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It always started with a look. Astarion knew just how to cut his eyes, so red through his lace-like lashes, and beckon him without a word. The words helped too, of course. Hells, Astarion could have read him a textbook and had him hard. But it was the eyes that made his heart stutter in his chest, whether flicking over the campfire among wandering sparks or burning into his own still slick with blood across a battlefield. His paladin vows felt flimsy compared to the pure need of those looks. For all his insecurities and deflecting humor, Astarion seemed to have no idea how easily he held sway over Reylorn, High Elf Noble, Paladin of Vengeance, and Slayer of Ketheric Thorm. The man that stood when so many knelt, made putty under the bloody gaze of Astarion.
It was in camp this time where they shared wine and plundered meals, the party sat around the fire chatting and laughing while Reylorn sipped at some subpar vintage, lost in reflection and half-formed prayers of all they’d faced and all that still waited for them. He felt the look before he confirmed it, let it roll over him like a chill or the sensation of something watching, unseen from the dark. He lifted his own eyes slowly to meet Astarion’s, who did not smile when he was caught looking and instead met his gaze with unfettered hunger. Reylorn tried to fight the blush that crept up his neck and over his cheeks and ears but it settled in easily with the wine already in his system.
He wanted to squirm under those eyes, who now curved ever so slightly, enjoying his discomfort, welcoming it. Instead he finished the bottle and set it aside with careful movements despite the shake in his hands. Astarion got up first, saying nothing and sauntering into the dark with only the flash of a brief backward glance as an invitation. Reylorn said his goodnites, trying to seem casual, trying not to show how badly he wanted to drop everything and run after his lover into the dark.
No one questioned him setting off into night, though he didn’t know if it was because they knew exactly where he was off to or if they simply assumed he had a good reason for wandering into the woods unarmed. He had an idea of where he was being lead: stony ruins tucked into an overgrown clearing that Astarion had remarked on casually. This was the kind of place Astarion liked when a bed wasn’t an option. Reylorn would have fucked Astarion anywhere he asked, had in fact often found himself desiring to haul Astarion onto the floor their allies be damned. But being a Paladin meant having a modicum of self-control so he resisted the urge, even when he felt Astarion smirking at him like his every thought was shouted.
“Astarion?” He ducked through a stone archway and out into bright moonlight, momentarily blinded, before realizing Astarion was reclined on a spare bedroll waiting for him. Reylorn appraised him hungrily for a moment before kicking his boots off and joining him. Astarion purred out a “hmm” of approval and kissed him, softly at first, then with breath-stealing ferocity. Reylorn couldn’t suppress a gasp of pleasure which only afforded more of his mouth to his lover. Reylorn was not the biggest in their group by far, certainly not beside Halsin or Karlach, but his broad shoulders and well-developed muscle made Astarion look slight in comparison, Reylorn’s golden armor only furthering the comparison. And perhaps that lead to the assumption that Reylorn, along with his commanding presence and inspiring leadership, would be the one domineering their lovemaking as well. But now in their camp clothes, with Astarion straddling him, Reylorn was reminded that the vampire was tall and far better built than his beautiful face let on. The point was further driven home by the way Astarion was manhandling him into the exact position he pleased.
Reylorn, now leaned back on his elbows and trying desperately to hold his own against the sweet, coppery tongue practically fucking his mouth, barely even noticed Astarion’s long fingers pushing under his shirt. The fabric slid up, revealing a battle-hardened body, tanned and golden save for where white or red scars interrupted. Reylorn shuddered when the night air finally drew his attention to his pectorals, developed by swinging two-handed weapons over his head and into any number of surfaces. His nipples hardened at the draft. Astarion seemed to think that was an invitation and tweaked one of them hard, drawing an undignified cry from Reylorn. “I do love the noises you make.” Astarion spoke the words against his other nipple and then sucked it and the surrounding flesh into his mouth. Reylorn gasped and arched his back reflexively, head tipping back so his ponytail pooled on the makeshift bedding. Astarion sucked at his chest hungrily, fingers still working the other nipple, tugging and stretching it to its limit, each motion drawing a whine their other companions would have assumed their commanding paladin incapable of making.
“Fuck, Astarion.” He moved to try to sit up, trying to scrape a little control from his lover but Astarion pressed down hard where he sat across Reylorn’s hips, keeping him pinned back on his elbows. Astarion’s eyes, too, staked him in place, the red of them commanding stay. Reylorn shivered and obeyed, cock painfully hard where it was trapped against Astarion’s thigh. His nipples were throbbing under Astarion’s attentions but the pain was making him sloppy and pliant, ashy hair escaping its confinement to stick to his neck and shoulders. Astarion finally popped his mouth free of Reylorn’s swollen nipple with one more lick with the whole length of his tongue. “These tits of yours are delectable, my love.” The compliment shocked Reylorn to the point where he said nothing, cheeks reddening in surprised arousal. “In fact,” Astarion leaned back down and caught the abused nipple between his lips again, tugging it further than Reylorn would have thought possible and drawing yet another cry from him. “I think I’ll feed from here tonight, with your permission of course.” Reylorn tried to even out his panting breaths to no avail before answering. “Whatever you want.” The look Astarion gave him was wicked, equal parts lust and predatory hunger. “Oh darling don’t tell me that. I’ll eat you alive.” He pushed against Reylorn’s chest until he was laying flat before guiding his arms above his head. Astarion then took both of Reylorn’s wrists in a single hand, pinning them up.
This was, of course, a willing submission on Reylorn’s part but that made the whole of the act that much more sultry. Reylorn could only lie back and watch as Astarion returned his mouth to his chest and sunk his fangs into the flesh on either side of his nipple. His body bucked up against Astarion as the icy pain of his skin breaking gave way to the delicious lulling heat of Astarion’s warming mouth. Astarion’s free hand reached up and jerked the leather tie holding Reylorn’s hair away, and watched as the stern, statuesque face of his beloved shattered into a mess of tear-pricked eyes and parted, panting lips. Astarion pulled away only when Reylorn managed to groan out a rather pitiful “Please.”
Reylorn shivered as Astarion licked the trickles of blood away that remained and then just gazed at him, face tender and hungry. “I think this is a wonderful chance to repay all those times you bent me over and drove me mad, don’t you think?” Astarion’s voice was a purr of sadism that Reylorn could not resist. “I meant what I said,” He whispered. “Whatever you want.” Astarion drank down the shaking in Reylorn’s voice as eagerly as he had his blood. “I am going to ruin you.” Reylorn felt fear wash over him with Astarion’s statement but he was far too aroused, his cock too hard, and now his hole twitching in eager anticipation.
Astarion released Reylorn’s wrists to lightly caress his strong arms, squeezing down on the hard biceps as though he were reminding Reylorn that he was strong enough to stop this anytime he wanted. Astarion undressed them both with little fanfare, eager to get to the main event. Reylorn could only watch while Astarion fetched a vial of sweet scented oil and slicked the contents first over his cock and then over his fingers. Reylorn shuddered as those fingers pressed into him, first shallowly and then deeper spreading and pressing his walls open beckoning motions. “You’re so beautiful like this,” Astarion had leaned in to whisper this against Reylorn’s ear, his breath caressing the sensitive point and causing Reylorn’s ass to clamp down on Astarion’s fingers. Astarion chuckled at the sensation. “You like me having my way with you, don’t you?” Reylorn could only nod, hanging on Astarion’s every word like gospel. “My infallible Paladin. My paragon of righteousness, reduced to a bitch by a lowly vampire spawn. Delectable.” Astarion used his free hand to guide Reylorn’s strong thighs apart before pushing one of his knees up to his shoulder. Reylorn shivered as he was exposed, made vulnerable in a way he’d only know when kneeling before Lathander in prayer. Astarion’s fingers pushed in up to the knuckle with the extra room the repositioning afforded and grinned in delight when his calloused fingers finally scraped against Reylorn’s prostate.
For a moment, Reylorn thought heat lightning had streaked across the sky above him but he was brought to realization by his own cry of Astarion’s name. Astarion leaned down, filling Reylorn’s vision and kissed him, tender but tinged with possessiveness and perhaps a bit of trepidation. “If this is too much…” Reylorn shut his eyes for a moment, struggling to align his thoughts while his lover’s fingers were still so deep inside him. He brushed his nose against Astarion’s and pressed their foreheads together. “It isn"t, I promise.” He swallowed, eyes half lidded with lust. “Please don’t stop.” Astarion bit down on a hiss at the lusty pleading, spurned on by Reylorn’s encouragement. “What a slut I’ve made of you.” Reylorn nodded, frantic, and pulled both knees up to his shoulders, exposing himself completely in the undignified pose. “Please.”
Astarion slid his fingers free and draped himself over Reylorn, his own hands replacing the grip on Reylorn’s knees to keep them in place. Reylorn reached above to grip the top of the bedroll, muscles bunched in anticipation. “Tell me you want my cock.” Astarion’s tone had lost its usual teasing tone and gained one of authority. Reylorn’s pride gave way despite his refusal to take orders in any other context. For Astarion he would walk through flame. Reylorn licked his lips and prepared to force the words out. Instead they tumbled eagerly from his lips in a voice that sounded foreign to his own ears. “I want your cock. I need you inside me, please.” Astarion shivered in delight. “Who am I to deny such an earnest request?” He pressed forward, the head of his cock pressing teasingly against him for a moment before penetrating him in a slow, smooth thrust. Reylorn threw his head back, biting down on a moan while his body writhed at the unfamiliar sensation. Astarion nuzzled against him while they both waited, giving Reylorn a moment to adjust and for his ragged breaths to even. When Reylorn managed to nod his consent Astarion began to carefully move his hips, pushing in and out of Reylorn’s hole until he relaxed enough for Astarion to pick up the pace. Each thrust brought a wave of pleasure from all over his body. Astarion’s cock, of course, was fucking him open and dragging against his prostate, making his belly ache in some deep longing he’d never felt. The movement also pinned Reylorn’s heavy cock between his and Astarion’s stomachs, trapping it in delicious friction. And then, of course, Astarion was kissing him and the sweet coppery taste of him was making his head swim.
Astarion was thrusting into him faster now, unable to help moaning into the increasingly sloppy kisses. He pulled his face away, pressing harder onto the back of Reylorn’s knees so that his calves rested on Astarion’s shoulders. The added pressure opened Reylorn up even further, letting Astarion’s cock reach so deeply inside of him that Reylorn was sure his insides were melting in the pleasant warmth. “This hole is all mine.” Astarion crooned, the words punctuated by uncontrolled lust. Reylorn could only nod in agreement, face stained silver with tears of pleasure. Astarion bit down on his lip to clear his head, the sight of his lover in such a state stirring some black, animal hunger in him that frightened and enticed him in turn. “Who would have thought our warrior looked so good being bred? Do you want me to fill you up, Reylorn?” Reylorn was far past being capable of a coherent answer but the filthy question drew a desperate keen from his throat. Astarion tried to brand the image into his mind as he fucked into Reylorn harder. Reylorn tensed suddenly, vision erupting in stars as he came with a guttural scream, his walls clamping down like a vice while his cum spilled over their stomachs. Astarion hissed as the searing, incomprehensible pleasure closed around his cock. He sank as deeply as he could into Reylorn’s previously virginal insides and came aloud with Reylorn’s name chanted like a prayer.
Astarion managed to carefully untangle himself from his lover, leaving Reylorn’s hole red and leaking as he pulled out before collapsing beside him. Reylorn let out a soft sob as he unfolded himself, the movement redoubling the throbbing of his internal orgasm. Astarion, used to being the one needing to be held after sex, hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around his lover’s shaking shoulders. Reylorn buried his face in Astarion’s chest, fingers digging into the patterned scars on Astarion’s back. Astarion felt a moment of panic that was quickly soothed by Reylorn’s grip slackening into gentle caresses. Astarion wracked his brain for some of the soothing words Reylorn often lavished him with during and after sex. He leaned into Reylorn’s hair while holding him closer. “You take cock so well, darling.” Maybe that wasn’t exactly the right thing to say but Reylorn just chuckled and nodded. Astarion reached for more words. “In all seriousness though you did very, very well. And my goodness are you beautiful underneath me.” Reylorn was fighting sleep but managed to reply sluggishly. “Thank you. I love you.” He hesitated to use that word most of the time lest he scare off his skittish lover but tonight Astarion found it rather touching. “Oh Reylorn, I adore you.” Neither of them really needed to sleep, of course, but they passed the night’s meditation in each other’s arms, utterly content.