I thought you were all about ‘we’ and ‘us’ these days. [Tav’s voice is light, teasing; he had made his own decision regarding the hag, far before the tiefling celebration.
The gentle touch at his wrists surprises him and his affectionate smile warps into something softer.] Promise. Make sure they’re not to loose, either.
That was before, and you know it. Don't be a tease.
[ Astarion is deliberate as he tightens the rope just a little more, lifting his eyes - they're dark, and it's clear that he's on the edge of being hungry. He's growing accustomed to their little arrangement.
When he's done, his fingers trace the shape of the rope curiously, head tilted for a moment. It's clear that he's pensive, thinking - before his lips curl into a smile all over again. ]
[On the tip of Tav’s tongue, there’s a joke about the impropriety of playing with one’s food, but then he rolls a successful insight check then he sees Astarion’s expression change from teasing to something more thoughtful.
Tav tries to reach out with his bound hands to curl his fingers around his love’s much paler ones.]
[ Which isn't totally a lie; it's enough of a truth that Astarion feels no guilt whatsoever at dismissing it entirely. Instead, he focuses on tugging at the rope, to draw Tav closer with a little smirk and the promise of something a lot more to go with it. ]
[ It's easy, then, to lean in and steal a kiss, letting his teeth scrape just a little. If Tav decided to have a problem with his fangs now it would be an odd time to start. ]
Considering that you're wrapped up like a little present? I had some ideas.
[Tav can still clearly remember the first time he and Astarion kissed, how the drag of fangs over his lips startled him --which it really shouldn't have, because vampire--. However it was in that surprise that Tav realized he could give Astarion a gift: no more rat blood, pig blood, whatever else blood. If he allowed his paramour feed on him every night, life would be safer, simpler, and much, much more fun for both of them. Certainly, Tav felt dizzy and tired for most of the next morning, but rarely were they in too much of a hurry to rush him through is much needed breakfast. These days, he could practically eat a horse in the mornings and he's sure his companions are noticing.
Just chalk it up in the column of 'not his best ideas', but somewhere far below 'losing an eye to a hag.'
For now, though, Tav has zero problems with Astarion's fangs because the only taste there will eventually be his own blood.]
[ Astarion finds he quite likes this - he feels a little as though he is the one in control, and it makes him feel a touch more at ease about it all. He considers, briefly, what it might be like if he was the one with his hands bound, if his legs were twined together, and he shakes it off immediately. It's not a thought he wants to entertain, not when there is something far more interesting to focus on.
Moving closer, he angles himself so he can almost straddle Tav, leaning down as he pushes his arms up above his head with a hand around the rope. ]
[Tav watches Astarion through his one eye, watches how he moves with such grace and yet such power all at once. Astarion moves over him, pins his bound hands over his head and leans in to capture Tav's mouth, lips and teeth hard against his own.
Tav responds in kind, turning his head just enough to properly slot their mouths together, so he can lick against Astarion's cold lips to request entrance.
They've done this so many times before and yet every time is like the first and Tav treasures being able to have Astarion so close after dancing around each other for so long. (Tav may have even flirted with Gale, if just to get Astarion's attentions.)]
[ Pressing into the kiss and deepening it is easy - Astarion permits it, one hand lifting to rest on Tav's jaw, close enough that he can grip it if he needs to, eyes closed and expression intent. He knows what he wants and he isn't trying to hide it as his teeth scrape gently over Tav's mouth.
It's not as if he imagines the other man could be particularly upset at the notion of being bitten now.
His other hand moves, trusting his partner to keep his hand in place as it trails down, searching out the curve of a hip before it goes higher, exploring Tav's chest with a gentle scratch of his nails. ]
[Tav eagerly explores Astarion's mouth, worrying not for the hand on his jaw. If his companion wanted to bite him at any time, Tav would welcome it. After all, their arrangement has benefitted all in the camp (but especially Astarion and himself). He's not afraid of the sharp icy jolt any more.
The other teasing hand, however, now that earns a groan, echoing through their mouths. Tav pulls back just enough to finally break out his dumb joke.]
Thought it was considered rude to play with one's food. [Breathless but grinning up at Astarion with ruby lips.]
[ Astarion scowls a little as he leans back, squeezing his nails into Tav's skin gently. ]
I wasn't playing. I was enjoying myself.
[ Still, he goes back to his focus; he leans in, trailing the kisses down and along Tav's jaw, against the spot he so regularly bites, his other hand moving lower to brush over his cock. ]
[There he is. Tav can't help but bite back his smile.]
No of course not. My mistake, Astarion.
[But his cheeky smile squeezes past anyway, or it does until Astarion's lips kiss over the scarred over marks on his neck. They've grown more and more sensitive with each bite, so much so that even touching them provokes a shudder. Those cold lips do far more than earn a shudder. Tav's body reacts instinctually: he turns his head to the side to provide more room, his breathing slows, and he can almost feel that cold, sharp prick of pain long before the bite ever comes.
Speaking of pricks, Tav is almost too distracted with Astarion's lips on his neck to notice the touch to his cock. Almost. He gasps, the sound light and yet somehow heavy with his need to be held firm and taken. He wants to reciprocate, but his bound hands and feet give him little to do. Still, he reaches up for the hem of Astarion's shirt and tries to begin tugging it free.]
[ He says it so curtly that it's dismissing the matter entirely, his focus elsewhere. Best not to dwell.
It's easier to focus on the shape of Tav's neck, to let his teeth scrape gently, to suck a little - not biting, because that's not what they're here tonight. Perhaps a little bit later they might indulge in a touch of biting, but for now? He just lets himself scrape and suck, wanting to leave even more of a mark. Not quite claiming, or ownership, but because he can.
It's rare that Astarion lets himself do things just because he wants it. It's difficult.
He feels the tug on his shirt, however, and leans back, eyes narrowing a little. ]
[The ministrations to Tav's neck must be considered teasing; he has no other words for the sucking and nibbling without the full bite. And oh does Tav want that bite. Certainly, their arrangement was borne from practicality, but now he actively asks for that bite each and every night, makes clear to Astarion each morning after eating his own fill of breakfast that tonight the vampire can feed on him again.
Tav's bound hands still again when he's caught with the fabric of Astarion's tunic in his hands, fingers curled tight, but wanting to run along the muscle he knows lies beneath.]
You didn't. But you also didn't said I couldn't. [Tav is clearly well versed in pushing buttons-- it's how he ends up in so many scrapes.] I want to touch you, please. Let me make you feel as good as you've made me feel.
I suppose I could have made myself a little clearer.
[ Leaning back, he reaches up to press Tav's hands up above him once again, the rope scraping against the tree behind him before he lets go. Then he reaches to tug off his own shirt, letting it drop neatly to the side as he moves himself closer, lips twitching ever so slightly. ]
I'll tell you when you can move your hands. You'll just have to wait until I'm ready.
[ And then, to quiet any protests, he kisses him gently. ]
[Tav groans when his hands are pulled away from the hem of Astarion's shirt and again when Astarion does everything Tav wanted to do and reveals the gorgeous pale skin and deadly muscle of his partner. It's more of a whine, the second time around. Let him touch. he wants to beg. He'll grovel on his knees if that's what it takes to touch Astarion.
But then the vampire kisses him, lips gently sealed over his, and Tav melts into it, his desires temporarily sated.
Except for a quiet voice in the back of his head that tells him to rend Astarion limb from limb, but Tav can swallow that down for now.]
[ The sounds that Tav make are delicious and Astarion wants to memorise them, keep them for himself and never let them go. It's not often that he feels terribly possessive over a partner - given his history with relationships he doesn't imagine that as much of a surprise - but he wants this. He wants to keep some part of this to himself, tucked away safely.
Leaning back, he continues the trail of kisses as his hand goes back to where it was before, stroking Tav carefully - teasingly - through the leather of his trousers, a sly little smile on his face. ]
[Astarion's hand returns to his cock, hand over leather, and another stuttering gasp echoes through the glade. His hips involuntarily buck up toward the source of friction, seeking out more, more, always more from Astarion. The lips marking his skin are little more than a distraction, but again his body reacts as if it were preparing for a bite, his head tilting to the side to give his partner as much room as needed to drain him.
But Tav also doesn't expect things to happen that quickly. Not when he's so nicely tied up like a present for Astarion to unwrap. ]
[ Teasing is not necessarily something that Astarion likes to do often, but he can't help himself here when he knows what Tav wants so desperately. His lips twitch into a smug little smile before he leans closer and gives him a long, deep kiss in lieu of a bite. That's not what he wants this to be: just feeding, a necessity. He wants it to be more.
Leaning back, he glances down at Tav's trousers with a slight huff. ]
[Astarion leans in and Tav's body prepares, ready for the bite, his body rolls up to meet his partner's and-- he's kissed instead. How deeply unfair! His cock presses firmly against his leather breeches, tenting the fabric even as Tav whines again at being teased so horribly.]
We still can. [Once more, Tav is breathless, pupil wide and blown in his good eye.] They aren't cursed on, promise.
[Though if anyone would find a way to get them cursed on by accident, it would be Tav.]
That seems a little silly now, doesn't it? You'll just have to manage.
[ He reaches to tug the leather down, to free Tav's cock for him to touch and enjoy - and leave his legs doubly bound. He glances up, just to make sure it's alright, careful and considered. He doesn't quite want to push.
[Tav huffs out his indignance, but he's still grinning from beneath half-mast lashes, epecially when his cock is free and he's squirming to be touched more.]
Suppose I will have to. [His voice comes out as another heady moan, needy, and wanting to skip right to the best part rather than all this build up. However, he knows the gentle crescendo and domination are some of Astarion's favorite parts of their arrangement, so Tav will try to exert some patience even as he's practically writhing against the tree.]
[ The urge to sink down and take Tav's cock into his mouth is almost overwhelming, but he resists. Too fast, too soon. Instead, he lets his fingers trace down the side of his body, along his waist to his hips, teasing. Feeling the skin, how warm he is, how beautiful...
It's lovely. Astarion hums, pleased. ]
You are quite the treat, aren't you.
[ And then, finally, he wraps a hand around his cock. ]
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Date: 2023-08-27 01:13 pm (UTC)The gentle touch at his wrists surprises him and his affectionate smile warps into something softer.] Promise. Make sure they’re not to loose, either.
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Date: 2023-08-27 01:21 pm (UTC)[ Astarion is deliberate as he tightens the rope just a little more, lifting his eyes - they're dark, and it's clear that he's on the edge of being hungry. He's growing accustomed to their little arrangement.
When he's done, his fingers trace the shape of the rope curiously, head tilted for a moment. It's clear that he's pensive, thinking - before his lips curl into a smile all over again. ]
There you are.
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Date: 2023-08-27 01:57 pm (UTC)then he rolls a successful insight checkthen he sees Astarion’s expression change from teasing to something more thoughtful.Tav tries to reach out with his bound hands to curl his fingers around his love’s much paler ones.]
What is it?
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Date: 2023-08-27 11:14 pm (UTC)[ Which isn't totally a lie; it's enough of a truth that Astarion feels no guilt whatsoever at dismissing it entirely. Instead, he focuses on tugging at the rope, to draw Tav closer with a little smirk and the promise of something a lot more to go with it. ]
Did you have any other plans for this evening?
do you play anywhere? :>
Date: 2023-08-28 01:25 am (UTC)I have cleared the evening of everything but time with you, however you wish to spend it.
not atm! just on memes
Date: 2023-08-28 11:38 am (UTC)Considering that you're wrapped up like a little present? I had some ideas.
lmk if you do? he's delightful
Date: 2023-08-28 01:55 pm (UTC)Just chalk it up in the column of 'not his best ideas', but somewhere far below 'losing an eye to a hag.'
For now, though, Tav has zero problems with Astarion's fangs because the only taste there will eventually be his own blood.]
A present, just for you.
i will!! ty!
Date: 2023-08-28 02:16 pm (UTC)[ Astarion finds he quite likes this - he feels a little as though he is the one in control, and it makes him feel a touch more at ease about it all. He considers, briefly, what it might be like if he was the one with his hands bound, if his legs were twined together, and he shakes it off immediately. It's not a thought he wants to entertain, not when there is something far more interesting to focus on.
Moving closer, he angles himself so he can almost straddle Tav, leaning down as he pushes his arms up above his head with a hand around the rope. ]
I don't think I want to open it just yet.
[ And, leaning in, he kisses him - hard. ]
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Date: 2023-08-28 03:28 pm (UTC)Tav responds in kind, turning his head just enough to properly slot their mouths together, so he can lick against Astarion's cold lips to request entrance.
They've done this so many times before and yet every time is like the first and Tav treasures being able to have Astarion so close after dancing around each other for so long. (Tav may have even flirted with Gale, if just to get Astarion's attentions.)]
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Date: 2023-08-28 03:46 pm (UTC)It's not as if he imagines the other man could be particularly upset at the notion of being bitten now.
His other hand moves, trusting his partner to keep his hand in place as it trails down, searching out the curve of a hip before it goes higher, exploring Tav's chest with a gentle scratch of his nails. ]
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Date: 2023-08-28 04:26 pm (UTC)The other teasing hand, however, now that earns a groan, echoing through their mouths. Tav pulls back just enough to finally break out his dumb joke.]
Thought it was considered rude to play with one's food. [Breathless but grinning up at Astarion with ruby lips.]
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Date: 2023-08-28 04:59 pm (UTC)I wasn't playing. I was enjoying myself.
[ Still, he goes back to his focus; he leans in, trailing the kisses down and along Tav's jaw, against the spot he so regularly bites, his other hand moving lower to brush over his cock. ]
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Date: 2023-08-28 05:16 pm (UTC)No of course not. My mistake, Astarion.
[But his cheeky smile squeezes past anyway, or it does until Astarion's lips kiss over the scarred over marks on his neck. They've grown more and more sensitive with each bite, so much so that even touching them provokes a shudder. Those cold lips do far more than earn a shudder. Tav's body reacts instinctually: he turns his head to the side to provide more room, his breathing slows, and he can almost feel that cold, sharp prick of pain long before the bite ever comes.
Speaking of pricks, Tav is almost too distracted with Astarion's lips on his neck to notice the touch to his cock. Almost. He gasps, the sound light and yet somehow heavy with his need to be held firm and taken. He wants to reciprocate, but his bound hands and feet give him little to do. Still, he reaches up for the hem of Astarion's shirt and tries to begin tugging it free.]
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Date: 2023-08-28 09:55 pm (UTC)[ He says it so curtly that it's dismissing the matter entirely, his focus elsewhere. Best not to dwell.
It's easier to focus on the shape of Tav's neck, to let his teeth scrape gently, to suck a little - not biting, because that's not what they're here tonight. Perhaps a little bit later they might indulge in a touch of biting, but for now? He just lets himself scrape and suck, wanting to leave even more of a mark. Not quite claiming, or ownership, but because he can.
It's rare that Astarion lets himself do things just because he wants it. It's difficult.
He feels the tug on his shirt, however, and leans back, eyes narrowing a little. ]
I didn't say that you could move your hands.
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Date: 2023-08-29 12:50 am (UTC)Tav's bound hands still again when he's caught with the fabric of Astarion's tunic in his hands, fingers curled tight, but wanting to run along the muscle he knows lies beneath.]
You didn't. But you also didn't said I couldn't. [Tav is clearly well versed in pushing buttons-- it's how he ends up in so many scrapes.] I want to touch you, please. Let me make you feel as good as you've made me feel.
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Date: 2023-08-29 09:08 am (UTC)[ Leaning back, he reaches up to press Tav's hands up above him once again, the rope scraping against the tree behind him before he lets go. Then he reaches to tug off his own shirt, letting it drop neatly to the side as he moves himself closer, lips twitching ever so slightly. ]
I'll tell you when you can move your hands. You'll just have to wait until I'm ready.
[ And then, to quiet any protests, he kisses him gently. ]
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Date: 2023-08-29 01:11 pm (UTC)But then the vampire kisses him, lips gently sealed over his, and Tav melts into it, his desires temporarily sated.
Except for a quiet voice in the back of his head that tells him to rend Astarion limb from limb, but Tav can swallow that down for now.]
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Date: 2023-08-29 01:24 pm (UTC)Leaning back, he continues the trail of kisses as his hand goes back to where it was before, stroking Tav carefully - teasingly - through the leather of his trousers, a sly little smile on his face. ]
Much better.
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Date: 2023-08-29 01:33 pm (UTC)But Tav also doesn't expect things to happen that quickly. Not when he's so nicely tied up like a present for Astarion to unwrap. ]
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Date: 2023-08-29 03:47 pm (UTC)Leaning back, he glances down at Tav's trousers with a slight huff. ]
We should've taken these off before we started.
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Date: 2023-08-29 04:07 pm (UTC)We still can. [Once more, Tav is breathless, pupil wide and blown in his good eye.] They aren't cursed on, promise.
[Though if anyone would find a way to get them cursed on by accident, it would be Tav.]
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Date: 2023-08-29 05:26 pm (UTC)[ He reaches to tug the leather down, to free Tav's cock for him to touch and enjoy - and leave his legs doubly bound. He glances up, just to make sure it's alright, careful and considered. He doesn't quite want to push.
Not really. ]
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Date: 2023-08-29 05:38 pm (UTC)Suppose I will have to. [His voice comes out as another heady moan, needy, and wanting to skip right to the best part rather than all this build up. However, he knows the gentle crescendo and domination are some of Astarion's favorite parts of their arrangement, so Tav will try to exert some patience even as he's practically writhing against the tree.]
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Date: 2023-08-29 08:36 pm (UTC)It's lovely. Astarion hums, pleased. ]
You are quite the treat, aren't you.
[ And then, finally, he wraps a hand around his cock. ]
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Date: 2023-08-29 08:55 pm (UTC)However, when Astarion touches him at long last, Tav releases a long, heady moan.]
Astarion.
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