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Everett bit his bottom lip to keep from making any sounds. Other than the crackling of the fire and the crickets that stayed to the shadows, the night was quiet. He was trying to keep as quiet as he could; no one needed to know nor see what had been bothering him. Working the laces as quietly as he could,loosening the clothing so he could slip his hand down. His cock twitched in anticipation, easily recalling the way Astarion looked. Eyebrows that narrowed when the man had concentrated on the targets from above. He had watched those long fingers grip the bowstring after nocking the arrow; waiting for just the right opportunity.
Watched as the man smirked when the arrow hit and brought down the target. At the time he could only smile, clench and dig his fingers into the fabric of his pants. Attempt to breathe normally and not give away how turned on he was.
Now here he was, the silence of the night was his only opportunity to give in without anyone noticing what he was up to.
Working his hands down, curling his fingers around his cock while in his mind it was Astarion's fingers around him. Hearing the gentle purr of encouragement; “Darling, don't hold yourself back for me. Show me, show me what you want.”
Trying to swallow back the whimper that rose up in the back of his throat, Everett kept his eyes closed. He didn't hear the rustling of a bedroll, a breeze teasing the fire to leap and crackle louder. Behind his closed eyes he imagined the gentle way Astarion would reach for him, tilt his chin upward as the man stared down at him. A silent request that didn't need words, an act that he loved and wished for it more than he wanted to admit.
His fingertips swiped at the swollen head, smearing the beading fluid as he curled, lost in the fantasy he had been picturing.
Licking at his upper lip, shoulders shuddering as he pictured taking Astarion’s cock in his mouth. Of the man holding him and using his mouth the way he wanted. He would urge Astarion to use him; fuck his mouth the way he had been dreaming, craving it.
A shuddering breath, eyes clenched tightly that he didn't notice Astarion watching him. Sharp eyes taking in his form, the way his hand worked inside his pants. He didn't hear the sharp breath, didn't notice his audience watching even closely now.
Hands that had reached out briefly before pulling back, just the focus gaze as he came in his hands. The sound of his breathing was drowned out by a breeze, the flames of the camp fire dancing and crackling louder still. His eyes snapping open when he felt a body slip on behind him, curling up and pressing against his back.
Holding himself still, his heart beat heavy in his ears as his hand remained in his pants; cum soaking his clothes and covering his fingers. Everett felt his cheeks heat up, embarrassment flooding him. With his hand in his pants, he pushed back against Astarion and tilted his neck in the hopes that the man would feed.
Give him a little more to dream about.
He hadn't noticed amber colored eyes watching him through the fire while a grin curled across her face.