[ 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. ]
[ His hand wraps properly around Tav's cock now, his body settling down, straddling his legs as best he can. It's not a perfect angle, but that isn't the point, now, is it? The point is pleasure, and that he can do. ]
[Tav struggles against his own desires, to move his hands or shift his hips wider, but Astarion has his hand on his cock and the flames of pleasure lick up his insides faster than Tav can attempt to hush them. It's a rush of want want want amongst quiet of the forest around them, a blazing fire amongst the crisp, cool air.
He releases another soft gasp, lilting high like a song, as if Tav were a pretty little bird in Astarion's grip.]
[ 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... ]
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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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Date: 2023-08-29 09:07 pm (UTC)Lips curling, pleased now to be luxuriating in pleasure rather than conversation, Astarion hums. It's like the cat who got the cream. ]
Is that good?
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Date: 2023-08-29 09:13 pm (UTC)Please. [ Tav begs shamelessly, without reserve.]
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Date: 2023-08-29 09:22 pm (UTC)[ Astarion leans forward, pressing a kiss to Tav's neck, then lower, to his collarbone, hand still moving slowly and carefully. ]
Don't forget to keep your hands steady, yes?
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Date: 2023-08-29 09:33 pm (UTC)[That doesn’t stop him from melting at the kiss to his neck, go weak in the knees with a long shudder.]
Anything.
[His words continue to lilt higher the longer Astarion works his cock. It’s perfect, it’s glorious.]
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Date: 2023-08-30 12:58 pm (UTC)[ His hand wraps properly around Tav's cock now, his body settling down, straddling his legs as best he can. It's not a perfect angle, but that isn't the point, now, is it? The point is pleasure, and that he can do. ]
Let's just start with this.
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Date: 2023-08-30 01:08 pm (UTC)He releases another soft gasp, lilting high like a song, as if Tav were a pretty little bird in Astarion's grip.]
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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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