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you’re both panting.
the obscene sound of astarion’s hips smacking into yours fills the otherwise still area you led him to. he’s hovering above you, propped up on his hands as he watches you try to hold yourself together while he glides in and out of you effortlessly thanks to how slick you are. he takes in your flushed cheeks, parted lips quietly gasping for air, half lidded eyes, and decides again that he will never tire of the honour of laying his eyes upon you (it took him five minutes after meeting you to first decide this).
blushing, you wrap a hand around the back of his neck to force his face down to yours. his lips melt against yours hungrily as your tongue teasingly dances around his fangs, making him growl softly deep within his chest. it’s been hours since you first came down here with him, and even longer since this dance between you started today. you love riling him up during the day, love watching his eyes drown out all of his surroundings just to focus on you as you tease him when he can’t have you. your companions all pretend to not notice this game you both like to play; not for your own benefit but for their sanities. as long as the vampire is not drinking everyone dry, they are happy to let you two lose yourselves in each other.
you’ve already cum twice on his tongue earlier. he loves to eat you, in every way possible. his hunger for you is insatiable, holding your hips down with his hands as your thighs threaten to crush his skull. now as he fucks you with his cock, your grip on his back tightens as you feel your orgasm finally approaching again, fingers digging into his scarred skin and re-marking it (he will relish the feeling of your fingers trying to break him apart as he breaks you apart for days to come). you can feel the tension building, your lower abdomen starting to tingle. it's delicous, you can't decide if you want to cum all over his cock now or keep this going until you begin to sob from how good it feels.
“astarion… fuck,” your breath catches as he drops to his elbows to cage you in and reduce the space between your bodies. the heat of your body radiates onto him pleasantly as your chest slides against his, slick with sweat.
he knows you’re close. in the beginning, you always felt the need to announce your impending orgasm to him; a habit difficult to break whenever sleeping with male companions, seeing as some were utterly useless at maintaining the pace and knowing what you needed. but astarion is different. perhaps it’s the two hundred years of (involuntary) practice, perhaps it’s heightened senses. probably a bit of both. he can hear your heartbeat going impossibly fast, can practically feel your entire lower body tensing, trying to bury him in your further. silently, he grins delightedly; you don’t have to say much else anymore.
giving in, your hand snakes between your bodies to find your clit, rubbing gently. he groans in response, cursing out your name. although he can’t watch you from this position, the thought of you playing with yourself to chase your orgasm while he’s desperately sliding in and out of you drives him crazy. he’s been meaning to ask when you’ll next sit pretty for him and let him watch as you bring yourself over the egde over and over again, but for now, the feel of your hand on yourself between your bodies is enough to make him feel like he’s drunk on your blood. he loves it when you touch yourself as he fucks you, he't not insecure to take it personally. he rather enjoys the fact that you get to enjoy the pleasure of your own hand while he's deep inside of you. there's something so erotic about it to him.
“you’ve been so good for me darling, take what you want from me,” he purrs into your ear.
bastard, you think, as he continues to bottom out in you, his cock filling you up so deliciously. your head feels drunk on him as you inhale his sex crazed scent, burying your nose between his shoulder and neck. it drives you mad.
he pulls his head back, gleefully watching as you come undone for him, on him. the look of pure ecstasy on your face, your legs gripped around his waist like a vice, hands ripping into his back, he loves it more than anything. at first it was like any other lover, mentally tallying another orgasm achieved, nothing more than a number. now, he adores the idea of making you feel good, knowing he brings you not just the physical pleasure, but the mental satisfaction and love that comes after.
your eyes are screwed shut, white spots dancing across them from how intense he makes you feel. mouth hanging open in a cry, your hand starts to get sloppy as you ride out your orgasm. your entire core is tightened as you feel his cock hit every sweet spot in you, gasping for breath against his chest. although he’s quite literally inside you, it’s not enough, you want to be closer with him.
“astarion,” you draw out in a whine, your voice broken in only a way he could achieve. “cum inside me, please!” you sound pathetic as you plead.
as expected, he shivers and makes a noise you’ll think about until you next bed him. his shoulders start to shake from the restraint he’s been excerising to avoid himself cumming before you do (he is a gentleman afterall). he meets your eyes as you open them, drunk red gaze piercing into your glazed over eyes. the scent of your orgasm fills his nose, it almost drives him as insane as the smell of your blood does. he has long admitted defeat in resisting you.
“gods! fuck, you’re fucking perfect!” he picks up the pace for himself now, hips driving into yours like this is the last thing he’ll ever do. through your orgasm haze, you smile lazily, basking in his complement and the knowledge that you make him feel the same way he makes you feel. you can feel him starting to break apart on top of you.
with a final thrust, you feel his body stutter as he cums inside of you. his hands crush the fabric of the bedroll and he drops his head back down to his favourite spot of yours to smell, just where your jaw meets your neck, moaning obscenely as he pumps into you and inhales your intoxicating scent. he can practically hear the blood pumping in your veins right next to his face. it would be all too easy to sink his fangs into you; he knows you wouldn’t mind, but he already drank from you this morning and he doesn’t want to have to face shadowheart’s disapproving face as she forces a vial against your lips to bring some sense back into you.
his hips are flush against yours, pressing into you so hard it hurts so pleasantly. he’s grinding against you, hips not leaving your own as he tries to get himself as deep as he can. your walls are still clenched around him from your own orgasm, enticing him in as much as possible. you can hear him panting harshly against your neck and letting out small whines in between gasps of air, fangs grazing your skin delicately as he completely loses himself within you, hips still rocking against you without rhythm.
astarion groans as he presses his mouth against your cheek, breathing you in deep and feeling your flushed, warm skin against his lips. now that you’re both equally satisfied and tired out, you can enjoy the aftermath for the next hour or so until duty calls. he’s never had a lover like you, someone he actually cares for and wants to be close to, so this is still new to him. but he’s learning so much about himself recently. never before had he liked sticking around much, but he can’t get enough of you post sex. the way you smell and look after he’s made you cum as much as you want is divine.
you realise that absentmindedly you have been stroking his back with your fingertips, something he’s come to enjoy as of late (you will groan and roll your eyes when he inevitably asks you to do it later when you are alone with him in your tent when evening falls, but you secretly enjoy how much pleasure he takes in such a simple method of touch). you bring your hands up to his face to cradle it, pressing your lips to his sweetly as your thumbs gently stroke his face. he hums in response, moving his lips against yours slowly as he shifts his weight onto one of his arms to let the other run up and down your body, caressing you gently.
“i love you,” you tell him, completely sure in this. your heart belongs with his.
he pulls back to meet your eyes, lips beginning to quip up in what’s sure to be an insufferable comment about what you’ve just said (he wants to scream the words back at you, and to the world for the rest of his life). but just before he opens his mouth, he falters, the retort dying on his lips. he’s trying for you, something he never thought he’d do for anyone. his gaze softens, face relaxing as he reminds himself he is safe to be open with you, to trust you.
“i love you too,” he murmurs, not averting his gaze. it feels nearly impossible to do, but he needs you to know that in all of this fucked up nonsense going on, you are what grounds him. rather than spend his newfound freedom living his life selfishly and recklessly (although he’d be well within his rights to do so), he craves an existence with nothing but you by his side.
pinching his cheeks, you give him a small laugh.
“aw, you’ve come so far since you first ran off after hearing me say that,” you tease.
he scoffs, rolling his eyes, but is ultimately unable to fight off the small smile that graces his lips at the memory. he finally rolls off of you, joining you on the bedroll by your side. he slips an arm under your neck, pulling you onto his chest.
“careful darling, we’re not free of this mess yet. you wouldn’t want me to truly flee seeing as you are all so helpless without me,” he threatens emptily. he knows he would rather drive a stake through his chest than ever do that to you now.
all you do is laugh, tracing your hand down his front, legs entangled with his. soon, you will both have to return to your companions, who have long since given up on discouraging you both from disappearing for periods of time (it’s better when they can’t hear you, or so they claim).
but for now, you both bask in each other’s presence, content to enjoy the peace of your surroundings and the feeling of your bodies pressed so close together. you smile against his chest as he inhales the sweet scent of your hair.