[ Tav is beautiful, Astarion thinks, his hand beginning to stroke gently - it's a deliberate tease, slow and careful, not quite giving him exactly what he wants. It won't be long until he can't resist the temptation of sliding it into his mouth, but he'll take this for now. ]
[Tav would argue much the opposite. He bears the scars of a former life he can't remember, mis-matched eyes from the hag, ruddy skin, and constellations of freckles that run down his neck and back. Now Astarion? Astarion had told him of his plan to seduce him, lure him, and the like, but even without the plan, Tav had been nearly helpless from the very first moment.
Dagger to his throat notwithtsanding.
Those curls call for Tav to tangle his fingers in them, that strong chin that yearns to be held in his thin fingers, or those striking eyes that follow him around camp.
For now, though, Tav's hips continue to buck into Astarion's hand, little gasps escaping him here and there, even as he tries to bite them back.]
[ Astarion tilts into the touch to his hair, basking in the affection, the near enough tenderness. It still feels baffling that he is permitted to indulge, that it is wanted, but he takes it - he wants this, wants all of it. He wants to be loved.
Yes. [Tav whines emphatically, his hips continuing to work into Astarion's hand as his cock thickens with the heat of Astarion's attentions. Oh he's so ready to be fucked against this tree, or perhaps carried down to the river and fucked against the slick river stones. Or perhaps something as simple as being laid down in the grass and being ridden until he can't take any more.
He already almost can't take any more. His cock throbs and aches with need and Tav begs,] Please.
[ His fingers press a little into Tav's thighs before he leans back, looking around with a frown. There's not much room for anything comfortable, but... ]
Of course. [Tav's breathless, eyes fluttering open to look for a good place for them. It takes a moment, but he glances over to find a glade. He stiffly attempts to walk with his firm erection, and yet finds his way all the same, laying back in the grass with his arms over his head. He doesn't dare to touch himself, not yet, not without permission.]
[Oh. Those laces come undone so painfully slow. And curse his elven hearing that listen to the sluggish tug of leather even as he feels he might lose himself right then and there. He’s squirming again, desperate, frantic, and yet he can do nothing but that.] Nnnnh, you’re doing this on purpose, I swear to every god.
[And there it is. Tav’s eyes light up and for a moment he forgets his orders not to touch as he brings his bound hands to curl around Astarion’s cock. He gives a couple experimental tugs, a blissful grin spreading across his face.]
[Another (perhaps exagerrated) groan, but cut off by the kiss. That seems to soothe Tav as he leans in to deepen the kiss, to lick at the seams of Astarion’s lips once again to ask for more.]
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Date: 2023-08-31 11:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-08-31 12:56 pm (UTC)Dagger to his throat notwithtsanding.
Those curls call for Tav to tangle his fingers in them, that strong chin that yearns to be held in his thin fingers, or those striking eyes that follow him around camp.
For now, though, Tav's hips continue to buck into Astarion's hand, little gasps escaping him here and there, even as he tries to bite them back.]
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Date: 2023-09-05 08:43 pm (UTC)[ Astarion tilts into the touch to his hair, basking in the affection, the near enough tenderness. It still feels baffling that he is permitted to indulge, that it is wanted, but he takes it - he wants this, wants all of it. He wants to be loved.
Closing his eyes, he smiles. ]
Are you ready for more?
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Date: 2023-09-05 10:01 pm (UTC)He already almost can't take any more. His cock throbs and aches with need and Tav begs,] Please.
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Date: 2023-09-16 07:30 pm (UTC)[ His fingers press a little into Tav's thighs before he leans back, looking around with a frown. There's not much room for anything comfortable, but... ]
I'd like to see you lie down. Off you go.
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Date: 2023-09-16 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-09-23 02:49 pm (UTC)[ Astarion follows, watching as Tav settles down before he slowly settles over his lover's hips, rocking gently. ]
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Date: 2023-09-23 02:59 pm (UTC)Please. I need more.
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Date: 2023-09-23 03:21 pm (UTC)[ He rolls his hips again, deliberately, lips twitching. ]
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Date: 2023-09-23 03:37 pm (UTC)[Tav’s voice arc’s high and thready as his heels dig in and press his cock as firmly as he can manage against Astarion, squirming and rubbing.]
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Date: 2023-09-23 03:55 pm (UTC)[ Slowly, carefully, he leans down to undo the laces of his own breeches. Deliberate and teasingly slow. ]
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Date: 2023-09-23 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-09-24 10:46 am (UTC)[ It might make him sour, were it any other situation. For now, it just makes him coy, tilting his head before he finally draws his own cock out. ]
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Date: 2023-09-24 06:30 pm (UTC)[ Astarion leans back, tsking softly. ]
You're forgetting the rules, darling.
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Date: 2023-09-24 06:37 pm (UTC)How am I meant to survive this? [Tav whines, as if he hasn’t defeated a hag, a dragon, and any other number of ferocious creatures.]
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Date: 2023-09-24 06:59 pm (UTC)[ Deliberately denying, Astarion leans down and kisses him gently. ]
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Date: 2023-09-24 07:27 pm (UTC)