picked up. Muttering the different stanzas of rhyme to themselves, they continued through the floor, opening doors and poking at piles of books.
"Oh, would you look at that," Shadowheart said, bending down to look at something in the corner. Tav dropped the book they had been reading into their bag and walked over to join the cleric.
"What do you think it does?" Tav asked, straightening up and adjusting their belt. "Probably blows up the tower, eh?"
"Hardly something to joke about," Gale chided.
Tav rolled their eyes and was about to turn and say something snarky to the wizard when Astarion said, "well, might as well get it over with if it does."
Before any of them could react, the elf kicked the button. Tav gasped as if they’d been shot by an arrow, but when they looked down, their person was mercifully intact. They looked up at their companions staring at them and asked, "Did anyone else feel that?"
"No?" Gale said, looking them over. "Are you okay?"
"I think?" Tav responded. "Was that the bu-"
Tav had barely started saying the word "button’ when Astarion kicked the button again. This time, expecting the sensation, Tav felt clearly when the collar around their neck vibrated. The sensation raced through them, sparking the very recently dormant arousal in their belly. Unbidden, a soft moan escaped Tav's lips and their eyes lidded as they looked up at Astarion, the vampire smiling at them innocently. They immediately established a tadpole link to inform Astarion of the change in plans for that night.
"We’re resting here and leaving everyone else at camp," they sent.
In return, they received a questioning sound. They cut off the connection immediately when Shadowheart said, "Um, Tav? Are you sure you’re alright? You made a noise that sounded like-"
"I’m fine!" Tav exclaimed, cutting her off. "I swear, I’m fine. Let’s head to the top floor, yeah?"
They immediately started walking towards the elevator, effectively shutting down any more discussion on the matter.
One fight with several automatons later, Tav was bloody, sore, and tired. The party dragged themselves back to camp, the other three of their companions similarly worse for wear. Everyone slunk back to their respective tents to lick their wounds and hopefully relax. Tav could see it on their faces, all of them were exhausted from the day of adventuring. Normally, someone would offer to cook, but tonight even Gale and Karlach grabbed dry rations and retreated to their tents.
Tav did the same, grabbing some fruit they had found several days ago and a stale loaf of bread. They mostly ate their dinner in silence, letting the sounds of the underdark wash over them, the silence of camp helping them to focus their mind and meditate after the day’s chaos.
They felt Astarion’s footsteps before they heard him. The vampire was light of foot normally, but Tav had become accustomed to his careful footsteps. The chilly hands brushed over their bare shoulders and up their neck to cup their jaw from behind. Tav tilted their head to the side, leaning into Astarion’s right hand and baring their neck for him.
"Mmm, not yet, pet," he hummed, placing a gentle kiss on their neck instead of biting them immediately. "Remember, your request?"
A jolt of arousal shot through Tav's body at the elf’s low words. In the earlier fight, they had completely forgotten the button that caused the collar that still sat around their throat to vibrate. They swallowed and turned, looking up into Astarion’s deep, red eyes. His eyes were heavily lidded, his brow creased with desire, his lashes casting a spider web of shadows across his face in the dim light.
"Right," they breathed. "Follow me."
The pair crept through the stalks of the glowing mushrooms that surrounded their camp quietly, trying not to alert anyone to their absence. Tav made eye contact with Shadowheart on their way out, but Shadowheart just shook her head and laid back down to read her book. Tav and Astarion wound their way through the cave that had led to a perfect spot to camp, back to the tower they had explored earlier. The furniture in the tower was dusty and creaked, but the bed in the main room was still serviceable. Astarion sat on it with a flourish, a cloud of dust puffing out behind him. He scowled and cast Prestidigitation a few times, banishing most of the grime from the woolen blankets.
Satisfied with his work, he turned back to where Tav stood in front of him and asked, "So, darling, what’s this about?"
The tiefling quickly undid the collar and held it out to the elf, saying, "Look, I know you probably don’t want to, but put this on for a moment, please? Then you can put it back on me."
"Alright..." Astarion said, taking the collar. He deftly fastened it around his own neck and looked back up at Tav, "How do I look? Blue normally isn’t my color, but you look good on me, so this might, too."
Ignoring the part of their brain that was desperately trying to make Tav stand and stare open mouthed at Astarion, they stepped back and kicked the button behind them.
"Ah!" he gasped, his hand flying to his neck. "Oh, very good, I see what you were reacting to earlier."
He reached up to take off the collar, but paused, looking at Tav hungrily. They loved the dichotomy of feeling both attractive to the pale elf, but also like a piece of meat. Clearly whatever had created them had made a mistake, making them so willing to submit to being a meal for the vampire.
"Press the button again, please," Astarion said. Tav complied, lightly tapping it with their foot. Astarion jumped in response to the vibration, but shook his head. "Press and hold. I want to see if it keeps vibrating."
Tav's eyes widened and they bent down to press and hold the button. In front of them, Astarion hummed and rolled his neck and shoulders.
"I was right," he said, putting specific emphasis on the end of the word. "Come here."
The tiefling obeyed immediately, letting go of the button and striding over to stand in front of the elf. Astarion stood and brushed his lips against Tav's with little other contact. Tav wanted to melt into him, to take him in their arms and hold him as he held them in return. The evening promised to be much less relaxing and much more pleasurable when Astarion stepped to the side of Tav and quickly looped the collar around their neck. They brought their hands up to feel its weight and the arcane energy flowing through it when Astarion pulled the buckle into place, pulling Tav back into him.
"My, aren’t you pliant tonight?" he murmured, running his hands up their bare arms.
Tav turned to face him and laid a hand over his stilled heart, crooking an eyebrow and saying, "Is wanting you to devour me such a crime?"
"Oh, darling," Astarion exclaimed, placing a hand over the hand on his chest and starting to walk backwards towards the button. "If you want to be devoured, I can certainly oblige."
They followed, wondering where he was going with this. Backed up to the window, he put his heel against the button. Tav felt the vibration of the collar start at their throat, the sensation almost clearing away tension in their shoulders. With his heel still on the button, Astarion moved his hands to cradle their head and kissed them deeply. Tav moaned into his mouth, throwing their arms around his neck, the collar making all their nerves tingle.
Astarion’s lips against Tav's were soft and teasing in contrast to Tav's own barely masked desperation. They felt him smile just before he stepped off the button. Tav let out a whine at the stopped sensation, but pulled back to look up at the man in their arms.
"Why’d you stop, it felt good?" Tav asked. Astarion smirked and sat down, taking Tav's hands to pull them down with him. They obliged.
As soon as both Tav and Astarion were sitting on the plush rug in the corner of the tower, Astarion was on top of them, kissing and nibbling at their neck without breaking the skin. He crawled over them, hitching one of their legs up with his own to grind his hard cock against them. Tav cried out and bucked into him, trying to work their arms down to wiggle out of their leggings.
"Ah, ah, ah," Astarion chided, using one hand to hold himself up and the other to capture Tav’s wrist before they could reach the waistband of their leggings. "Neither of us will be touching your glorious cock until I deem it the correct time."
Tav whined, but let Astarion move their arms above their head, suspiciously close to the button. Their center was already wet and dripping, as it had been since the collar vibrated the first time. Their cock rubbed against the seam of their leggings, the friction not nearly enough to get them off but just enough to tease them, which was probably exactly what Astarion wanted.
"My perfect little treat," Astarion said, sitting back on his knees to look at Tav spread out underneath him. "May I drink your blood tonight?"
Tav nodded at him and followed his eyes down their body. One of their legs was folded up to their chest, the other splayed to the side to give him more access to their cunt, when and if the mood struck him. Their arms were crossed above their head, fingers barely brushing the button that caused the collar to vibrate. Tav couldn’t see their own face, but they could imagine that their eyeliner was smudged and beginning to run, their hair had worked its way out of its bun, and their lips already felt kiss-bitten and swollen.
"Aloud, please, pet," the vampire said, leaning back over them, but keeping himself suspended above them with his arms straight.
"Yes, you can feed on me if you want," Tav said, looking into Astarions deep, red eyes. The dark burgundy of his irises looked like the sunset over the sea that forecasted a smooth journey. He blinked and lowered his lashes, breaking eye contact with the tiefling beneath him. Instead, his gaze drifted to their neck, directly below the collar.
"This is going to get in the way, sweetling," he murmured, pressing his lips to the hollow of Tav’s throat directly under the pendant. "I can think of several other places where this would be more useful."
He sat back again and offered his hands to Tav, who took them readily. Astarion pulled Tav up to a sitting position, kissing them on the nose. Tav couldn’t help themselves but giggle. A look flashed across Astarion’s face for but a moment before it was replaced by his customary smirk. Tenderness? They mulled this over while Astarion unfastened the collar from their neck and pushed gently at their shoulder to have them lay down again.
"Push the button," Astarion commanded. Tav raised their hands back over their head and pressed one into the button on the wall. They could hear the collar start to vibrate from where it was in Astarion’s hand. His smirk deepened and he leaned close to them, pressing a gentle kiss to their throat and whispering, "Close your eyes, darling."
"Mmm, as you wish," Tav responded, their lashes fluttering closed. They felt Astarion start to kiss down their chest, pulling open the closures of their shirt as he went. They released the button for a moment when Astarion pulled their shirt over their head, but quickly returned their hand to the ivory disc.
Astarion returned his mouth to their chest, kissing a line lower and lower until he reached the space between their pecs. Here, he diverted, planting gentle kisses along the old, silver scars that accented their torso. Tav’s heart always swelled when he did this, no matter how much they tried to stop it. This was just a casual dalliance for both of them. Astarion clearly didn’t have feelings for them, so they needed to keep their feelings for him in check.
Just because he kisses your scars doesn’t mean he loves you, Tav thought to themselves, all the while arching into Astarion’s touch.
After he was finished with the scar on the other side, his presence vanished. Tav made a distressed noise, but didn’t open their eyes. They were about to question what he was planning when a stab of cold from their neck shot through their body to meet a shock of pleasure from their cock in Tav’s belly. They cried out, arching into Astarion’s fangs and grinding into what felt like the heel of his hand. Whatever he was doing, his skillful fingers weren’t dancing over them, the pressure was much more uniform.
"Ah-Astarion!" They cried out, arms flying out to grab onto him, inadvertently releasing the button. The sensation on their cock stopped. Now it just felt like pressure. "Wh-"
Tav felt the coldness of Astarion’s bite leave their neck and they opened their eyes to see him smirking down at them, dangling the dog collar from one finger.
"Much more useful, wouldn’t you say?" Astarion said, his eyes and grin conveying his hunger. Tav nodded dumbly, raising their hands back above their head and slamming down on the button. Astarion laughed and dipped his head back down to go back to his meal, digging the heel of his hand - and the collar - back into Tav’s still clothed crotch.
Moaning, Tav did all that they could to not take their hand off of the button, their body bucking and writhing against the onslaught of pleasure from the vibrating collar in Astarion’s hand. Shocks of sensation raced up their spine quicker and quicker until they couldn’t help themselves anymore. They came, moaning and grinding their cock into the vibrations.
After one of the most mind blowing orgasms of their life, Tav laid back and went limp, whimpering at the continuing onslaught of sensation from the collar and their partner’s hand. He broke away from their neck, licking over the wound to seal it, but keeping his hand held firmly down to the apex of their thighs.
"What if I left this here," he whispered. "What if I didn’t let you have your reprieve, if I slipped my fingers inside your trousers and stroked you just enough to leave you wanting before leaving this lovely thing in my place? You couldn’t escape. What if you had to walk around camp with this, if you had to act normal around all of our traveling companions?"
"Please," Tav begged. They didn’t take their hand off the button, but they were trying to squirm away from Astarion’s hand unsuccessfully. "Please, it’s too much, it hurts."
The look of smugness on Astarion’s face was replaced by one of concern. He immediately dropped the collar away from Tav’s body and leaned over to pull their hand away from the button. Tav sat up, feeling tears from the minor overstimulation roll down their cheeks.
"I want to try, but later," They said, reaching out to stroke Astarion’s face. His eyes flicked to Tav’s hand like he was going to flinch away, but instead he leaned into their touch. "Now, I think it’s your turn, lover."
They snatched the collar up off the ground and pounced on their prey, kissing down his throat to his exposed chest. One of his hands wound into their hair, the other reaching down to pull the hem of his shirt out of his trousers. Tav pulled away to help, tugging Astarion’s shirt up and over his head unceremoniously.
"Careful of the curls!" he admonished playfully. They reached up to try to tousle his hair, but he twisted, causing Tav to end up in his lap again, his cock straining against his trousers and pressing into their belly.
"Let’s take care of that, shall we?" Tav said. Now it was their turn to look over their lover with hunger. They gestured at Astarion’s trousers and said, "Off, please!"
"Oh, demanding tonight, are we?" Astarion quipped, but he still reached down to undo the laces of his trousers. Making quick work of the leather thong that held them shut, Astarion shoved the offending article of clothing down to his knees and kicked them off. "I’m all yours, pet."
"And I’m yours, too," Tav said, an unexpected amount of tenderness creeping into their voice. They pushed the thoughts of love and forever out of their head for the moment, this was time for fun, not time for feelings. They stood briefly, looking down to admire all of Astarion’s pale skin laid out before them like a veritable feast.
Tav made quick work of their own leggings, kicking them off into the growing pile of clothing in the corner of the room. They closed their eyes, reaching down and running a finger over the still exposed head of their cock, jerking from the sensation. The feeling was almost painful, but still sweet. An avenue to be explored another time.
Falling back to their knees, Tav grabbed one of their boots and wedged it between the floor and the button, keeping the button depressed and the collar vibrating. They grabbed the worn strap of leather in one hand, crawling over to Astarion.
"I think I know what you’re going to do with that, and I must say, I’m looking forward to it," Astarion said, his lusty stair still wreaking havoc on Tav’s body. They could already feel the heat of arousal returning to their belly, the dampness between their legs growing wetter still.
Grinning evilly, Tav bent and deftly wrapped the collar around the base of Astarion’s cock. He jumped at the contact and arched into it, moaning slightly. Tav threaded the strap through the buckle, but didn’t latch it, instead holding it closed past where the holes had been punched. Then, they bent and gingerly took the head of Astarion’s dick into their mouth.
The feeling of the vibrations through Astarion’s cock was an interesting one, Tav decided. They relaxed their throat and began to bob up and down, sucking lightly and swirling their tongue, which they knew the vampire liked. As if on cue, he bucked into them, one hand flying back to fist in their hair, the other digging into the rug beneath them for dear life. He whimpered as Tav paused to pay special attention to his head, their forked tongue teasing his slit while their hand worked his shaft.
A particularly fervent suck on Tav’s part earned them a strangled cry from Astarion as he spilled into their mouth. They worked him through his orgasm, his thighs shaking with the effort of not thrusting into their face, not that Tav would have minded. Another thing to discuss later. They pulled back and grabbed their boot from against the wall, dislodging it from the button and releasing Astarion from the unrelenting onslaught of the collar.
Astarion sat up and sighed contentedly, unthreading the collar from around his softening cock. He looked at them through hooded eyes and said, "put that boot back and lay down. You’ve had some time to recover, now I want to make you scream."
Tav obeyed readily, re-wedging the boot against the button and watching as Astarion threaded the collar through his deft fingers. Holding the collar in his left hand, Astarion reached out to run a single finger up Tav’s slit, pausing on the very tip of their cock. They squirmed as Astarion’s index finger slowly circled the swollen skin that had only recently started to peak out from between their lips when they were aroused.
"I love that this gets bigger every time we play, darling," he crooned, his finger still making lazy circles. "More of you to devour."
The tiefling swallowed and tensed their muscles, trying to prevent their hips from searching for more sensation on their own. Astarion took his finger away, causing a sad moan from Tav. He grinned and twisted, laying down between their legs, his mouth hovering just above their cock.
"Ready?" He asked, looking up at them through his lacelike white lashes. They nodded. He placed the pendant of the collar high up near the base of their cock and pressed down with a thumb. Tav twisted and arched. The vibration shot through them, pulling strangled moans from their throat. But it wasn’t enough. The vibration didn’t reach down to the head of their cock, the craving for stimulation becoming overwhelming.
"Astarion!" They cried out, taloned hands digging into the carpet.
"What do we say when we want something?" He asked innocently. Normally Tav would have fought him on this. They would have argued, or pouted, or any number of things until either he relented or they got bored. Now was not the time to fight the urge to beg. The cries tumbled from their mouth as easily as water over a falls, "Please, Astarion, Please! Suck my cock!"
"All too happy to oblige, my dear," Astarion said. He ran his tongue over the head once before taking Tav into his mouth and sucking hard. As much as Tav wanted this feeling to last, wanted the intense pleasure they were feeling to last all night and then some, they were sensitive from having come once already that night. Not to mention Astarion’s earlier teasing.
Tav came with a shriek, their vision going white and their body jerking as Astarion continued to suck their cock like he needed it to live. When they felt their orgasm ebb, they released the rug to push Astarion’s head away. Before their hand connected with Astarion’s head, a third orgasm took them by surprise when Astarion flicked his tongue in just the right way.
"Astarion!" they cried out, the throes of pleasure racking their body and causing them to convulse. "Astarion! More! Gods, Astarion don’t, ah, don’t stop!"
When Astarion eventually pulled away, casting the collar aside and pulling Tav into his arms, they hummed happily. He kissed their cheek before helping them stand. Tav couldn’t remember the last time they’d had sex so good that their legs threatened not to work afterwards.