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: 2023-12-30 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.