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When they arrive at Last Light, most of his companions are eager to stay at the Inn. These are the first real beds they’ve seen in a long time, and Halsin does not blame them for wanting to take advantage of that, and the access to bathing tubs and readily available hot water to fill them. Even if the beds here were large enough to fit him comfortably, Halsin would not have been tempted to stay indoors tonight. The place is too crowded, too loud, and as void of nature as this place may be, he at least wants to be out of doors, not caged by four walls.
Luckily, their hosts are kind enough to provide them with a moonshield for their camp, so he’s not forced to lodge at the Inn. He happily uses the warm water and tub to wash off the road, but after that he returns to camp. Though he does adore his companions, he’s not upset to spend an evening in the relatively empty camp. Privacy is hard to come by these days, and he can admit that he’s still not used to the way they must all but live atop of each other. Tonight, it’s quiet by the fire, eerily so with no life in the surrounding lands. The only sounds that do drift into the camp are haunted and lifeless.
But still, he finds it peaceful out here with the fire crackling, a leather strop in hand, and a blade to sharpen. That’s where Astarion finds him when he comes back from the Inn’s tavern, where he’s spent part of his evening drinking with Tav and Karlach. Halsin doesn’t care much for drink, not for himself at least, but he always enjoys a good evening with friends who have imbibed, their laughter, their antics. And he’s glad that Astarion has something that he does with people he genuinely calls friends. He’s not sure that would have been the case a few weeks ago. But he had not been up to joining them this evening, his mind preoccupied by the shadow curse.
“My heart,” Halsin murmurs as Astarion approaches. “I wondered if you’d come to me tonight, or if you’d rather the comforts of a bed while it’s available to you.”
“Oh, please, darling, I’m well accustomed to sleeping rough these days,” Astarion says airily, waving his hand dismissively toward the inn at his back. “I’d hardly know what to do with myself if I didn’t wake up with a rock digging into my back.”
Halsin laughs. “You could always change your mind, I’m sure they’ll find you a bed at Last Light,” he points out, and Astarion rolls his eyes before dropping lightly into Halsin’s lap. He’s cold as marble against Halsin’s fire warmed skin, and he finds it soothing, comfortable, like throwing off extra furs during an overheated sleep.
“And miss out on having the camp all to ourselves, darling? I wouldn’t dream of it,” Astarion says, and then he leans in to kiss Halsin. Halsin welcomes his lips eagerly. No matter how often he gets to do this, he will never get used to the feeling of Astarion’s lips against his, glacier cold, and soft as down. And Astarion kisses with a feverish vigor, as if he needs to take as much of this as he can as quickly as he can, and Halsin, gods help him, is so easily swept up, ready to give him everything he wants.
“I admit, I agree with you about enjoying the solitude of our camp this evening,” Halsin says when they break away. “Not that I do not enjoy their company, but I look forward to spending an evening alone with you for a change.”
Smirking, Astarion shifts so that he’s straddling Halsin instead of sitting across his lap, and all but purrs, “If I knew all it would take was some privacy, we could have snuck off ages ago. Found some dark old mushroom patch in the underdark, and you could’ve had your way with me.” His hand snakes down between them, making an effort to find Halsin through his trousers.
After the last several weeks, Halsin is used to Astarion offering himself to him for reasons that are less than ideal. After he wakes Halsin up accidentally with a nightmare, when he needs to feed, any time he thinks Halsin may tire of him. And he’s also used to gently reminding Astarion that he does not owe him sex, that he does not need to do any of the things that he doesn’t want to.
Astarion admits, in the stillness right before they slip in their trances, that he doesn’t want to have sex in those moments when he offers, but it’s become such an ingrained instinct for him, he’s not sure what else to do. And though Halsin is used to Astarion offering his body whenever he feels he owes Halsin somehow, Halsin’s heart still breaks a little for him each time.
Halsin may be used to Astarion propositioning him, but he’s hardly used to him physically throwing himself at him, a new escalation of the old habit. But it doesn’t matter either way to Halsin, he’s not moving forward with anything without Astarion’s eagerly given consent, so he picks the little elf up and deposits him on the bench at his side. “Halsin!” Astarion complains, but Halsin ignores him and asks, “Astarion, what is this?”
“What do you mean what is this?” Astarion snips, dusting invisible wrinkles from his clothing before he crosses his arms, chin sticking up in the air as he glares up at Halsin. “Perhaps you’re unfamiliar with the concept. Shall I explain it in graphic detail?”
“My heart, I wish us to speak plainly,” Halsin says patiently. “You have not expressed to me that anything has changed for you. I am not pressing you for this. I am not rushing you.”
“Gods, you’re dramatic sometimes!” Astarion complains. “I was just—I thought you might want…” Astarion tuts. “I was thinking maybe we could try.”
“Is that something you truly want, little star?” Halsin asks him, not trying to dissuade him, but still needing to check.
“Well, if you must know,” Astarion says haughtily, though Halsin knows it’s all for show, “it’s starting to drive me a little mad. It’s all I can think about lately, you see. I lay awake next to you at night wondering what it would be like to have your hands all over me, your mouth. I’m starting to feel rather like a cat in heat. And truly, darling, that is just embarrassing for me. Wanting someone? Truly, actually wanting them? Pining over them like some lovelorn fool?” He shudders for effect. “It’s positively mortifying. So, I thought perhaps I might… do something about that.”
“Oh, you did, hm?” Halsin smirks. “And what, perchance, were you thinking about doing about it? Specifically. I am rather unfamiliar with the concept, after all,” he teases, and Astarion pinches him. Halsin grins before snatching him up and pulling him back into his lap.
“Would you make up your mind, you brute, and stop tossing me around?” Astarion complains while throwing his arms around Halsin and squirming to get comfortable in his lap.
“Tell me, lover, what do you desire?”
“I—” Astarion stops, frowning at him, and Halsin’s heart twists around itself at the look of confusion on Astarion’s face. Because he clearly doesn’t have any idea how to answer that question. Shaking his head, Astarion averts his eyes, and starts to pull back, curling in on himself. “Well, really, aren’t you supposed to be the one figuring that out? Am I to just give you all the answers, or would you care to put in a little effort?”
“My heart, we can figure out what you like, what you want, together,” Halsin assures him. “Is there anything you’d like to try first?”
Astarion swallows, but shakes his head. “I… I just thought… you could have sex with me,” Astarion mumbles, and the way he says it, as if it will just be happening to him, makes Halsin want to put a stop to this entire thing. But Astarion has come to him expressing sexual desire for the first time, and Halsin is not going to act as if he knows what Astarion wants more than Astarion does.
“We will make love tonight if that is your wish, my heart, have no doubts,” Halsin assures him. “But I can think of a bevy of ways to make your body sing. Would you like to try some of those things as well?”
The nearly scandalized look on Astarion’s face tells him that, if the little vampire could, he’d be blushing furiously right now, but he nods all the same, and Halsin smiles as he drags him in for a long, lingering kiss.
“Darling, I’m sure that, in more fruitful lands, you would love to do this with the stars for an audience, but I think I’d prefer to not feel as though anything here were watching us.”
Halsin chuckles. “Yes, I find that idea to be rather unsettling as well,” he agrees, before he stands, scooping Astarion into his arms.
“Oh, now you’re just showing off for no reason,” Astarion complains, but there’s a wild spark of mirth in his eyes, and Halsin wants to swallow it up.
He brings them to his tent, placing Astarion delicately on his feet. Halsin has to duck a bit to stand in the tent, but it makes it easier to steal another kiss from Astarion, who gives a pleased hum as he dives into it. While his tongue slips into Astarion’s mouth, exploring and tasting him, his fingers slip beneath the hem of Astarion’s linen shirt, and he smooths his palm over Astarion’s cool, smooth skin. Seeming to be spurred by Halsin’s exploration, Astarion begins tugging at Halsin’s shirt, trying to remove it with impatience.
“Off,” he complains, breaking the kiss. “Please,” he amends, and Halsin chuckles affectionately. He loves the little moments where Astarion feels safe and comfortable enough to be bossy with him. He leans in and steals one more kiss from Astarion’s lips before yanking the shirt over his head, and going one step further by lowering his trousers as well, and Astarion eyes widen as he takes Halsin in. When he finally drags his eyes back up to meet Halsin’s, there’s trepidation there, and Halsin pulls him in.
“I’ll be gentle, little star, do not worry,” Halsin tells him, lips still brushing Astarion’s, and the little elf shudders in his arms. Halsin kisses him again, long and slow, until he feels Astarion’s tension leak out of him.
“I am feeling rather overdressed, darling. Would you care to do something about that?” Astarion asks, giving him a flirtatious look, and Halsin can tell that Astarion is still with him, this is still what he wants to be doing, but he’s slipping into a role, a performance that feels safe for him. And Halsin doesn’t mind, he’s patient enough to strip that all away.
He does not deny his request though, and he makes short work of relieving Astarion of his clothing, taking in the creamy, smooth skin revealed beneath each item. His hands explore Astarion’s body, running over the curve of his hip, up his side, and Astarion presses into wherever Halsin’s hands roam.
Eventually, despite Astarion’s refusal to let go and his insistence on keeping their lips connected, Halsin manages to shift them down onto the blankets and furs that cover his tent floor by picking Astarion up and moving him, barely ignoring the wanton moan that falls from Astarion’s lips as he does. Halsin lays him down, parting his thighs gently so he can slot between them.
“You’re perfect, my love,” Halsin tells him, bringing their lips back together.
“Oh, please,” Astarion rolls his eyes. “You needn’t flatter, Halsin. You already get to fuck me.”
“Astarion, I speak only truths, and I think you are absolutely perfect,” Halsin tells him, running his fingers through Astarion’s curls.
“I—thank you,” Astarion murmurs, eyes soft, and Halsin kisses him again.
The air between them seems to shift, pressing in closer as the world zeros down to just them. Halsin is, perhaps, a bit indulgent as he licks into Astarion’s mouth, hungry for more of him. His lips travel along the sharp line of his jaw, nipping just underneath on his throat just to hear Astarion gasp. Beneath him, Astarion is growing hard against his thigh, pressed between them, and Halsin knows his own arousal is just as evident. As Halsin kisses down Astarion’s throat and along his collarbone, the little elf grips his hair, long fingers intertwined in Halsin’s long locks.
“May I get you ready?” Halsin asks him softly, stroking his flank soothingly, and Astarion nods, eyes casting away from Halsin in an uncharacteristic display of shyness. But Halsin knows that this isn’t for show, that Astarion isn't playing at demurred innocence. No, this truly is uncharted territory for Astarion, who probably is not used to having a lover, someone who wants to take the time to prepare him. “Astarion, look at me, love,” Halsin murmurs, and Astarion drags his eyes back to him. “I will stop if I do something you do not enjoy, merely say the word. I swear that to you.”
“Dear, you know I do trust you, right?” Astarion says, anxiety bleeding into his words. “Gods, you constantly have to convince me that you’re not some cruel bastard, and it’s not that I don’t trust you. I-I know that you’re a good man, Halsin, I just… the parts of me that are left are broken and vile. I don’t know how to trust you. But I know that’s… that’s not your fault.”
Halsin kisses him softly, a chaste peck more to soothe his nerves than anything, and says, “Astarion, whatever trust means to you, it’s an honor for me to have it. And you say you do not know how to trust me, but we are here, in this moment, and this couldn’t happen without trust.”
“Well, that and lust,” Astarion teases, but Halsin can see the affection in his eyes and chuckles.
“Yes, well, I do suppose that lust has also played its part. I won’t deny my desires for you,” Halsin says. “But still, we are not able to share this moment if you were not willing to share your trust with me. I do not doubt that for a moment, little one.”
“I want to be so much more for you, Halsin, because you deserve that,” Astarion says. “But I just… I don’t think I can give you the things that you could get with others. I don’t see any reason you’d keep me around.”
“I don’t need more, that is not what this is about,” Halsin says. “You are enough as you are.”
“I want to believe that, I really do,” Astarion says. “It sounds so nice. And if—if I thought it could be true with anyone, it would be you.”
“One day, you will know it to be true,” Halsin says. “For now, it is enough to know you feel safe with me. You’re a bright spot in all of this darkness, I hope you know that. Would that I could take you from this monstrous place, bring you somewhere safe and beautiful, for you deserve that and so much more. You are a part of my heart now, little star, it cannot be without you.”
“Halsin,” Astarion murmurs softly, looking up at him with eyes full of adoration that fills Halsin’s heart with warmth. “I’m ready. I-I want us to—” Astarion stops, jaw twitching as a moment of turmoil seems to flicker behind his eyes. “Well, honestly, you don’t need it spelled out.”
He certainly does not. Halsin smiles at him, warm and soft, and kisses him softly.
And without further ado, Halsin sets himself to the delectable task of preparing his lover’s body to receive him. The first thing he does is grab the oil from his backpack, thankful that he has a large quantity, knowing that he’ll be using it generously. Halsin knows he is by no means average in size, and that his lovers require time, patience, and care to take him pleasurably.
And he intends to bring ecstasy to Astarion, to give him back the things that were taken. His lips travel down Astarion’s body, searing a line of kisses across his chest before he takes his time laving attention on each nipple, his fingers and tongue working over the firm buds until they deepen into a wine-stained maroon from his attention. Continuing down Astarion’s body, he lets his tongue trail over Astarion’s hip bone, teeth sinking in gently, and Astarion gasps, squirming slowly.
Astarion’s cock lays on his stomach, hard and leaking, and it’s a temptation that Halsin has to force himself to resist, instead, he sits up and, gripping Astarion’s calves, pushes his legs up until his feet are by his pointed ears, and his hole is exposed to Halsin.
“What are you—” Astarion gasps, sounding slightly scandalized, and Halsin dives in face first, tongue dragging across Astarion’s tight hole, and the elf’s hips jerk as he inhales sharply, and squeaks out, “Halsin!” In shock. Heat is pooling in his stomach already as he swirls his tongue around the furl of muscle, and the tension bleeds away from Astarion.
“O-Oh, fuck, that’s—Halsin,” Astarion groans, gripping Halsin hair tightly but not to pull him away, to keep him close. “Don’t stop,” he whispers, and Halsin, who has no intentions to, growls, low and warm, from the back of his throat and traces his tongue around Astarion’s rim.
Astarion’s grip in his hair tightens as he drags Halsin closer, grinding against his tongue, and Halsin hungry probes at his hole with his tongue until the muscle softens and relents to his insistence. Astarion moans, high and rasping in the back of his throat, when Halsin’s tongue slips inside him, feet kicking at the air. The wild sounds leaving him, unbridled and unabated, are making Halsin’s cock throb with anticipation, knowing all the other noises he could pull from this sweet little elf, and he’s reaching for the oil as Astarion is tugging him back by his hair and gasping, “wait, wait, wait, I can’t—I’m gonna—I don’t want to finish yet. I want—I want you inside of me, my darling.”
Sitting back, Halsin let’s Astarion’s legs come down to drape over his hips, running his palms up and down them gently. Halsin has never been shy with love, he’s never been one to fight it, or hide from it, and thus he has experiences beyond what many have had the chance to have. But he has never known a love like that which he has for Astarion. Trust and adoration pour out of Astarion, when Halsin knows damn well that he’d have every right to be wracked with fear and trepidation right now. After 200 years of abuse, Astarion has more than earned his skepticism. And yet, he is willing to trust him with this, to trust Halsin with his body, his heart, and his mind, each piece intricate, each piece needing care.
He leans in and kisses Astarion gently. “I need to open you up, my love. I do not want to hurt you,” he says. “And then I will give you everything you desire.”
“Oh, there’s no need for you to do all that,” Astarion says, grabbing for the oil. “I am well versed in preparing myself, let me handle the dreary task.”
“Do you not wish for me to prepare you?” Halsin asks, head tilting to the side.
“Oh, it’s not that, darling, no, no,” Astarion insists. “But you’ve been doing an awful lot of work so far, I thought I might earn my keep, and—”
“This is not work for me, Astarion,” Halsin stops him. “Preparing your body to receive me is a privilege, my love. Using pleasure and love and care to do it is a gift for me, as much as it’s intended for you.”
For a moment, Astarion looks like he wants to say something, eyes darting wildly between Halsin’s but he swallows, and plasters a smirk across his lips before he says, “Well, if you’re insisting, who am I to stop you, darling?”
Halsin grins at him, and snatches up the oil to coat his fingers. Hooking one of Astarion’s legs behind the knee, he pushes it up slightly to give himself access to Astarion’s entrance. There’s an incredible amount of uncertainty in Astarion’s eyes, and Halsin almost wants to stop and check again that he’s sure about this, but he has no intentions of making Astarion feel coddled here. No, Astarion is sharp as his fangs, and Halsin knows the last thing he wants is to be treated like he’s made of glass. And besides, Halsin needs to trust that Astarion will ask him to stop if he wants him to, just as he needs to trust him to know whether he’s ready or not.
So, he doesn’t stop. With one oiled finger, he traces Astarion’s puckered hole with featherlight touches just to watch the little elf shiver and twitch. “Oh, don’t be a vicious little tease,” Astarion complains, and Halsin cocks an eyebrow at him. “Oh, so sorry dear, is that not the right flavor for you? Shall I beg instead?” Astarion’s words go breathless, seductive. “Please,” he murmurs. “Oh, please, won’t you take me? I need your—” Halsin sinks a thick finger all the way into Astarion’s waiting entrance, cutting the elf’s words off and forcing a gasp from him.
“I’d prefer you not put on a show for me, little one,” Halsin tells him, and Astarion whimpers below him. “I’ll have you as you truly are, or not at all.”
“F-fuck,” Astarion stumbles, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Gods, Halsin, your fingers are… thick .”
Halsin chuckles warmly. “Yes,” he agrees. “Thick, and clumsy,” he says as he pulls back and slides a second finger in right to the last knuckle. Astarion arches up, using his leg hooked over Halsin’s arm for leverage, but Halsin stays with him. “Unfortunately so,” he says, smirking at Astarion.
“Oh, fuck me,” Astarion groans, and Halsin pulls his fingers back, just to let them slide back in slow and deep. Astarion takes two fingers well, but Halsin knows that he’s going to need much more than that if he’s to take Halsin’s cock. And the sweet thing seems determined to. So, he spends some time stroking his fingers into Astarion, feeling his body softening around them, before he lines up a third. This time, he gives Astarion time to process that information, teasing his entrance playfully. Growling, Astarion snaps, “Get on with it, druid! Gods, the new day shall be upon us before I ever get your cock at this pace!”
For a moment, Halsin considers admonishing him, whether playfully or not he’s not sure, but Astarion actually looks rather thrilled by his mouthiness, and Halsin doesn’t entirely mind it. He’s had lovers who like to push boundaries just to get Halsin to remind them, but this doesn’t seem to be that. Astarion likes bossing Halsin around. The knowledge makes heat pool in Halsin’s gut, his cock heavy and full and aching for Astarion. But he’ll wait. He’s got orders to follow.
Three fingers sink in deep, as Halsin leans in to kiss Astarion. He begins to pump them in and out, tugging on his rim, seeking the sweet spot inside of him that should set Astarion ablaze. “I am so sorry, my heart,” Halsin says. “Anything you please, however you please. I want to serve you, my love.”
Astarion’s eyes snap to Halsin’s hungry in a way he’s yet to see from him this whole time. “That’s—” Astarion stops, whole body still as he stares at Halsin, and slowly he nods. “Good.”
Without breaking the steady rhythm of his fingers dragging in and out of Astarion’s now eager hole, Halsin leans in and kisses him. He’s not sure how much longer Astarion will tolerate Halsin’s gentle ministrations, but he wants to keep working his body open, knowing what he will be receiving soon.
“Would it please you if I tasted you?” Halsin asks, lips brushing against Astarion’s and he receives a wide-eyed look of confusion in return. “If you wish, you may finish down my throat.”
“Oh, hells,” Astarion groans. “I—yes. Yes.”
“Tell me,” Halsin whispers. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Halsin, that’s—I—I want—will you—”
“No,” Halsin stops him. “ Tell me.”
“You’re being absurd, darling,” Astarion says, but he’s chewing his lip. “Oh, fine,” he sighs. Swallowing hard, he looks Halsin in the eye and says, “Pleasure me with your mouth, Halsin.”
“Yes, my love,” Halsin says, and dives in to swallow him down in one swift motion.
“Bloody hells,” Astarion sputters, grabbing onto Halsin’s hair. “Fucking—o-oh—”
Halsin doesn’t stop his fingers, doesn’t shy away when he finds Astarion’s sweet spot, and Astarion is writhing beneath him within moments. Halsin lets his tongue lull out of his mouth to lap at his balls and hears Astarion curse above him. Pulling back until he’s holding just the tip in his mouth, Halsin pauses for a heartbeat before he swallows him down again, pressing into him with his fingers as he does.
“Oh, gods, do that again,” Astarion orders, and then freezes. But Halsin does as he’s told, repeating the motion a few more times until Astarion is gripping his hair and crying out as he spills down Halsin’s throat.
Halsin swallows it all, keeping Astarion down his throat until the shuddering of his aftershocks stop, before pulling back and letting his softening cock slip out of his mouth. He eases his fingers from Astarion gently, letting his leg fall back to the furs around them. When he looks up at him, Astarion has his arms thrown over his face, not moving, not breathing.
“My heart, are you alright?” Halsin asks, immediately concerned that he’s upset him somehow.
“I’m fine,” Astarion mumbles into his arms.
“My love, will you look at me, please?” Halsin asks, but Astarion shakes his head, and Halsin hears the telltale sounds of him trying to swallow down a sob. “Oh, little star, come here.”
He sits back and pulls Astarion into his lap, holding him close to his chest, and Astarion exchanges his arms for Halsin’s throat as he buries his face into him and sobs. “Gods, I’m s-sorry,” Astarion chokes out. “Fucking r-ridiculous, I know.”
“Oh, Astarion, no,” Halsin murmurs. “It’s okay. Perhaps this was just too fast, and that’s okay. We can try again another—”
“No!” Astarion gasps out, pulling back to stare at Halsin. “Please, no! I don’t want to stop, I swear to you. That’s not—that’s not why I’m—please, I-I want this.”
“Astarion, my love, please tell me what is wrong so that I may dry your tears,” Halsin says. “I do not wish to stop if you’re enjoying yourself, but help me understand.”
“Oh, gods, it’s so stupid,” Astarion says. “Truly, I’m mortified to be blubbering like a child. But I… well, I’ve—no one’s ever done that to me. I’ve never… thousands of people, Halsin, I’ve been with thousands over the centuries, and n-no one has ever touched me like you do. Like they—like they care about me. Like all they wanted was for me to feel good.”
“That is all I want,” Halsin tells him.
“I know! And it’s a fucking heavy thing put on someone!” Astarion says, breaking down sobbing again. “You—You oughta be more c-careful throwing all that love around!”
“Oh, little star,” Halsin murmurs, pulling him in again. “You’re alright,” he tells him, rocking him gently as he cries. Astarion clings to him. “I’ve got you, love.”
“No!” Astarion snaps, pulling back suddenly. He swipes furiously at the tears on his face. “No! Don’t you dare coddle me. I see what you’re doing. You’ll lull me to sleep in no time at all. Well, I’m not having it! You said we’d fuck, I mean to take you up on that!”
Halsin laughs. “Truly, Astarion,” he says, shaking his head. “You think me too little a gentleman if you believe I am sending you to bed anything but satiated tonight.”
“Oh, hells,” Astarion murmurs, but he’s got a hungry look in his eye again.
Halsin spreads him back out amongst the furs and comes to kneel between his thighs. “Are you ready, my heart?” Halsin asks him, and Astarion nods, nerves evident in his eyes. Halsin grabs the oil again and coats his cock.
Taking himself in hand, Halsin leans in to kiss Astarion once more before he lines up with Astarion’s readied hole. “Just relax, Astarion,” Halsin reminds him, and Astarion rolls his eyes and huffs.
“I’m aware of how to take a cock, Halsin,” he says, snippily, but Halsin raises an eyebrow, and Astarion sighs. “I appreciate that you’re concerned, my dear, but I assure you I am ready for you.”
Halsin still hates the idea of hurting him, but Astarion is going to pass impatience soon if he doesn’t get over that worry, so Halsin pushes past the tightness of his rim until Astarion’s body eagerly pulls him in.
“Oh, fuck me,” Astarion gasps, and Halsin stills inside of him. “Don’t you dare. I’m perfectly fine,” Astarion says, and Halsin knows that it’s not necessarily true but this part is unavoidable, so he doesn’t fight him on it. Instead, he keeps pressing in, slow and steady, until his hips meet Astarion’s ass, and Halsin pitches forward, draping himself over Astarion.
The feeling of him, tight and wet, wrapped around Halsin’s cock is almost enough to drive him straight off the edge, but he breathes deeply and pulls himself back. Beneath him, Astarion is trembling slightly, arms wrapped around his neck, face buried in Halsin’s chest. Halsin brings a hand to the back of Astarion’s head and holds him close.
“I’ve got you, little star,” he says, softly.
Astarion’s lips move over his chest, planting shaky, wet kisses over his overheated skin. “Halsin,” he murmurs. “Gods, you’re—” Astarion arches up into him. “Will you—” He stops, pulling back to look at Halsin. “Move. I want you to—to move.”
“Anything, my love,” Halsin says, and pulls his hips back, dragging his cock slowly from Astarion’s grip, only to force himself back into Astarion’s body moments later, his cock carving space within the little elf’s tight channel.
“Fuck,” Astarion groans again. His lips part to graze his teeth against Halsin’s skin, not biting down, and Halsin growls, low and hot.
“I promised to satiate you, my love,” Halsin says, pulling back once more before snapping his hips forward, and Astarion moans desperately. Wrapping his arm around Astarion’s back, Halsin sits back on his heels and brings his lover with him so that Astarion is seated in his lap, Halsin’s cock still buried root deep inside of him. With his hand in Astarion’s curls, he guides the vampire's mouth to his throat. “Feed, little one.”
Astarion whines, a high, desperate sound, and sinks his teeth into Halsin’s throat. There’s an all too familiar flare of pain, the threat of something much worse, followed by the rush of tingling heat that wraps around him, chasing away the pain. Astarion pulls deeply from Halsin’s throat, rolling his hips as he does, and Halsin feels sparks flickering at the base of his spine. He gets his arms under Astarion’s legs, and with hands under his ass spreading his cheeks apart, lifts him up just enough to give himself room to pull back and thrust up into him. Without breaking the vampire’s meal, he starts to fuck into him.
Clearly distracted by the sudden onslaught, Astarion’s feeding stutters and slows as he tries to meet Halsin’s thrusts, but he finds his rhythm and continues to feed rather quickly. It doesn’t take long for Halsin to set a punishing pace, hips working his cock in and out of Astarion’s willing entrance. The moment he feels himself start to weaken, he says a quick replenishing spell without breaking his stroke, and Astarion groans appreciatively into his throat.
Eventually though, his feeding slows down and he starts to suckle gentle on Halsin’s wound instead, soon just mouthing at him as Halsin fucks him. Humming happily, Astarion melts against Halsin, and the druid lowers him back to the ground, covering the smaller man with his body. He keeps his legs draped over his arms, pushing them up and open so that he can fuck Astarion deeper.
“Gods, don’t stop,” Astarion pleads. “Oh, fuck, Halsin, that’s—fuck—” He mewls as Halsin angles his hips and nails that sweet little spot inside of him.
Reaching up, Astarion grabs Halsin’s face and drags him down for a hard kiss, licking and nipping possessively. There’s the taste of iron on his tongue, and Halsin groans. The air is heavy around them, thick with lust and sex and blood. Halsin buries himself over and over into Astarion’s welcoming body, each stroke igniting flames up his spine. The whole thing is intoxicating, heady in a way that leaves Halsin reeling. His breathing has turned ragged as they kiss sloppily, and Astarion breaks away to fall back against the pile of furs and blankets.
Letting one of his legs fall away, Halsin leans his weight on one hand next to Astarion’s head and drives himself home over and over. Beneath him, Astarion is decidedly disheveled, his curls falling, eyes closed, his lips swollen and parted. Halsin’s never seen anything so beautiful.
“Gods, look at you,” he murmurs, and Astarion’s eyes drift open, soft and glazed. “Oh, my love, tell me how you feel.”
“I—“ Astarion rasps, eyes fluttering closed again. “Gods, I don’t know but it’s so—fuck, it’s so good .”
Leaking profusely, Astarion’s cock smears cum all over his stomach where it’s resting, and Halsin reaches down to wrap his hand around him. “Are you close, my love?”
“Wait, wait,” Astarion says, gripping Halsin’s wrist to stop him from stroking his cock. “You first. I want—” Astarion looks so unsure, but then Halsin grinds his cock deep inside of him, making Astarion’s eyes roll back and his mouth fall open as he moans. “Fuck, I want you to come first. I want to feel—before I finish I want you to—to come inside of me.”
It is not lost on Halsin just how hard it was to make that request, and Halsin is going to give him what he wants. With a growling moan, Halsin’s thrusts pick up speed again. “Anything you want, my heart, I will fill you with my seed, leave you dripping with it,” he says, and Astarion is clinging to him. Halsin is chasing his own pleasure now, letting his hips move on pure instinct as he fills Astarion over and over. The heat coiling in his gut is unbearably tight as his hips stutter and falter and waves of pleasure come crashing over him as it snaps. He buries himself as deep as he can as his cock pulses and he floods Astarion with his hot seed.
As the aftershocks course through him, Halsin begins to work through it, hips thrusting sloppily into the mess he’s made of Astarion. His cum is leaking out of Astarion as he fucks him, and Halsin feels more of it push out as Astarion clamps down on him, body bowing as he paints his own chest with cum. Halsin grips his hips and thrusts into him, fucking every last drop out of him, before he collapses forward, unconcerned with the mess.
They’re both shaking as Halsin slips out of him and rolls to the side, pulling Astarion across his chest. There’s cum everywhere, and Halsin is more than a little sweaty, but Astarion clings to him all the same. Halsin can’t bring himself to care about the mess.
“I love you,” he says, kissing Astarion face everywhere he can reach. “I love you so much, little star.”
There are tears streaming down Astarion’s face, and he’s sure that they should talk about it. And he’s also sure that they will. Another time. When it won’t ruin the soft glow that seems to be wrapped around them. A softly murmured spell takes care of the mess on Astarion’s stomach, but he leaves the one between his legs. The idea of the little elf dripping with his seed awakens something primal inside of Halsin, something possessive. Besides, Astarion had asked so nicely to be filled, and Halsin doesn’t want to take that from him.
Later, when they’ve come down, he’ll clean them both up properly before he lays them down for bed, but for right now, he’s content to just hold Astarion close and bask in that shimmering glow.