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Astarion props his chin up with his hand and glances over his shoulder at Halsin, who's staring intently at his cock lying thick and throbbing over the curve of Astarion's ass.
Understandable really. For the implication of just how deep he'll soon be inside Astarion is enough to surprise even this gentle giant.
Astarion smirks, lets the drag of his gaze pull Halsin's attention, and then says, "Oh don't be shy now, darling. We've barely gotten started."
"I am—I am not," Halsin replies. His eyes are back on his own cock and when his hips shift Astarion feels precum smear into the small of his back.
"The tent fabric is thin. You will not mind the others being privy to our activities?"
Astarion blinks, eyes flickering over to the tent entrance. Out against the edges of the campfire’s touch, their companions pass time with ale and chatter.
And Halsin is correct. They would hear.
Eyes back to Halsin, Astarion ups the purr in his voice. "An audience to my performance? Please. It'll be a gift."
Halsin has always been different. In the little time they'd known each other, Astarion had quickly picked up how little use his impenetrable wall was against a bear.
His perfect facade. Ignored and treated with a furrow of a scarred brow and a hesitance that makes Astarion squirm. He is all too used to being naked. And yet Halsin need only to catch his eye for Astarion to feel ripped bare and exposed.
Curse druids and their incessant soul searching within nature.
And curse Halsin for being hot enough for Astarion to ignore his own self-preservation.
Astarion’s always been into pretty things but Halsin is not pretty. He’s handsome. Rugged. Body all corded muscle and dark hairs. Big enough to hold Astarion down and fuck his head empty.
It had been alluring, to catch his eye night after night over the campfire.
"You're thinking too much,' Astarion finally mutters. He means it. How dare this beast be distracted by Astarion, and not Astarion’s body. It’s practically an insult.
He can still feel Halsin’s contemplation. That hesitation even when presented with something men dream of.
It irritates him.
"Are you going to fuck me or not? I guarantee you our traveling companions would all be more than happy to break my back any day, but I'd rather the experience be enjoyable for me too."
"That is my concern. That it will be enjoyable for you."
Why can’t he be as blind as your average Baldurian?
"Yes. It will be," Astarion finds himself snapping. "Just don't ruin it with your brutish grunts."
For a moment he believes Halsin may pull back—that he’ll leave Astarion prepared and oiled all for nothing. He prepares for it, pouting and shifting his face away from view.
Though, it seems Halsin is not so cruel. Astarion can hear his sigh.
“If you are sure. Then it would please me greatly to share the night with you,” he says, gracious in tone as if he wasn’t currently cock in hand and straddling Astarion’s thighs.
Recovering the playful lilt in his voice, Astarion replies, “It’ll be my treat.”
He feels a thumb against his crack and then Halsin is spreading him open, one cheek pulled away to reveal his most intimate parts.
It’s been two hundred years since Astarion’s vulnerability could be revealed by his body and it certainly doesn’t appear now. He waits instead—modesty long ago stolen—and peeks a look at Halsin once again struggling.
“Yes, I know I’m beautiful but could you hurry up and get the words out now,” he smirks.
“You’re beautiful.”
Predictable.
What is less predictable is just how wide Halsin ends up feeling with his tip kissing Astarion’s rim. It bounces off his opening a few times, precum sliding with the oil there, until finally Astarion’s rim suckles him right in.
Halsin pushes forward, grunting at the tightness.
Astarion's eyes flutter shut, lips tilting up and a shaky exhale coming from between them.
Yes.
This is what he has wanted. That all too familiar fullness, opening him up and making his thoughts cloudy.
“Oh…” Astarion arches into the slow push of Halsin’s hips. “F-Fuck…”
The stretch is intense and seemingly never ending, pushing forward and forward, deeper and deeper. His insides hug Halsin’s cock and oil helps it sink inside in the moments when it seems that Astarion can’t stretch any further. But he does, groaning and taking it until finally Halsin’s hips are flush with his ass and there’s nowhere more for him to go.
Halsin is hung…well, like a bear, and every nudge of his fat tip inside Astarion is a reminder of that.
Halsin fucks like a bear too; just like Astarion had hoped. The pace and stamina and strength of one is there, rocking into him, stuffing him on the right side of uncomfortable and then leaving him missing the fullness when his hips pull back.
It’s one of those fucks that has Astarion’s ass bouncing against Halsin’s hips.
Where every slide inside forces an obscene stretch to his insides, cock thick and veiny and providing constant pressure against his sweet spot.
Balls the size of Astarion’s fists slapping against his own with every thrust and the vampire’s face pinches as his focus slips away.
“Ngh! Mngh!”
Astarion sinks his head down, forehead against the thin cotton of his tent’s interior and the tip of his nose bumping against the soil under it every time Halsin fucks forward.
Here he can disappear.
Without a flush on his face or sweat beading on his forehead; feelings Astarion no longer recalls but misses regardless.
He disappears instead with whimpers tearing from his throat and fingers that fist into the cotton to find some purchase against the pleasure.
It is a shame then, that Halsin finds him so quickly.
“Do that again and I’ll fucking kill you.” Astarion hisses those words. Not because he does enjoy the trail of kisses Halsin has been leaving up his back. No. No. He rather enjoys partaking in the sweetness of a lip's touch.
But rather it’s Halsin’s intention behind them. Kisses on pale skin. Up perfection and then up scars. Kisses to find where Astarion hides when everyone is looking.
How dare he!
“Would you like me to stop?” He’s not just asking about the kisses now. “You seemed—.”
Why are you asking?
Gods. He'd actually stop if Astarion asked.
“No." Astarion says finally. “Enjoy me. And make me cum.”
Halsin had been still inside him, thick arms bracketed around Astarion’s shoulders. Perfect for Astarion to curl his fingers around and pull himself up to drag his tongue up against tan skin.
“Continue,” he teases. Confidence returned. “I won’t bite if you do.”
Halsin appears happy enough with that. Finally fooled like the rest it seems.
It’s easy to let him catch the way the drag of cock against Astarion’s walls has his eyes rolling up.
They like that normally.
And Halsin does too, voicing it in a deep rumble of a groan that has Astarion’s own cock twitching in response.
He resumes his fucking, and the fabric of the tent is certainly not enough to conceal their noises now.
Astarion lets himself moan. Halsin does not seem the type to get off to poetry of his fucking abilities and so the vampire doesn’t bother.
Maybe instead Astarion plays up his vocals. Maybe he doesn’t. It gets a little confusing when Halsin really pins him down and and fucks him hard enough for sound of the lube squelching to become audible.
It feels good. Oh, so, good.
Astarion only just about manages to wriggle his hand under himself to wrap his fingers around his own cock. He’s leaking profusely and it only takes a loose fist around himself and the rocking caused by Halsin’s fucking to stimulate himself.
“Aah! Ah…right, there.”
He’s close. Within reach of the embrace of an orgasm and just needing the final push to reach it.
Halsin helps him without complaint. There’s a hand pressing down on the small of Astarion’s back and the perfect angle has the vampire’s whimpers stuttering, toes curling and hole clenching when Halsin seems to sink even deeper inside him.
He’s there. Physically. Mentally. Eyes seeing for the first time during sex in forever. Astarion can see Halsin and Halsin can see him.
Astarion, vampire spawn and newly escaped pet, squirming from pleasure and being guided towards his release.
“Mnn! Agh! O-Oh…!”
He’s cumming. Wetness coats his fingers and he tightens up so much around Halsin’s cock that Astarion gasps at the feeling, joining Halsin’s moan. His legs shake, trapped under Halsin’s, whose own thrusts are getting clumsy now.
With his hole clenching and unclenching involuntarily it does not take long for Halsin to join the euphoria of a release long sought.
Interestingly, it is not disgust Astarion feels when a thick wetness fills him.
“Mm.” He pushes into it and makes sure Halsin’s release does not escape. A lazy smile takes over his features and Astarion props himself up again to fully watch rather than just observe from the corner of his eye.
He doesn’t even hate the kiss Halsin plants on his cheek, the puff of warm breath against his skin or the sweaty palm the druid uses on Astarion’s skin to pull himself out without causing a mess.
“People who list nature as their best friend are undoubtedly freaks in bed, what else is there to do under the stars than fuck each other silly,” Astarion drawls. “Alas, I was correct! As always. You do know how to use that cock of yours.”
Halsin snorts in amusement, a handsome smile on his lips that Astarion enjoys the sight of.
He could get used to this. Not hiding.
“I will not lie. There may be some…behaviors…that would sour the minds of city folk.”
“My dear.” Astarion gestures wildly. “There is not a city around for days. Indulge me.”