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Another night at the camp. You have forgotten how many nights it has been so far but it can’t be that many, can it? Several weeks? Couple months? How long does this journey is going to take? And now you’re in Shadow Cursed lands where everything is dark and lifeless except for enemies which are, if you are willing to paraphrase Karlach, popping out of the ground like shitheads. The tadpoles, the Absolute, the fear of turning into mind flayers… Even those bravest of you are bound to feel down and unsure of everything. It’s like it never ends: healers didn’t help, now you and your merry band of vagabonds have to take on Moonrise Towers. You haven’t even heard of Ketheric Thorm before all of this and now you have to figure out how to kill him because according to Jaheira he’s immortal? And then there’s the horrors of what Shadow Curse has done to this land. Well, at least Shadowheart seems happy by thinking her Mistress is protecting her. Good for her, but what about the rest of you, who’s protecting you?

On top of that, with all the worries clouding your mind you also are dealing with your own personal demons rearing their heads within your soul. The insecurities, the doubts, the seemingly unrequited love tearing at your heart like a gremishka. Just to get some time for yourself in a camp where everyone hears everything and sees everything you set your tent further off. Some teased you about you needing ‘privacy’ while giving you pointed looks and smiles, some others couldn’t care less and then a small group of two people seemed slightly worried about your desire to separate yourself from everyone but in the end they said nothing, trusting their de facto leader – you.

And this is how you are now, sitting on your bedroll, head in your hands, your mind reeling from everything. Insecurities and doubts assaulting your thoughts like lashes from a whip. Another and another and another. You need to get some water. Or wine if there’s any.

With your body heavy, as if it’s physically being weighed down by your burdens, you get out of the tent and walk to the supply packs neatly resting against a tree not too far from the campfire. Your mind is so busy, overworking itself almost, that you don’t even notice or care to notice if anyone is awake. While you rummage through the pack that you usually carry, you find no wine but you find a bottle of water and that will be enough, has to be, you need to get some rest instead of waking up with a nasty hangover next morning and wine always gives you a headache. Yes, this is for the best. You pause, looking at the bottle, your mind far far away, but eventually you snap back and get to your feet, walking back to your secluded tent. Or, well, secluded as much as it can be without you putting yourself in danger by being away from rest of the group.

This little trip to your pack does not go unnoticed though. Astarion is awake with his own burdens gnawing at him – the hunger. There’s nothing in this blighted region for him to feed on, to satiate the bloodlust that is ever hungry for more and more and more. So when he sees you, awake and about, his whole body tenses in alert. You fed him before, wouldn’t you do it again if he asked? Should he even ask? Your generosity has been making him stronger and faster but he can’t just stroll up and ask for you to bare your neck for him, you need your strength too.

Astarion’s mind is working, trying to keep the hunger at bay while he watches you rummage through the supply bag and he almost speaks up until he notices a far-away look in your eyes. His eyebrows knit. No, he can’t ask you to feed him like he’s a starving animal when you are obviously dealing with something. But maybe, maybe if he helped you feel better, he could still- no, he won’t try to make you feel better just to ask you for your blood. He’s better than this, stronger than his hunger - Astarion tells that to himself while he watches you pick up the bottle of water and wander off back to your tent.

But the hunger is ever urging and he gets to his feet, slowly following you. When he reaches your tent and sees that you went inside, closing the tent flap, Astarion lingers for a moment, his weight shifting from one foot to another and then back again. He does worry about what’s bothering you but his jaw moves at the thought of your blood once more coating his throat, filling the endless maw in his stomach. 

Something has to be done.

So he steps closer to the tent, pauses for another long moment, then lets out a small sigh.

“Knock, knock?” he begins softly, he surely doesn’t need anyone else aware that he’s slinking to your tent. People might get wrong ideas of why and he doesn’t know which would be worse: them thinking he’s begging for blood or him trying to seduce you again.

At the sound of his voice just outside your tent you flinch as if splashed with cold water. You just sat down and drank some water, thinking you probably need to get back to sleep when you hear no other than Astarion.

“Yes, I’m awake, come in.” you curl your feet under you on the bedroll to give him enough space, the tent is not the biggest but two people can fit if they sit down.

Astarion pushes the tent flap aside and peaks inside, his expression almost apologetic.

“I’m sure I didn’t wake you because I saw you walking about.” he says, his voice silent, almost bordering on a whisper and you sigh. He’s not here to talk about your mood, is he?

“Well, seems you haven’t gotten blind since dinner time.” you smile, watching him slip into the tent and you gesture for him to sit on the bedroll next to you. He does so with a grace of a cat, his motions fluid and you almost feel jealous how easy it is for Astarion to always look perfect.

“Hah, no, I have not.” Astarion looks at you after he sits and you notice his studying eyes, a raised eyebrow. “Are you alright, my dear?”

“Not beating around the bush, I see?” you frown ever so slightly because while you do appreciate the concern you don’t want yet another conversation trying to convince someone that you’re okay. Yes, you’re not okay but it won’t help anyone if you start unloading your worries, everyone else have their plates full already.

“No reason to.” Astarion pauses and tilts his head slightly to the right. “I’m not going to force you to tell if you don’t want to, but you can share with me whatever is on your mind. We’re in this together, you know.”

Words so simple yet they tear at your heart instead of making you feel better. Yes, you two are in this together, together with everyone else in this camp, but you wish there was more than just shared burden of tadpoles and evil cults, you wish there was more between you and him. But you would never tell him, he’d probably say something like ‘Ew, I thought bulettes only mated among themselves’. Funny, but not when you’re on a receiving end. You sigh, knowing you have to respond somehow.

“I know, but it seems to me that you’re the one burdened tonight. Why you’re not in your meditative sleep?” you raise an eyebrow at him, best defense is to attack and that’s what you choose to do.

You see Astarion’s attitude shift immediately, his eyes leave your face, downcast and showing a clear struggle you have seen before.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you.” you ask softly knowing that speaking about it always troubles him to a degree.

A pause, a heartbeat, yours, not his.

“Yes.” he admits but then looks back at you, his crimson eyes bores into yours with a flash of fervor. “But that’s not why I’m here!” he rushes to assure you. “I just saw you slinking about and thought I’ll ask how you feel.” the smile that pulls at his lips looks a tad strained, a tad embarrassed. “I’ll deal with my hunger, don’t you worry about that.”

“Mhm, I don’t believe you.” you mutter and roll up your sleeve, his hungry eyes following your every movement despite his effort to be nonchalant.

When you offer him your wrist he looks at it, his eyes trailing the veins visible just under your skin, the warmth of your blood is calling to him, but finally he closes his eyes with a sigh, resisting the call of blood. With his eyelids firmly shut he takes your wrist with his slender cold fingers, then lowers it. When he looks at you again you can see something akin to relief in his expression – he resisted.

“Darling, I appreciate but I’m really here to make sure you are alright.” Astarion’s voice is smooth, almost comforting but you see the struggle still, it’s just under the surface of his expression, it pains you to see him like this.

“Are you sure? I won’t mind, we need everyone strong, especially here.” your eyes betray your worry, you know they do and you want him to see that you care about him, even if what you two share is no more than your blood and a couple nights shared in the woods.

Astarion lets out a sound, something between a chuckle and a sigh, his thumb rubbing on the inner side of your wrist, it’s like he can’t stop himself even if he’s refusing your offer.

“I’m sure. Maybe later I’ll ask for a little nibble but right now I want to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” he smiles again and when you look into his eyes with more attention you see that he’s genuine.

That genuine look makes it hard for you, so you move your eyes from his face, glancing down at your wrist he’s holding.

“I would rather not talk about it, honestly.” your voice is quiet when you say that, showing vulnerability that you don’t have it in you to hide right now. “Talking about things always makes things somehow harder for me. Maybe I just don’t know how to open up anymore, but it hurts more than just keeping things to myself.” words pour out, why did you just say that? Why did you have to say it?

Silence falls, you can’t see how Astarion is reacting but he finally releases your wrist and you pull your arm back to yourself, lowering the sleeve.

“Well, if you don’t want to talk about it, maybe you still want company? It’s late, you can sleep, I will keep watch.” You hear a smile in his voice and when you look back up Astarion’s indeed is smiling. He still looks worried but he also looks compassionate. Maybe he relates to what you just said, maybe he just decided not to press the issue any further.

“Don’t you need to rest too?” you look at him with worry but also with confusion. You wonder if he can truly resist his hunger, what if he tries to bite you in the night again? Sure, he promised to never repeat that but you haven’t seen his hunger for blood claw at him before like this either.

“No, I don’t feel like resting just yet. I probably will leave once you’re asleep if that’s alright with you.” Astarion’s smile now fades, his face is calm but determined not to leave you alone right now. “Here.”

He moves from your bedroll so that you have it all to yourself and after a brief moment of looking around he finds your folded blanket that he places on the ground and sits on it. Even in this situation he cares about keeping his pants clean and that makes you smile a little. You hide your smile by moving to get into your bedroll, pretending to be very busy with that as you outstretch your legs and pat the cover. You feel Astarion’s eyes on you and you look back.

“It’s not going to be comfortable. You can just leave after I fall asleep and you make sure I’m not crying myself to sleep.” you joke.

“Please, I’ve been in more uncomfortable positions than this since I joined you.” he scoffs with a smirk and you smile wider.

“Fine, fine, but if your ass is sore don’t blame me.” you lie down, slipping deeper into the bedroll, it’s layered with fur inside and you feel yourself warming up at last.

“Darling, have you ever heard me complain?” he teases now and you laugh as you look up at him and somehow the view Astarion looking down on you with a soft smile does make you feel better. But maybe it’s not surprising at all, your heart aches for him and yearns for his company even if it’s just this.

“It will get better.” he suddenly says and your smile fades. “Whatever is bothering you – it will get better.” he elaborates after a pause and you sigh giving him a small smile, it’s a fake one but he seems content in thinking he managed to somewhat cheer you up.

“Goodnight.” you close your eyes.

“Goodnight, darling.” Astarion whispers and moves to blow out the candle that you kept burning since retiring to your tent for the night but hesitates and leaves it burning.

At first you feel awkward and even tense, being watched over while you try to fall asleep is not the most comfortable situation ever and you find it difficult to relax, but you hear Astarion shift and move ever so slightly, making himself comfortable in his sitting position. You hear a small gasp after he tries to lean against one of the tent poles and the tent bends slightly. But the pole holds and you don’t hear him anymore besides his slow and calm breathing. Sound of that alone becomes enough to make you relax, to make you drift off.

When your own breathing evens out, Astarion is left with his thoughts. He watches you sleep, your face so peaceful but the hunger still eats at him. Yes, he refused your offer to bite into your wrist and he’s proud of himself that he did, but now it’s getting worse. His thoughts take him to the night when he tried to sneak a bite and how you so gracefully have forgiven him and trusted him afterwards. He promised not to break that trust, not to sneak up on you ever again, but now his dedication is wilting. You’re so close, so warm, Astarion hears your heart pumping blood in your veins and his mouth salivates at the thought. He licks his lips like a starving beast then suddenly snaps out of it and sighs, hanging his head low, propping his forehead with his fingertips. He can’t do this, he can’t give in. But these godsforsaken Shadow Cursed lands are pushing him to his limit, nothing to feed on, not even animals survive this blight. How he’s supposed to fight and carry on, let others depend on him in battles to come when he’s getting so weak. And yet going around the camp and asking others to share their blood is not something he wants to do either. Not that Astarion thinks anyone else but you would be willing anyway.

His eyes rise again to your sleeping form and for a moment he presses fingertips to his eyelids, trying to keep the hunger at bay, trying not to move. He tried to do a nice thing for once, why is it so difficult. But the sounds of your soft breathing basically force his eyes open again and he leans closer, observing your face, then he looks at your neck. Astarion still remembers how it felt to sink his fangs there and he misses the feeling, the closeness of your warm body while he fed. He misses it because all the times afterwards you only offered him blood from your wrist and he doesn’t know if it was because you don’t want to be close to him or because it felt awkward the first time. He doesn’t dare guess but he wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to keep him at arm’s length – he would keep himself at arm’s length if roles were reversed.

But they are not. And he leans closer, now kneeling over you, his palms pressing on the ground next to your bedroll and it feels like every muscle in his body is shaking from strain to keep back the vampiric need to feed.

Astarion pauses, he struggles, he can’t let himself attack you in the middle of the night again but he’s barely holding on. His forehead is getting sweatier, his bottom lip trembles and he tries to look away from your neck, to stop himself, but he can’t. Not anymore.

As a trained predator he moves his upper body over your sleeping shape, careful not to touch you, not yet, his eyes ablaze with mad hunger now and Astarion licks his lips, one last time glancing at your face to make sure you’re asleep before he lowers his head, his nose nearly brushing against the skin of your neck and he closes his eyes and inhales slowly and deeply. Oh how much he loves your smell, even when he’s drinking from your wrist your smell alone is what makes him come back to you for blood instead of taking chances with others.

And at this point Astarion is past caring. His need to taste your blood is mind-numbing, overwhelming, all-consuming. His lips part, the tip of his tongue traces his upper lip and without opening his eyes again he leans in, first pressing his lips to your skin in a gentle kiss, then his jaw opens enough for him to sink his fangs into your flesh and he bites down.

Astarion doesn’t pause even for a moment, letting thick, hot blood trickle down his throat, he doesn’t pause even when he hears you gasp in your sleep at his bite. His fingers dig into the ground as if to anchor himself in place, just in case. He can’t pull back now, not now, he finally is tasting you again, his starved body and mind feel the explosion of satisfaction at the taste, at the warmth, and your closeness.

He drinks.

But you begin to wake. Something is not right, your brain is waking you. You start shaking off the sleep and frown slightly, something’s over you, something like a blanket or like a shadow and when you open your eyes, when the candlelight reveals Astarion’s body bent over you, his face against your neck, you gasp, realizing what’s happening. And for a moment you panic, for a moment your mind reels trying to recognize the danger but then it passes. You know that he knows that you’re awake and he’s still not pulling back.

“It was that bad, huh?” you whisper softly to him and untangle your hands from under the bedroll, embracing him softly now. One hand you move onto his back and with other you allow yourself a touch, a feeling, your fingers slip into his silver hair and caress gently.

You feel Astarion stiffen at your touch, you can’t see his eyes or his expression, but you are sure that he’s startled by your actions, you get the confirmation to that when you feel that he stopped drawing your blood. But after just a moment longer he relaxes, his upper body lowers onto you and his arms move closer as he resumes his feeding. You smile when you feel his fingers begin to stroke your hair too.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to hide your hunger from me.” you whisper, you’re trying to soothe him, you can’t imagine what kind of hunger he felt just before he broke his promise to you. And yet you can’t find it in yourself to be angry with him.

After some more minutes pass, after he fills his stomach with your blood to a degree that helps him think again, Astarion gently pulls back from your neck and you slightly blush when you feel his tongue trace your skin around the bite marks he just left in your skin, then his head finally raises and he looks into your eyes. He doesn’t look himself, not fully. The hunger is satiated for now, he looks like his struggle has went away but there’s a dazed look in his eyes, a look of a man who’s not thinking clearly, who’s feeling too good to think, a almost drunk look that you haven’t seen on him before, not this clearly.

“Are you alrigh-“

A kiss.

Your question ends up unfinished, ignored and utterly dismissed as Astarion closes already small gap between his lips and yours. Your eyes widen in surprise, but you see that he closed his and he pushes deeper into the kiss. He must be hearing how hard your heart is beating, can he not? He must know how you’re feeling in this moment, hells he probably can already guess how you are feeling about him already too.

So why stop him? Why not take the chance to be close to him again, you missed that so incredibly much.

Your fingers in his hair now cup the back of his head and you push back into the kiss. That is exactly what he waits for from you. Astarion’s tongue pokes at your lips and you part them with an increasing blush on your face. When your tongue meets his you can taste your own blood. It’s not the best thing you ever tasted but on his lips… well, you could get used to it.

Astarion is now completely lost to the sensation, to the need and it’s not a need for blood anymore, it’s a need for you. One that he kept to himself for long enough. No longer. He will not hide it anymore, he will not lie anymore, he will have you because he wants you, he wants something real and you’re the only person that feels truly and fully real to him.

His hand by your side now moves, peeling away the top of the bedroll from your body, all while he’s kissing you deeply. He feels your hand on his back slip lower, then under his shirt, your palm so hot against his cool skin and it only urges him on, making him move his body over yours fully, his knee expertly moving to push at your thigh to make room for him between your legs. And when he lowers himself again, he presses his hard erection in his pants against you, eliciting a small gasp against his lips.

At that the kiss breaks for a moment and you look at each other, you’re more out of breath than he is but you see his face clearly in the dim candlelight, you see lust and desire in his eyes and it’s unclear if it’s because he just fed or is it because he simply wants this. You want to ask him if this is what he wants but as if seeing worry on your face Astarion places a finger on your lips.

“Shh my dear, I know you want this. I want it too. Nod.” he whispers to you, his eyes heavy-lidded and his voice has that seductive drawl that makes your heart skip a beat.

You nod. How can you not to? How can you refuse your body aching for him, but most importantly: how can you refuse your heart yearning for him so painfully?

“Good.” Astarion smiles slightly, it’s an actual smile, not a smirk. Despite his voice dripping temptation his expression is genuine and colored with pure desire.

He moves his finger from your lips and gives you a short kiss before he pulls back, kneeling over you and tugs at his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it somewhere outside your field of view, then he pauses, his eyes on you for a moment that feels like an eternity.

“You want me… don’t you?” Astarion asks now with a small smirk tugging on his lips. Seeing you so enthralled in this moment gives him a confidence boost, his fingers find your knees and start sliding up your thighs, lifting the shirt you use to sleep in.

“Do you want me to say no?” you quip back with a smile of your own and he chuckles at that, Astarion’s fingers now reaching your hips.

“You may say no.” he leans over you with his one hand leaving your thigh to support his weight against the ground. His expression is smug, confident and he doesn’t look dazed anymore, he’s completely and fully present in this moment. “You are even encouraged to say no.” he adds with a whisper, his eyes on yours, expecting something, a reaction, and he gets it when you feel his fingers trace against your slit: your eyes widen and a breath hitches in your throat. “But your body is already giving you away.” another whisper, Astarion’s fingertips slip between your folds just enough to feel you wet for him already.

You feel slightly embarrassed, slightly ashamed, but that won’t stop you, not now. You move your arms to place your palms on his torso, grasping at his sides and you lift your chin slightly, now showing your confidence with a smirk of your own.

“You got hard for me first, I felt it.” you challenge with a whisper and Astarion chuckles, his fingertips moving along your slit, wetting it with your own juices more and more, which in turn makes you even wetter for him, your hips buck against his fingers on their own accord.

“I did but you’re the one so wonderfully eager here, darling.” he leans closer, right to your ear on the same side he bit you just earlier. “I want this. I want you.” Astarion whispers, his fingers still moving and you have a hard time not to moan.

“But others…” you whisper back, somehow you remember that while your tent is further from others – it’s still not even close being out of earshot if there’s any curious ears listening.

“We’ll be quiet. You can be quiet, can’t you?”

Fuck.

“Yes.”

You can practically feel his grin before he leans his head back to look into your eyes.

“Then let’s be quiet.” Astarion whispers and kisses you again, his lips hungry and passionate and you respond to it with eagerness only to gasp when his now slick fingers slide into you.

You moan softly against his lips and he kisses you even deeper, his tongue on yours, silencing you as much as possible while his two slender fingers fit themselves into you up to the knuckles. Astarion’s thumb traces along your folds and rubs at your clit slowly, almost lazily, making you grasp his sides harder. Your heart is beating out of your chest, the pleasure begins to build so quickly you’re almost convinced you’ve been on the edge ever since you two slept last time, it’s the only explanation.

When your legs begin to tremble Astarion’s thumb stops rubbing your swollen nub and his fingers now begin to move, slowly at first, like he’s feeling you out with care and attention, then slightly faster, and then faster once more, all while your mouth is occupied by his tongue. The world outside the tent disappears completely. Everything and everyone is gone except you and him, right now, in this moment.

But Astarion is not done, he pulls back from your lips and his fingers retreat from you, leaving an aching absence in their wake. You look at him, your cheeks flushed, your desire burning your body, your mind, erasing any restraint you had up until now and that wasn’t much to begin with.

“Please…” you whisper, your fingers pull at his waist, wanting more, wanting him, wanting more than just fingers.

Astarion smirks at that and watches your face for a moment longer, then pulls back from you, getting on his knees again.

“I like hearing that. Say that again.” his voice barely above a whisper, he too is still somewhat aware of other companions possibly hearing, but even if they do that won’t stop him, not right now and as he says that he lifts your sleep shirt higher, over your thighs, over your stomach, over your breasts. You let him, he already have seen you naked before and while before you were somewhat shy about it, now you’re craving to be under his lustful gaze.

“Please, Astarion.” you repeat and his eyes find yours again, for a moment he is voraciously looking your naked form up and down before you speak again.

“Again.” he says and there’s more demand in his voice now, your pleading making him greedy to hear you beg. His hands leave your body and he quickly begins to unlace his breeches. You watch his fingers with a hunger that you never experienced before.

“Please, I need you. So much.” you give in, you never stood a chance in the first place.

Another smirk paints Astarion’s face in that wonderfully fiendish expression and he pulls out his cock, stroking it couple times, watching how your eyes greedily follow his hand. He’d love to tease you more, to bring you to the edge of ecstasy only to deny you until you’re a writhing and sweaty mess but there’s no time, not tonight at least. Next time.

He bends over you again and with one hand pushes your legs even further apart, his eyes darting to your wet core for a moment before returning to your face. He leans to your lips, the tip of his cool dick pressing against your inner thigh before he positions his body better.

“You’re so easy, my love.” Astarion smugly whispers, he traces the velvety tip against your heated entrance, slicking it with your juices and you grasp onto his sides once more. “Even easier than first couple times. I’m almost starting to think I’m rubbing off on you.” he teases, his voice a hushed seductive taunt and you swallow hardly but try to keep your own confident attitude.

“Maybe you are. Would that be so bad?” you raise an eyebrow at him, trying to keep what’s left of your composure and Astarion’s smirk becomes softer, happier.

“No, that would be perfect, because you know what…” he begins to slide his cock into you, slowly, inch by inch, you gasp in response and hold onto his waist, your eyes becoming clouded the deeper he pushes. “…you might be rubbing off on me too.” Astarion kisses you now, to silence the moan he already knows is coming the moment he fully buries himself into you.

And you do moan, when his hips press against you, when you feel a twitch of his cock inside of you, when you feel that wonderfully sweet pleasure of being with someone you love. Your legs move as if on their own, wrapping around his hips, giving him even a better angle to thrust himself right to the base of his cock.

“That’s right, take it all…” Astarion whispers against your lips as if proud and begins to move, slowly at first, making your body arch under him, making you gasp softly, but thankfully, silently so far.

Your eyes meet his, his face so close it’s almost a blur but not quite, his chest pressed against yours. One palm he has pressed against the bedroll to have better control of his thrusts, other arm he puts on his elbow, his palm pressing against the top of your head in a very intimate embrace.

“I missed this.” you manage a labored whisper, how his cock is sliding inside of you driving you almost mad with lust, with desire, with a hope that this won’t be last time, that there will be many more in the future.

“I missed this too.” Astarion whispers and closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours, his strokes slow, controlled, precise as he keeps pushing himself deep into your warmth and then pulling almost all the way out as if to tease you.

You smile at his reply and close your eyes as well when your foreheads touch, you bite your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning. Your legs squeeze his hips, urging him now and Astarion complies, his pumps into you becoming increasingly harder, more passionate, he’s losing control already. His pelvis slaps against you with a beautifully vulgar sound every time he drives himself deep into your body.

“Fuck, fuck…” you gasp, you try to be silent, to not moan but it’s a battle you’re losing.

Astarion cranes his head back to look at your face and smirks slightly, satisfied that you’re struggling so much, his forehead is already sweaty and he moves the hand that he uses to support himself to you now, his palm on your mouth, his face close to yours.

“Shh shh, my love. We don’t want anyone to ruin this, do we.” it’s not a question, not something you will be allowed to protest but finally you can lose control just a bit, letting yourself moan slightly louder, all of it gets muffled by Astarion’s cold palm. “You’re so beautiful when you’re mine.” he whispers and your eyes close at that, you feel them rolling to the back of your head, he’s driving you mad.

But you’re not the only one affected. Astarion is struggling as well. He wants to moan, not to think about anyone hearing but this is neither the time or place, so he just makes sure that rest of the camp don’t hear you, his palm firmly pressed against your lips as he begins thrusting harder now, letting himself lose control this way. He realizes that sounds of his skin against yours slapping in fervor might give everything out even without any moans being heard but Astarion doesn’t want to hold back, not in this, he’s willing to take the risk.

His cock drives into you again and again, fast and relentless, your nails dig into ivory skin of his torso urging him even more and when Astarion shifts himself just a little bit to make sure he can give you his all, when he thrusts deeply inside of you, his cock begins nudging at that sweet spot inside your cunt, making your neck bend and your back arch. You can’t think anymore, you moan, barely able to breathe with your mouth still covered by his palm but it doesn’t matter, you’re so close now, to your climax.

And Astarion can see that you’re close, he can feel it in your body, he can almost smell it, he’s sure of it and with heavy breaths escaping his own lips he gives you everything, pushing himself and you to that promised bliss.

When it hits you, your mind goes blank, all that remains is pleasure, your body spasming, your walls clenching around his cock, driving Astarion to the edge with ease. His face dips to the crook of your shoulder and he gasps softly as he comes, with several erratic strokes filling you with his seed as deep as he possibly can, driven by nearly animalistic need to make you his.

Astarion finally stops, you are both frozen in this moment and when he finally removes his palm from your mouth you both are gasping for air in unison. It takes you a moment or two before you recover ever so slightly and relax your grip on his sides, removing one hand entirely just to grasp at his chin and turn his face to you so that you can kiss him. He kisses you back and this time the kiss in gentle, loving even, there’s no rush of passion in it but it’s no less satisfying.

“I do hope no one heard us.” Astarion whispers and you chuckle slightly, you’re both calming down at last and you release his hips from the grip of your thighs.

“You make it sound like you do hope for exactly that.” you tease with a smile and Astarion smiles now too, he’s still inside of you like he doesn’t want to remove himself from your body just yet.

“Maybe I do. I think this is one of the best ways to let everyone know that you’re well and truly taken, my dear.”

You raise an eyebrow at that, your eyes on his.

“Taken, am I now?” you sound nonchalant, slightly coy but it hides real hope that he means it.

“Of course you are. It’s time we stop pretending. You like me, don’t you? And I like you.” Astarion pauses, then gently pulls out of you and lifts himself on his elbows to get a better look at your face before he speaks again. “I realize now I’ve never really had anyone. Not really. Nothing that compares to you. And all of this…” his gaze trails down your body then returns back to your eyes. “It just proved to me that you’re the one I need.”

You stare at him for a long moment then smile again and lift yourself just enough to press your lips against his.

“Just don’t bite without asking first anymore.” you mumble against his lips with a grin and he smiles at that.

“I can’t promise that, it leads to some interesting results.” he whispers and you tug at his lower lip with your teeth playfully.

“You’re a bastard.” you nudge his nose with yours and Astarion gently lays you back onto the bedroll, his face remaining close to yours, his lips brushing against yours.

“True. And you take me as I am anyway.”

With that he kisses you again and you embrace him firmly, pressing your body against his.

Now you too wish that others heard you together. You want entirety of Faerûn to know that he is yours. And you are his.

For better or for worse.