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The next push of Halsin’s hips made Astarion audibly gasp and take a quick breath; considering he didn’t need to breathe, he still did nonetheless.
It did the right things to Halsin.
He slowed down to a low and shallow rhythm. His beloved vampire breathed into the pillows he laid on. A hand clawed into Halsin’s nearest arm, the other tangled into the sheets below them.
Soft kisses along scarred flesh made Astarion’s entire body shiver in gentle pleasure. Not once had Halsin treated him any different. No pain, no harm, not even the slightest discomfort was allowed to befall onto Astarion.
Not if he could help it; and drown him in pleasure instead.
The first few times were… difficult, so to say. Difficult in terms of Astarion’s troubled understanding of pleasure and the like; and also the issue with clear given consent.
Halsin refused to bed any lover who would not give their explicit consent to him. A hard thing for Astarion to be honest about - when someone would look at his past.
Consent didn’t matter.
Nor did his comfort.
The rogue’s thoughts started to drift off and in the shake of their wake seemed to pull his mind along with it. The druid felt it in the slightest shift of his body, how tense it had gotten in a matter of seconds. Had he been anyone else, they would have missed it.
Halsin didn’t.
He slowed down even further until he came to a stop entirely now. The only sounds were Astarion’s erratic breathing compared to Halsin’s rather calm one, considering the given situation they were in.
“Wha.. why- why did you stop?” An annoyed voice sounded from under him.
At least the stop pulled him back from the threatening line Astarion had walked too close to.
Halsin hated it whenever his mind visited that place. A place to hide away his mind. To not think about and feel what was being done to him so that he could endure.
Astarion never did it on purpose. Not with Halsin, at least. No, not at all. Halsin was probably the most blessed being his dead prayers summoned to him, or so he would like to believe.
He hated spacing out every now and then as much as Halsin did - but for different reasons.. Wished he could stay in the present and not overthink. He wants this with Halsin. Wants the good time, the pleasure, him.
Even right now at this second he’s doing it once more. Curses came between bitten lips and fangs. He couldn’t not overthink.
”You’re doing it again,” Halsin breathed gently into his neck followed by kisses down his spine. Kisses that meant to excite and enhance pleasure were now used to soothe and bring his mind back down to the druid.
One hand that was used to steady himself next to Astarion’s head now rubbed soothing circles over his hip and side. “Do you want me to pull out?”
Right. Always the gentleman. Always caring, always lovely.
It made Astarion sick to the bottomless pit of his stomach.
Undeserving.
Even with Halsin being almost rock hard all the way inside of him, Halsin would forfeit all wants of pleasure if it would take away the slightest discomfort from Astarion.
The vampire held his breath in for far too long before exhaling. Then just let his arms and legs give out their tension and let himself fall into the bed, his face now pressed into the pillows. “Maybe,” his muffled voice said. “ Just for a moment. I’m not done with you yet, druid.”
The warm chuckle soothed his thoughts almost entirely.
He couldn’t hide the groan that left him when Halsin pulled all the way out. Astarion wouldn’t really have tried anyhow.
Broad hands moved his slim body this and that way. It was closer to nudging instead of moving him. Astarion’s body happily complied.
Turned now onto his front, Halsin didn’t waste a second to press his lips to Astarion’s. But before the rogue could turn it into a proper make-out session, his lover already drew away.
Calloused thumbs rubbed over his cheeks when said hands cupped his face. “You slipped away for a second. Something wrong?” Halsin inquired.
Astarion’s crimson eyes tried to avert Halsin’s. Though he also knew no matter how much he would try to avoid him, he wouldn’t get what he wanted. Which was Halsin back inside of him rocking his world.
A frustrated sigh escaped Astarion and he used his hands so that he could rub over his face. A poor attempt to hide, Halsin thought, but didn’t stop him.
“I don’t know. It just- happened, okay? There, can we get back to being busy now?” He demanded of his lover. “Is there a reason why it happened?” Halsin tried to question further.
Astarion threw his hands over his head, his gaze aimed at the ceiling. He preferred not wanting to think about why he zoned out during a pretty good time. Feared to think, even.
He and Halsin had been a thing, a serious thing for a while now. Lost and forgotten intimacy came easy with him. Nothing felt played, nothing felt like an act, like something he had to perform.
No, with Halsin - it felt real. He wanted this but his mind kept double-crossing him, denying himself to take the joy and pleasure he wanted.
This, though. The slipping-away thing. It happened a lot during their earlier time in their relationship. Gladly, it’s kept away now for most of the time. But from time to time it did rear it’s ugly head back to the surface.
He was patient with Astarion, waiting in comfortable silence until he felt ready to answer. “You were perfect as always, my darling druid,” Astarion reaffirmed when he finally managed to look at Halsin.
“It all- felt a bit too much, for a second. Whenever something feels like too much, I can’t help but wander back to that isolated place in my head. You know, two hundred years of utter torment and torture do that to you,” the vampire tried to dismiss.
Halsin didn’t let it be dismissed. The hate, the anger, the animalistic fury in Halsin’s aura barely contained; but he contained it for his rogue, because it wasn’t his place to feel angry or pity for Astarion.
Astarion was long past needing someone to feel that for him.
”Take it as a compliment druid now will you?” He flashed his fangs just barely at him.
Halsin’s sad gaze lingered on him. His wholesome smile was just the slightest tilt. Hands didn’t leave Astarion’s cheeks.
Then there was a glint in his eyes.
“What are you cooking up in that thick bear skull of yours?” He demanded to know, tapping a finger against his forehead.
Astarion would do everything in the entire realm just to hear more of Halsin’s heavenly voice. Another soft laugh escaped the druid.
“Something you might like, considering your enthusiastic consent to continue.” He teased. “Should you still be willing, that is.” It wasn’t a question, though Astarion still felt expected to answer. Halsin would always give him a way out of it, no questions asked.
Astarion wasn’t sure if he had the strength to stop himself should things get too much for him. The use of consent was still a new thing to him - despite the long time he had spent with Halsin.
His thoughts were drifting again, but Halsin caught him feathery light just before he could get too far away. Careful fingers held his chin so Astarion would need to look at him. There was no strength behind it, so the vampire could have pulled away, should he have decided to do so.
In fact, Astarion felt far from wanting to pull away - but his inner struggle and turmoil were ever present in his conflicted eyes.
“This time, when you feel it getting too much, don’t slip into that dark place. Just to test a little theory.” Before Astarion could reply, Halsin kissed him hot and deep and rough.
Heated kisses and breaths, hips rolling against one another and gasps filled the dimly-lit room. “Ha- hah - Halsin,” Astarion managed to breathe out once the druid was forced to part from his lips to breathe. A thin string of saliva connected them before it disappeared.
Kisses and tongue made their way down his throat. A simple noise of acknowledgement came from him though didn’t let himself be bothered further.
Astarion felt his mind slip, felt it wander; but instead of stopping Halsin, he let his love continue, let himself be pulled out of it.
And oh, was he rewarded for it.
Instead of that isolated, numb space he created for himself to hide, he felt an entirely different feeling. Something overwhelmingly buzzed inside of him that made him arch into Halsin, made him breathe in sharp and desperate for air he didn’t need.
Pale hands gripped tanned shoulders when a rough tongue licked over marks on his neck. Tender and caring instead of the harsh and painful memory the vampire had.
Pain gently taken and reformed into pleasure and love.
Halsin stopped minutely in his tracks when he continued. Concentrated on spotting the slightest feel of being pushed away, the way his voice would change from pleasure to pain and discomfort.
But those signs never came; and so Halsin didn’t stop the trail of kisses down his chest, only coming to a halt at his nipples.
Astarion gasped once more, unable to stop himself from bucking and arching into his lover. A mouth biting and licking, sucking and nibbling on the soft flesh until it was well perked and red. The other was granted the same treatment.
“Halsin!” He swallowed thickly when Halsin’s hands tightened on his hips while kisses and love marks were littered across his abdomen.
One of his legs was thrown over broad shoulders - the other followed soon. His shoulders were wide enough that he didn’t have to open his legs himself.
A bite was placed at the inside of milky white thighs, making the rogue close his legs almost on instinct. Weren’t it for those mentioned broad shoulders.
“Theory proven correct,” Halsin mused gently between his legs, his shower of kisses continuing up and down his thighs. So close to where Astarion really wanted him to be right now - but kept being denied.
It almost felt like a mistake looking down at the man between his legs; his cock gave a betraying twitch.
Halsin only chuckled in response to it. “You seem awfully sensitive, my heart. Has it always been like this?” More lovingly bites were scattered on his right knee when he leaned back a little.
Though his emerald-brown eyes that held that tell-tale glint of orange honey in them never left Astarion’s ruby ones.
Only there he realized that Halsin was ready for him. His kisses, his bites, his soothing strokes, ready to devour him entirely and whole.
“Well, maybe? I don’t know, who keeps track of these things,” the pale elf tried to scoff it off.
But truth be told, it hasn’t been like this all the time.
Because he didn’t allow himself to feel pleasure in it’s entirety like this. Until now, that is. The reason that initially got the break in their lust in the first place earlier. Maybe because he felt safe with Halsin - knowing he would never hurt him.
Feeling safe also meant trust.
Astarion trusted him.
He admitted it to himself, to Halsin, said it out so many times; but only now did it really seep into the cracks his entire life had left.
Halsin’s free hand flattened over the elf’s stomach. His warm touch never failed to bring him back down before he got too far away. Astarion was close to bolting out of the bed to cup his lover’s cheeks and crash their minds together just to not see that sad smile on his face.
“My heart, have I ever truly pleased you?” his voice was filled with love and understanding if this wouldn’t have been the case. The hand that kept one of the legs over his shoulders gently lowered it back down, moving soothing circles and rubs over the thigh.
“No!” Astarion exclaimed loudly when he supported himself on his elbows. “No, I mean- yes ! Yes, you dumb bear,” an annoyed huff came from him, though it held no actual annoyance. “Have you even realized what your damn mere presence is doing to my body? I think you didn’t. ”
Just then, Astarion caught himself when the sadness left Halsin’s handsome face; and was replaced by something much warmer, something way more satisfied.
Of course Halsin would be pleased with himself. “ Don’t let it get to your head, druid. That’s my job.”
His pale cheek felt the slightest bit of warmth - not caused by Halsin but himself this time. Close to a soft blush with the little blood left in his body. Halsin laughed because of him, rich and warm.
And was promptly rewarded with hot open-mouthed kisses to his lips.
The strain in his body was very much worth the warmth of his mouth against his own. Halsin still had one of his legs over his shoulder and was now close to folding him.
Not to forget that he could clearly feel the other elf’s neglected cock rubbing against him. Both let out the quietest of groans into their kisses.
Stupid hot Halsin and his broad body.
The druid tutted at Astarion’s pouts and quiet complains when he withdrew from his lip. “You will get plenty of these later. Though I would like to turn tonight into a different direction.” Halsin proposed.
Astarion narrowed his eyes in the slightest ways. Either Halsin didn’t notice or pretended he didn’t see it; either way worked fine for him.
“We need a safeword. Something for you to use shall it become too much, and we stop right away. No questions asked,” his palm flattened over a pale chest, his heat a stark contrast to his cold skin.
A laugh came from Astarion.
He didn’t laugh because it was funny but because he was nervous.
Everyone knew about Halsin’s hedonistic nature. Name a kink and he tried it at least once. Twice if he was into it. Astarion wasn’t one to shame, but the thought of pulling chains and whips into their bedplay seemed out of reach so far.
Not because he wouldn’t want to try; but because he was still afraid after centuries worth of torture.
“A safeword? I don’t think I’m ready for that stuff quite yet, darling,” Astarion’s empty breath took a slight hitch. Afraid of disappointing his partner for refusing what he thought that was implied.
This time, Halsin didn’t ignore it.
“My sun, I have you to know that I have no intention, nor want, of doing extreme things with you,” he reassured him. The ‘yet’ was left unsaid on purpose, but the vampire had no chance to overthink that when Halsin continued to talk.
“I want you to have a safeword so that you can tell me to stop when you feel the need for it. Trust me to only have the rawest form of pleasure in mind for you. But tell me so and we forget this whole thing and return to what we started with, my love.”
Curse him for being so kind to him. For loving him. Understanding him. He won’t hurt him - not by accident, not on purpose. Halsin would never.
And for that, he had to trust him.
Trust he did.
“So you would just stop. Because I ask for it,” Astarion slowly tried to clarify after a moment of silence. “Because you ask for it,” Halsin clarified with a heartwarming smile. A smile that was met with a frown.
“Fine. Whatever shall it be then?” He said with a dismissive wave of his hands.
Which was caught in a soft touch and pulled close to rest against Halsin’s cheek. The way he looked down at him was enough to shake him to it’s core.
Full of love and adoration.
He couldn’t help but to tear his gaze away before his heart would come out of his throat..
“Something that you would be less likely to scream in ecstasy,” lips kissed along slender fingers, another set of kisses to his palm.
Astarion cursed himself at how his words affected him. How his erection trapped between their bodies twitched minutely; excitement about what was to come; what he was promised.
He blinked a couple of times when he focused back on the man before him, ready to ravish him entirely.
“Let’s go with something disgusting and warning such as rat, ” the vampire had to hold it in himself not to spit the words out. “Wisely chosen. Something I shouldn’t expect to hear under normal circumstances, should you like what I have in mind.”
The tip of his tongue darted out, wetting his lips at what Halsin implied. He pushed himself up on his arms to close the distance between the two of them, giving his best to fall back into his usual known charm.
He couldn’t let his love beat him at his own game!
“Anything in particular you want to hear? I heard I can sound quite lovely,” he breathed out against the druid’s lips.
He saw - no, felt Halsin smile against his lips; mischievous, so. “Anything cried from your soft lips will be most appreciated to hear. I want to listen to every word, every letter, every hitched breath that escapes them. Just as long as I can hear you, my heart.”
Maybe Halsin could beat him at his own game.
Astarion tried to form stammered words to bite him back but gasped when Halsin’s lips crashed onto his, pushing the rogue back into the plush bed beneath them.
An easy thing for Astarion to do to others; a hard thing to happen to himself.
Surges of pleasure made him arch into the druid above. Impatient whines followed as soon as Halsin parted once more.
He wasn’t to return this time; and moved back down to settle into the space between the elf’s legs.
Astarion couldn’t hold Halsin’s gaze any longer if he wanted to last as long as he could. His head fell back into the pillows.
Suddenly jumping when he felt his tongue on his length, choking a little on his breath that abruptly stopped.
Nothing was too dirty or obscene for Halsin, and so he went right down to business with his vampire.
Pale legs were once more over his shoulders - where they stayed this time. One hand gripped lightly at the base of his cock while the other sneaked around his thigh and held his hips steady.
And that mouth was right where he wanted it so badly since Halsin had started teasing him.
His tongue circled the head; only occasionally wrapping his lips around the head for a shallow suck; licking from the start to the top of his cock.
Hells, Halsin was a sight. He liked to pamper Astarion with words of devotion and love, how nature crafted him so perfectly, when Halsin himself was a gift to behold-
Letting go. Right. Focusing on the task ahead. Giving himself over to pleasure, Halsin had said. He can do that.
Hopefully.
He tried his best to control his shaky breath. Bloodred eyes closed, Astarion gave his level-best to follow Halsin’s advice without falling into that dangerous hole.
Even from this position, the druid felt it. How tense Astarion was, though this time not through slipping away. Merely because he focused too hard on not focusing.
Halsin withdrew from his pale cock, letting out a deep soft chuckle as he grabbed something off to the side. Astarion didn’t have the time to complain about the loss of his mouth when it already returned.
And never once did Astarion’s vocal reactions disappoint.
Hips bucked slightly into the strong grip that kept Halsin from accidently choking. He wanted more, more, more. More than just teasing licks and nibbles. Precum had already started to form at the tip of it that Halsin all too greedily licked away.
“Can you finally get goddamn on with it, Ha- hah !” His impatient remarks ended with a pitched moan.
Halsin engulfed his cock in one swift motion without so much of trouble or strain visible on him. Toes curled into the burgundy sheets; hips lifted up to meet his mouth in a vain attempt; one foot pressing down on his back.
The vampire threw his head back back with a trembling shout, short silvery white locks a mess at this point. Loud noises of hah-, cut off attempts of gods, Halsin- and moans filled the otherwise silent room. Halsin was never too shy for praise, and certainly aimed to raise the volume of his lover’s sounds tonight.
He moved his head in a slow rhythm up and down, sometimes hollowing his cheeks by just a bit; sometimes moving off entirely to suck at the head, circeling the slit with gentle teasing licks with his free hand stroking him off in a slow but gentle grip; not once giving his lover the chance to get used to it.
Astarion’s thighs started to shake and tremble the longer this pleasure kept going, his tension now out of feeling so close to the edge - yet he couldn’t quite bring himself over it. Thoughts, although scrambled, still echoed in his mind. Taunting him, pulling him, loathing him for wanting this-
Hands gripped at the sheets at the sudden intrusion when two of Halsin’s well-oiled thick fingers pushed into him with not so much of trouble. Just at the same time he took him all the way down to the hilt.
“Hal- shit, shit, shit ,” the pale elf breathed, hitched and quick. WIth Halsin’s hand now abandoned to push inside of him, there was no way to control Astarion’s erratic bucking hips.
Not that Halsin would ever want to.
Sheets started to get pulled and torn, messy and needy, Halsin’s rhythm not even daring to falter. “Gods, Hal- Halsin, I - Halsin I can’t- I need-”
Nose and lips nearly kissed his white abdomen, throat swallowing his cock, squeezing it tight- fingers pushed in knuckle-deep, barely brushing that hidden nerve-
He came with something close to a whimper and a moan mixed together. White fluid coatied the inside of the druid’s mouth when he slowly started to pull off - though kept he head in his mouth.
Astarion emptied himself entirely in his mouth - and fell back into tangled sheets, chest heaving. No matter how much he would breathe, his dead lungs would never feel it.
With a final swallow of his load, Halsin gave the tip a soft kiss. His lover already keened and twitched just slightly at the faint sensitive feeling.
It took Astarion a couple of seconds to recollect himself.
Halsin never disappointed in bed, that he knew for sure. But this? This felt entirely different from how he felt pleasure usually. Having let go of his tension and thoughts for a second with the help of Halsin’s devilish mouth and fingers.
Unfocused eyes blinked a couple of times when he looked down at Halsin who opted to give slow and gentle kisses along one of his thighs-
And then their eyes locked.
That beautiful handsome bastard had the balls to lick his lips in such a way that promised so much more . Astarion’s spent length gave barely a twitch, accompanied by a soft quiet needy whine escaping his lips.
But, as always, the urge to hide himself won subconsciously faster than he realized. “Don’t you look pleased with yourself, my darling druid.” he said once his breath had gotten back to him.
Halsin smiled fondly at him. “You should have heard yourself, my heart. How could I not feel pleased to have brought you to such pleasure?” he countered.
Astarion was too lost in the aftershocks of his great orgasm to miss that glint in his eyes. He was already reaching out to him to get up from his position. “Now let me repay you with a proper blowjob as well-”
Halsin’s fingers moved inside of him, making him stop dead in his tracks. Thighs shook at the sudden onslaught of stimulation bordering on the line of too much and not enough.
That fond smile turned into a smirk - and curled his fingers upwards. “ Halsin !” Astarion gasped with wide eyes. “I just came, you stupid damn-” his wobbling voice tried to keep him off, but it was no use.
His free hand wrapped itself back around his already half-hard member and gave it a slick stroke. Mixed together with his two fingers rocking just gently inside of him, almost too shy to push against his prostate, had Astarion inhale like a punctured ball.
Fingers gripped themselves even paler into the sheets as he fell back into bed and pillows. He tried to close his legs in vain where one was still over his shoulders, the other had fallen down around his waist during the short rest he had.
The elf’s mind fell apart without his knowledge. Too busy to endure the electrifying intensity. A feeling he had never felt before, not in his two hundred years of slavery. Too much all at once, overstimulation going through him, not even letting him have a fractured second to recollect himself.
And that was exactly what Halsin was going for.
Pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, so overtaking that Astarion’s mind couldn’t force him into this dark corner. The results pleased Halsin all the more that it worked.
“Halsin, please- ” he begged. What for? He didn’t know. To stop, to go on, to go faster, slower, harder, softer. But one thing he felt sure of; he wanted more of this feeling.
The druid’s soft hushing a contrast like day and night to Astarion’s whimpers and moans. He listened in awe at how his voice started to get this raw, honest touch.
Astarion never had to fake it with Halsin; but sometimes he liked to make a little show of himself. He knew how much his praising moans turned him on, never failing to make Halsin come. But he loved the uncontrollable sounds a lot more than the played ones.
He picked up his speed, thrusting firm and deep. Sometimes missing his prostate, sometimes hitting it directly, both filled with the intent of doing it on purpose.
Halsin didn’t let himself be bothered by a clawed hand gripping his arm. Nails threatened to cut into tanned skin. His hand stroking his now hard cock in a tight fist not stopping. Astarion knew what he wanted; and that was to reach his peak again right after he just came.
Back arching into a sinful bow, Halsin’s name died on his tongue as stuttering hips tried to push away and into his hands at the same time. Empty begs of please- and oh- made his own length twitch in need.
There was time for him to seek his own pleasure; though he didn’t reach it yet. Tonight was about Astarion, and he promised his entire dedication to make him drown with never-ending pleasure first.
Astarion tried to hold on - he swears on his dead life that he really did - but was no match against Halsin’s determination to make him come again.
And so he did; the knot in his abdomen suddenly snapping with the last buck of his hips, coating rough fingers in white strands of cum.
“Shit-” he gasped for air when he fell back. “Fucking- god, Halsin.”
He didn’t even feel Halsin’s fingers withdrawing, only noticed when soft lips kissed stray-tears away. It wouldn’t be the first time that Astarion cried out of sheer feelings or pleasure during their trysts.
But it was definitely the first time that it happened so soon.
Warm hands stroked over heated skin. Gentle words of love and praise and you’re doing so well helped to calm the last shaky breaths from him. The trembling and shaking in his legs and hands didn’t vanish yet.
He was mindful not to touch his ears when one hand moved to cup his cheek. The elf leaned into the touch almost instantly. “How do you feel, my heart?” Halsin’s honeyed voice asked.
Right - how did he feel?
He felt … afloat. Mindless, though not quite there yet. Almost disappointed that he didn’t. But as soon as that thought came it already left his head.
What a blessed feeling not to think, just for a couple of minutes. It held on longer than after his first orgasm.
“Darling- what the hell,” he strung together. Bleary eyes opened weakly to look at the man above him. “Heaven, hell; whatever you prefer to describe it,” his low voice spoke against him before they gently and slowly kissed.
Normally, Astarion would fight tooth and nail for dominance. Now he let it wash over him, moaning right into his mouth when he could taste himself on the druid’s tongue.
“You’re beautiful when pleasure takes you, Astarion,” Halsin hummed with his forehead leaned against his. “Do you think you can go again, my star?”
If Astarion’s heart was still beating, it would stop right now. His eyes started to tear up for entirely different reasons now - reasons he pushed away as quickly as he could. Unable to bring himself to speak out those words aloud yet.
How could he ever say no to him? Right now at this moment, he thought of Halsin being in need of more instead of him. How he gazed down at him as if he was his starry night sky and he himself the earth the stars shone upon.
“Yes,” he whispered softly. Anything more was lost in loving kisses. “Turn around, my love,” Halsin instructed carefully for him. Hands helped already exhausted limbs to move and turn him on shaking knees.
Rough hands palmed carefully over the elf’s ass; tempted to give them one little spank; but decided immediately against it. Not now, when Astarion was so raw and open beneath him.
“Halsin… please… don’t- please don’t tease me,” he gasped under him when he felt his finger rub over his already oiled hole. Halsin kissed apologizing trails of love along his shoulders, his other hand next to Astarion’s head to steady himself.
It wasn’t what he wanted, but he took the two fingers with greedy excitement nonetheless. “Rushing only brings you pain, little elf. Tonight shall be only about pleasure,” the tanned elf mumbled into his shoulders; soon moving to gently kiss at his neck.
Astarion all but melted into the sheets below him. He would feel pathetic for falling so easily for words he used himself if he would be able to muster any negative thought. It felt… good.
It felt good to let go like this. To let himself be fully taken care of. Falling into pleasure rather into that damned place.
The smallest of a smile spread over Astarion’s lips, thinking Halsin couldn’t see it - but the rogue was getting sloppy with his act without even his notice.
Halsin’s heart swelled and promptly rewarded his star with a perfect push against his prostate - and stayed there.
Weak nimble hands gripped the sheets. Words and moans of different volume now flowed freely out of him, uncaring how obscene he may sound like. All he had in his mind was the sinful pleasure Halsin kept wrecking upon him.
But once - oh, just once - this nasty dark place tried to grip him from his high.
And it tore a heartbreakingly sob from his hoarse voice. Fangs bit into already raw lips, threatening to break the thin barrier to drop precious blood he missed so badly already. Face hidden into the sets of pillows under him.
He hoped and prayed in his mind that Halsin would catch him before he fell-
“Don’t hide, Astarion,” soft kisses were pressed against his cheek. A gasp mixed itself with a shivering exhale, but otherwise forced himself to stay quiet. Pliant.
Halsin would drag him out of this faster than Astarion could realize - or fall with him. But he refused to let Astarion do this to himself.
Fingers slowed down their rhythm to a gentle pace. He wanted him to come with his words filling his mind entirely so that there wouldn’t be any space left for self-sabotaging. The other hand pushed slowly under the elf until his hand was spread out over his neck and jaw, applying the barest hint of pressure to lift his head from the pillows.
His index finger rubbed soothingly over his abused bottom lip, an attempt to stop him from biting so hard. “My heart, what ails you? Am I not pleasing you?” he whispered against the pointy ear; length and earlobe receiving the gentlest kind of kisses Astarion had ever felt.
The rogue swallowed down a moan and cry - but slowly started to release his poor trembling bottom lip. “You sound heavenly, dear. Don’t hide your cries of praise from me. Let me hear you, please,” Halsin mumbled.
A well pointed thrust against that oh so good spot had Astarion sob out against his will. Tears trailed down his cheeks freely now, no will left in him to stop them. “I-I can’t- can’t again-” he breathed heavily, swallowing minutely.
Fingers clenched and unclenched the fabrics, Halsin saw the trouble in him to hold himself together.
The last bit of resistance Halsin vowed to take away. “Can’t what?” he prompted. Fingers giving his prostate a rather hard push that had Astarion minutely see stars. Hitting, hitting, missing; a somewhat steady rhythm created to make him lose himself.
“Gods save me-” Astarion’s trembling voice brought out. “Can’t come- not again- too much, Halsin, please- ” “I know you can come for me again, love,” the druid soothed him with kisses and nibbles.
Pale hips stuttered, pushing into and away from skilled fingers that didn’t let him get very far. Begs and pleases bordering on the line of incoherency, but he wasn’t there quite yet.
Yet, Halsin promised. To Astarion and himself. He trusted Astarion to know his limits as much as Astarion trusted him with his limits. He didn’t hear his safeword; so Halsin continued this torture consisting of only pleasure.
Devotions of sweet nothings and dirty promises were whispered into his ear, the sensitive tip already red from bites and kisses and love marks, pace never faltering, pushing him closer and closer to the point of falling apart, the line Astarion was so afraid of.
“Halsin- Halsin, Halsin please,” he sobbed, a thin line of drool traveled down from the corner of his mouth. Breath quickened, voice hitched, shaking and trembling, so close to go over the edge. “Don’t let me fall- I’m begging you, catch me, please, please, Hals- hah !”
“I would never let you fall, my heart,” Halsin abandoned all rhythm to hit against the abused bundle of nerves once, twice, thrice. “Let yourself go and I will catch you. You can do it. You’ve gotten this far, and I’m so proud of you.”
“I love you to the depths of my heart, my star-”
Astarion didn’t yell, he screamed , abusing his voice further and beyond when he came. Nonsense words spilled from his mouth. Ribbons of cum shot out from his cock onto the sheets as Halsin pushed him to the very brink. It wasn’t as much as his earlier two orgasms, but the druid was surprised anything came out at all at this point.
A hoarse broken moan tore from his throat when he fell into the bed as Halsin pulled slowly and carefully out. His hand stroked warm over his lower back, feeling how strutless Astarion had become.
Astarion would never accept it, but he truly was a sight to the sore eye. A beauty hurt and nearly destroyed by evil hands. A cruelty Halsin could never understand, not even in another lifetime.
How his heart bloomed anew for Astarion every passing second.
His head was turned until Halsin could kiss him. Not hot, not demanding, but passionate and full of love stored just for him.
More sobs left the pale elf with more tears, babbled lines of thank you, need you, want you filled Halsin’s never-ending devotion to please his star. Astarion trusted Halsin; trusted him to push him past his limits with care and love; and got so, so much in return than just immense pleasure.
Halsin lined his throbbing cock up to Astarion’s quivering hole. Letting his head fall forward into the cheeks he keened high and full of pleasure. “Last one, my star, I promise. You’ve done so good tonight,” he showed him in praise when his massive length slowly pushed in.
Astarion all but moaned and whimpered with his angelic voice, entirely devoid of any act or show. Only the purest display of pleasure, reserved and stripped only for the love he chose to hear.
The love he chose. That was right.
He chose Halsin, and the druid accepted him. Not a lured victim for Cazador, not a pretend-to-be; his very love he wanted to be with.
Hips rocked lazily without any hurry into his tight hole, tanned warm body pressed close to his colder pale one. Kisses and bites scattered everywhere Halsin could possibly reach. He stayed at his neck to suck bruises and hickeys into porcelain-white skin, breathing in his scent.
It was enough to make him feel so high.
His own hair was messy and out of place, the bun barely holding up. Astarion’s body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his white hair sticking to him. An absolute debauched sight to anyone else.
To Halsin, he couldn’t look more beautiful than this.
Astarion would do everything for this to go on for eternity. His mind rendered to it’s bare function with only Halsin surrounding him. His scent, his touch, his love, filling him up to the brim and threatening to overspill.
“I love you,” he gasped, barely coherent, the barest form of himself - outlaid for Halsin. “I love you, I love you, I love you-” on and on and on he sobbed.
He was only silenced when Halsin returned to reclaim his lips.
“My heart, my flower, my star, ” Halsin, god finally, moaned and groaned against swollen lips. Even he showed signs of nearing the limit of his patience. “A perfect gift from nature, never letting you go-”
He gasped hot and quiet at Astarion squeezing him inside. It was hard to deny pleasure himself when his love all but came apart under his touch and care, he was surprised he didn’t come right away when he pushed into Astarion.
Garbled begs and devotions of love from the rogue and praises and prayers from the druid mixed themselves.
The last cry came from Astarion tonight when Halsin’s hand stroked his weeping member not even three times. The sudden pulsing clench of him pulled the broad elf right with him into an orgasm that almost knocked the wind out of his lungs.
Cum filled him almost to the brink, a satisfied little whine sounding from beneath him. Halsin rocked but just a few times slowly into him before he finally pulled out.
He breathed hard and labored. Usually, he had more stamina than that.
But something about this - about Astarion - about tonight - filled Halsin more than days of debauchery and sex could.
Astarion laid exhausted and unmoving with closed eyes, his final peak having forced any sense out of him. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to; even if he could think about it.
His senses started to return to him only after a while. A lukewarm towel was gently brushed over his abdomen and hips, hands mindful not to touch his spent cock. At this rate, more pleasure would start to hurt.
Not that he wouldn’t be sore as hell in the morning anyways.
Not that he would want it any different.
He groaned painfully hoarse when he tried to shift; tried to move.
“Don’t move, my star,” Halsin hushed gently while he cleaned away most of their spent he could. He knew all too well that Astarion hated waking up with dried cum sticking to him.
“Just… holy shit,” the vampire exhaled once he took a well-deserved deep breath that would ease his nerves that still sung with pleasure. “That was… something.”
His love chuckled gently when the last bits were rubbed away with the soft towel, now carelessly thrown aside. Gentle shifting next to him brought Astarion to open his exhausted eyes as he was slowly pulled on top of him.
He all too happily cuddled his head right close into the crook of his tattooed neck when he pulled warm sheets over them both.
“How do you feel?” Halsin’s broad hand rubbed slowly and mindfully up and down his back. His other one took Astarion’s smaller hand and brought it close to his mouth to litter it with soft kisses and nuzzles.
“Absolutely fucked raw,” he sighed and cuddled closer against his warmth. Another rich laugh came from the wood elf. “As you should. You looked absolutely stunning in the peaks of your passion, Astarion,” he praised with heartfelt love and honesty.
This time, Astarion didn’t shy away from or deflected it, but accepted it.
“Mhmmm, feeling all sticky and tired. You didn’t come twice,” he pouted and complained. Gentle lips kissed along his neck. “Now now, little vampire. Not a competition. Next time you can have a turn at blowing my back out.”
There it was, Astarion’s snark with spite and teeth Halsin has gotten to love.
“Blowing your back out? You fucked my entire spine out, you hedonist,” the vampire huffed at him. “I’m hardly going to live up to that promise if it’s you I’m going against.”
In Halsin’s mind, Astarion gave himself way too little credit for his skills in bed. But he didn’t dwell on it for too long, lest his anger rise even in his exhausted state at what had been done to Astarion.
Which actually reminded him of-
“How does your mind feel?” Halsin asked in a softer tone than before.
Astarion almost aimed to pull away from the safe haven he claimed in Halsin’s embrace.
He felt good. Sated. Not one worrying thought that threatens to punch it’s toxic roots into his mind. Halsin truly didn’t just fuck his spine out, but also any lingering dark thought. For now.
“Thoughtless,” Astarion started after a moment of silence. “But in a good way. No matter how much I try, no evil thought or past memory trying to pull me in.”
Halsin smiled - and just now, Astarion saw the tension that he had inside of him; because it left him once he had heard Astarion speak those words. “Thank you for trusting me, Astarion,” he spoke barely above a whisper when he pulled Astarion into a single, gentle kiss.
“You don’t know how much you’ve given not just to me but also for yourself. Trusting me to catch you, trusting me to not let you hit the ground,” his words went right into his dead heart.
They were almost enough to awaken it in it’s entirety anew. “Halsin, I-” the vampire stopped himself, but refused to let anything destroy this for him. “Thank you. For loving me. For… for everything.”
The druid could not only hear but feel how much love filled his voice. But worry at the same time. Halsin would never scold him for it. Astarion was giving him as much as he could while still coming to terms with himself, with his past, with this newfound life.
Gentle fingers rubbed a stray-tear from pale cheeks. “I love you, my star,” Halsin spoke against quivering lips. “I-... I love you. I love you too,” Astarion all but sobbed into the kiss full of promise and hope.
“Now rest your mind in it’s entirety. Let it float into trance. I will follow you once you’re far away from reality,” Halsin promised soothingly when he tugged the blankets more over Astarions shoulders to cover them safely, effectively trapping him in heat and warmth.
Astarion’s mind felt heavy and sluggish. Thoughts came and went by, too fast for him to notice that they were gone already. His head filled with Halsin, his love and everything else he offered to the vampire.
He had no chance fighting against trance trying to blanket him away, warm and safe. Just with him, just with Halsin, Astarion could believe that the gods above weren’t all out to punish him for sins he had long forgotten from his life when he was alive.