"I noticed. Though I hadn't imagined the...mm, the breadth of your
talents," Astarion purrs, lazily running his fingertips up the shaft of his
erection. "How do you want me, darling? I could stay like this, roll over,
ride you..."
"I'm already very tired, you see," he says, pouting pathetically as he lays his head on Astarion's thigh. His fingers continue to brush against his hole, circling and sweetly probing but never penetrating.
"But I want to see your face. You'll need to ride me."
"No need for that. I'd much prefer to feel this lovely prick of yours open
me up," he purrs, straddling Huaisang's thighs. Utter filth tends to work
well with his accent, he's found.
He pours a little oil on his palm and reaches down, cool hand wrapping
around the heat of the other man's erection.
"I think we could all use a little more decadence in our lives, don't you?"
He uses one hand to keep himself spread open, positions his body and lets
gravity do most of the work. There's a moment of discomfort, then the
lovely heat that comes of being stretched open and filled up.
Huaisang has to keep himself from thrusting up into Astarion's tight, wet heat. He holds fast to both his hips, grinding slowly while he patiently waits for Astarion to set the pace.
"So do you," he sighs, pressing tight against Huaisang as their bodies
meet, his thighs spread wide and the faintest pink flush in his pale skin.
"Don't hold back, darling, let me feel you-"
He starts moving in earnest, hips rolling lithe and fluid, his head falling
back to show the full stretch of his throat.
The pace is just right for Huaisang, who snaps his hips up each time Astarion bears down to drive into him deeper. He leaves one hand holding him, the other dragging down his chest in sheer admiration.
“Good?” he says, panting softly already. “More?”
"More," he agrees, reaching down to stroke himself as he starts to ride him
harder, angling his hips in a way that makes him gasp with every downward
push. "Oh, fuck-"
He dips down for just a few moments, long enough to kiss Huaisang's mouth,
hard and needy.
More. Well, he can certainly exert himself for this beautiful man’s sake.
Huaisang bites again at Astarion’s lips, growling softly as he bends his knees and fucks into him faster, wanting to keep hitting that sweet spot inside of him.
He manages a breathy laugh, but it lasts only a moment before he’s overwhelmed again by the sight of a porcelain-skinned god taking his pleasure from him.
“Would you — may I…” He gasps softly, starting to see stars behind his eyes. “I want to spill inside of you.”
"Do it," he urges, his own voice a little lower. "Fill me up, darling,
make a mess of me-"
He shudders, jerking himself faster, his hole squeezing around Huaisang's
cock as he feels the coiling tension inside his body start to build toward
climax.
"Make a mess of you," he repeats, locking eyes with Astarion. Some of that natural innocence fades away, leaving a stare that's hungry and fierce as he watches him start to come apart.
Huaisang growls softly and drags Astarion down by the hips as his body pulls taut like a bow, driving into him over and over as the string finally snaps and he loses himself entirely.
It's all Astarion can do to just hold still and let Huaisang buck up into
him, to let himself be used by the other man to claim his pleasure. He's
intensely aware of the surge of heat inside him, the tension of his fingers
gripping his hips, the low growl in his voice.
"Yes-"
He strokes himself just a few more times, pushing himself over the edge
into his own orgasm. For a few moments his mind just goes sweetly,
pleasantly blank. His lashes flutter, his lips parting on a low, broken
cry.
Huaisang's head feels like it's full of bees, buzzing happily along with no thoughts whatsoever, just his brain swimming in pure euphoria. His gaze is lazy as he looks up at Astarion, marveling that he's the prettiest he's been all night.
He slowly dips his forefinger into the mess spilled over his stomach and chest and sucks it into his mouth for a taste.
The sight of it sends a little shiver of fresh lust through him, and
Astarion wastes no time in leaning down to kiss Huaisang while he has the
salt of his own spend on his tongue.
Astarion strokes his hair back. With the fun over, the afterglow is burning out to be replaced by the familiar hollowness, so typical of these assignations that it doesn't bother him any more. Though he's noticed that he doesn't experience it so much with...someone else. Never mind.
Huaisang touches Astarion’s hair with a slow smile. He’ll linger with him for a bit - he’s in no hurry to chase him from his bed - but parting ways is the ultimate goal.
Astarion is no stranger to emotionally empty hookups, and so he has a well-honed sense of how long is long enough to split the difference between 'immediately vacating as if disgusted' and 'hanging around past the point of things getting awkward'. It's at this point that he kisses Huaisang's cheek and slides out from under him, slinging his feet over the side of the bed. His ritual scars shift over his shoulderblades as he reaches down to collect his clothes.
"I look forward to hearing you play again," he remarks over his shoulder.
Huaisang sits up and pulls on his robes, intent on at least seeing him to the door of his bedchamber.
“I look forward to playing for you.” He doesn’t think it’s in the stars for them to sleep together again, but he thoroughly enjoys having Astarion as a friend.
He’ll raise his hand in a slight wave and then disappear back into his bed, trusting him to shut the door behind him.
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Date: 2023-12-29 07:42 pm (UTC)"I noticed. Though I hadn't imagined the...mm, the breadth of your talents," Astarion purrs, lazily running his fingertips up the shaft of his erection. "How do you want me, darling? I could stay like this, roll over, ride you..."
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Date: 2023-12-30 01:01 am (UTC)"I'm already very tired, you see," he says, pouting pathetically as he lays his head on Astarion's thigh. His fingers continue to brush against his hole, circling and sweetly probing but never penetrating.
"But I want to see your face. You'll need to ride me."
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Date: 2023-12-30 08:02 am (UTC)"I'd be more than happy to. So long as you can remain awake during the act," Astarion teases, his other hand still playing with Huaisang's hair.
"Lay back, darling. I assume you've something to ease the way?"
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Date: 2023-12-30 02:40 pm (UTC)He reaches for the vial of oil in his qiankun bag and places it into Astarion’s hand before lying back onto the bed.
“Would you like me to help prepare you?”
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Date: 2023-12-30 03:25 pm (UTC)"No need for that. I'd much prefer to feel this lovely prick of yours open me up," he purrs, straddling Huaisang's thighs. Utter filth tends to work well with his accent, he's found.
He pours a little oil on his palm and reaches down, cool hand wrapping around the heat of the other man's erection.
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Date: 2023-12-30 04:59 pm (UTC)“Fucked open on my prick. How decadent.”
He grasps the base of his own cock to hold himself steady, his other hand grasping Astarion’s hip to help guide him down.
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Date: 2023-12-30 05:52 pm (UTC)"I think we could all use a little more decadence in our lives, don't you?"
He uses one hand to keep himself spread open, positions his body and lets gravity do most of the work. There's a moment of discomfort, then the lovely heat that comes of being stretched open and filled up.
Astarion moans his pleasure, his toes curling.
"Gods-"
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Date: 2023-12-30 08:10 pm (UTC)"You feel so, so good."
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Date: 2023-12-30 08:24 pm (UTC)"So do you," he sighs, pressing tight against Huaisang as their bodies meet, his thighs spread wide and the faintest pink flush in his pale skin. "Don't hold back, darling, let me feel you-"
He starts moving in earnest, hips rolling lithe and fluid, his head falling back to show the full stretch of his throat.
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Date: 2023-12-30 11:14 pm (UTC)“Good?” he says, panting softly already. “More?”
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Date: 2023-12-30 11:46 pm (UTC)"More," he agrees, reaching down to stroke himself as he starts to ride him harder, angling his hips in a way that makes him gasp with every downward push. "Oh, fuck-"
He dips down for just a few moments, long enough to kiss Huaisang's mouth, hard and needy.
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Date: 2023-12-31 12:16 am (UTC)Huaisang bites again at Astarion’s lips, growling softly as he bends his knees and fucks into him faster, wanting to keep hitting that sweet spot inside of him.
“You sound like music when you moan.”
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Date: 2023-12-31 12:38 am (UTC)"You're a - mmh - you're a talented conductor," Astarion chuckles, straightening up again so he can move faster, harder.
He really is bouncing on him now, stroking himself in time, the oil on his hand making the sound of it slick and obscene.
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Date: 2023-12-31 01:09 am (UTC)“Would you — may I…” He gasps softly, starting to see stars behind his eyes. “I want to spill inside of you.”
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Date: 2023-12-31 01:25 am (UTC)"Do it," he urges, his own voice a little lower. "Fill me up, darling, make a mess of me-"
He shudders, jerking himself faster, his hole squeezing around Huaisang's cock as he feels the coiling tension inside his body start to build toward climax.
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Date: 2023-12-31 01:45 am (UTC)Huaisang growls softly and drags Astarion down by the hips as his body pulls taut like a bow, driving into him over and over as the string finally snaps and he loses himself entirely.
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Date: 2023-12-31 02:08 am (UTC)It's all Astarion can do to just hold still and let Huaisang buck up into him, to let himself be used by the other man to claim his pleasure. He's intensely aware of the surge of heat inside him, the tension of his fingers gripping his hips, the low growl in his voice.
"Yes-"
He strokes himself just a few more times, pushing himself over the edge into his own orgasm. For a few moments his mind just goes sweetly, pleasantly blank. His lashes flutter, his lips parting on a low, broken cry.
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Date: 2023-12-31 03:12 am (UTC)He slowly dips his forefinger into the mess spilled over his stomach and chest and sucks it into his mouth for a taste.
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Date: 2023-12-31 12:47 pm (UTC)The sight of it sends a little shiver of fresh lust through him, and Astarion wastes no time in leaning down to kiss Huaisang while he has the salt of his own spend on his tongue.
"You are exquisite."
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Date: 2023-12-31 02:45 pm (UTC)“So are you.”
Still softening inside of him, he flips the both of them over so Astarion’s gently pinned on his back and can be kissed again.
“Thank you for playing my game.”
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Date: 2023-12-31 03:09 pm (UTC)"Thank you for being such an excellent player."
Astarion strokes his hair back. With the fun over, the afterglow is burning out to be replaced by the familiar hollowness, so typical of these assignations that it doesn't bother him any more. Though he's noticed that he doesn't experience it so much with...someone else. Never mind.
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Date: 2023-12-31 03:22 pm (UTC)It was a good way to forget for a while.
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Date: 2023-12-31 03:33 pm (UTC)Astarion is no stranger to emotionally empty hookups, and so he has a well-honed sense of how long is long enough to split the difference between 'immediately vacating as if disgusted' and 'hanging around past the point of things getting awkward'. It's at this point that he kisses Huaisang's cheek and slides out from under him, slinging his feet over the side of the bed. His ritual scars shift over his shoulderblades as he reaches down to collect his clothes.
"I look forward to hearing you play again," he remarks over his shoulder.
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Date: 2023-12-31 04:10 pm (UTC)“I look forward to playing for you.” He doesn’t think it’s in the stars for them to sleep together again, but he thoroughly enjoys having Astarion as a friend.
He’ll raise his hand in a slight wave and then disappear back into his bed, trusting him to shut the door behind him.