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Event: It Speaks of My Death, but I Am Unafraid

it speaks of my death,
but i am unafraid

autumn squashed | devotion | clairvoyance | ooc notes

all hallowed plays

Autumn Squashed As the brisk autumn air bites and the sun reigns for less and less time each day, the farmworkers happily begin to share the fruits of their efforts. The group of gourds is bountiful this season, praise be to the Old Ones, and the offerings from the local cooks has adjusted accordingly. Hearty bowls of squash soup abound, creamy and loaded with heavy calories to facilitate hard labor outdoors. All these strapping novitiate lads can surely set their minds to rest and help out more than they have been

The children of the village also appear to be enjoying the season, grabbing the leftover vegetable shells and carving creatures into their skins. The result of their creativity is that the town has started to glow at night, lit by the ethereal radiance of dozens of candles filtered by the grinning shapes just barely shading them. It all seems to normal, as long as you aren't outdoors too late.

Just past midnight, when the moon has reached its height, the carvings seem to find their own cravings. Something about the moonlight seems to resonate with that of the lanterns and prompts them to sprout from the ground on gangly, misshapen bodies of their own. From then until dawn, they wandeer the town like sentries, hissing warnings in the incomprehensible tongue of the Old Ones. They aren't harmful if left unprovoked, but will retaliate if they encounter violence from those prone to beast-slaying. It is advised to stay indoors to avoid becoming gored by a gourd.

if we die tomorrow

Devotion The day of Devotion sends a thrum of excitement around the town every time it happens. It is an honor to be allowed to show the Old Ones that the community accepts and cherishes the watchful eyes looking over them. It is a time to meet with their own wretchedness and come to terms with the insignificance of their lives. This month is intended to be a celebration of longevity and the centuries-long legacy both behind and ahead. Those who attend the Devotion receive an anonymizing mask to shield their identities from all but the eyes above. They are encouraged to ply themselves on food and drink before the start of the ritual itself.

The speeches are long and droning as ever, detailing the infinitesimal smallness of humanity and the thrumming wait for the end of all things. And once the elders begin to chant in more ancient words, the rhythm of the unpronounceable syllables feels safe somehow. There is protection in the ceremony, an assurance that these chosen few are the ones who will live to watch the end of everything else. Those who truly believe will see it in their minds' eye: a rain of fire consuming the home they remember best. Corpses left unburied while the survivors flee. A sky cracking open to reveal an indigo thunderstorm. Skeptics might only witness confusing flashes, but all will bear witness to some version of The End.

When the visions subside, the affected will feel an urge to behave as if the gathering is the last day of their lives. Throw caution to the wind. Live dangerously. Tell that special person they are loved. Carry out the vengeance that weighs on your spirit. It'll all be over soon. Make the evening count.

the future refused to change

Clairvoyance After the masque ends, participants are free to remove their veils and return to their everyday lives. It's something the townsfolk historically do with ease. They never seem to struggle when coming down from the emotional highs of the devotional acts. But the comedown is never quite as simple as they make it look.

Those who were present at Devotion will experience small aftershocks for days afterward. Without warning, they will see visions of doom about the people around them. It might be a simple precognition, like seeing someone fell into an open pit while there's still enough time to pull them out of harm's way. But other times, the visions are more graphic or disturbing, such as watching that same friend be mauled by a bear or stretched out on the rack until they are rent limb from limb. Each look into the future seems more grotesque and awful than the one before, but at least there's time to change things before the worst of it arrives. Surely there's time.

As they drop off clean laundry and fresh gossip, the washerwomen insist that these visions, varied and sometimes entirely untrue, are the latest gift from the Old ones. It is proof that the town remains blessed.

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It's an event! Hopefully there's something to your liking.

Regarding the pumpkin monsters in particular, this seems like a group that likes to randomize battles. If you're in the mood to roll for initiative and see how things pan out, here are some stats for appropriate critters: Pumpkin King, Pumpkin Tendril, and some smaller chompy pumpkins.

With regard to the precognition side of things, there's a lot of room for visions. They can be "something that definitely will happen" regardless of what a character tries to change things, "something that could happen but is prevented by a quick-acting psychic," or "something that will never happen but sends a character into a panic anyway." People seeing a doomsday vision at Devotion are welcome to envision the worst possible bad ending their canon has to offer.

Have fun giving your characters a little spook during the appropriate season!

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[ And Astarion has just hit deftly upon a praise kink, such a thing as that he heard as his lips wrapped around more, cheeks hollowing as he sucked and tasted the dead sea salt therein upon that perfect effigy of an arousal, shifting downward so that he could take more-- fitting an inch more deeper inside while he glanced up at Astarion as if seeking approval.

The rumble at the back of the throat that felt deceptively like a purr and his fingers casually stroking that thigh, leather clad and pliant under his fingers. If he attempted to speak, it was unintelligible with how much he wanted to continue his ministrations of cock in mouth; but still on the back of his tongue it was clear he could take more.

A wizard, after all, should always attempt to challenge themself on a day by day basis and he was resolved to be the very best; if this was the last blowjob that the pale elf would ever recieve, it would tear the world asunder. ]

[Oh now that was an interesting reaction. Astarion could not possibly miss it, and it pulled at something inside him. He hissed a low, pleased sound, fingers running through Gale's hair now, grip loosening, sifting through again and again before gripping once more.]

So good for me... you can take more for me, can't you? In that sweet, hot mouth. [Since Gale had seemed to respond to even that praise, seemed to need it if the way that those dark eyes looked up at him near pleading for it.] My good boy.

[His. He knew he had no right to make that claim, but he did anyway. The world would end, and for this final night he would have what he wanted, all he could have wanted.]

[ And verily, Astarion would find out firsthand that Gale always strove to be the very best, to put his entire being into pleasing and right now Astarion was the one that he was searching for approval from. In fact, it was hard for him not to want to cheat that palm as if bunting his head against it for more head scratches.

Honestly, if Gale was not so focused on this last night-- he would call himself desperate, but there was no time for those thoughts. Perhaps in the morning when they both woke up and the world had not ended, and they realized how they managed to muddle everything else.

Likely, they would be more angry at the Old Ones; that would be a better direction of their frustrations.

The mouth was silky wet, and as he lowered his mouth back down until he was almost downward, and then he broke, but not in a way that mattered. No, the most subtle of choke with the slight glisten of tears at the corner of his eyes though he felt no pain. Astarion was actually recieving Gale's very first given blowjob, and was intent on making it a good one-- the nerd, wanting to surpass himself as if he was getting top marks at the consortium. ]

[Astarion was entirely too willing to let his fingers continue that deliberate movement through his hair, dangerously affectionate if he stopped to think about it. Thankfully there would were no thoughts in his head right now save for the mouth around him and how exquisite it felt.

Come the dawn, Astarion would eagerly aim his fury at the Old Ones, yes. It would be better than truly examining his own motivations, certainly simpler.

Another groan of sound, half sighed out as that hot mouth engulfed him further. He heard that choking sound, looked down to see the sheen gathering in those deep brown eyes and fuck if that didn't send another jolt of arousal through him.]

That's it, my sweet. Just like that.

[His hand slipped from the wizard's hair to cup at his cheek, thumb brushing along the corner of a teary eye.]

[ Something raw and achingly hot rumbled through him, it was like honey being poured into him, it was like floundering in a sea of something unfamiliar-- and then those cool fingers as they caressed his cheek, and he reached a sort of state that was like a humming in his ears; eyes falling closed as he relaxed every single muscle that he could, save for the briefest hint of swallow at the back of that throat that sent Astarion the last bit of way.

Then his eyes opened again and he looked up at the other man, all living pulsing man with whiskey gasoline that poured through his veins, and for once complete silence-- though right now Astarion would see that the wizard was speaking more despite not using any words, communicated in the subtle furrow of his brows and the way that each movement seemed to ripple and cause that throat to grip.

How ready was he to lap up every praise that Astarion gave him, striving to do better-- to be better, to take that cock and consume it whole much like he did a pretty artefact. ]

[Astarion did not bother trying to hide the moan that escaped his lips as Gale took him to the root, his cock disappeared into that perfect mouth, the wizard's nose tucked quite neatly against the coarse white curls there, and those eyes looking up at him and making him want to disappear straight into them.

Fuck. Why had he waited so long for this?

His head fell forward fingers running through Gale's hair once more.]

Look at you... like your lips were made to be wrapped around my cock. So very pretty, my darling. You feel so perfect...

[So very perfect. Astarion couldn't tear his eyes away from the wizard, wanting to absorb every last detail of this moment, to make sure it was secure in his memory for whatever time was left to them.

He shifted one leg, careful not to do anything to dislodge that beautiful mouth, toes finding their way to press against the front of Gale's pants, to trace the outline of the bulge he found there, to feel if his lover was turned on by this.]

[ The most inelegant choke from that throat as he glanced upward at Astarion-- the taste of salt that liberally dripped and welled at the back of his throat, displacing saliva with a riotous thickening, the way that the cock vibrated and caused a hum that was also felt against quivering length.

The toes against the linen of his trousers had a very brief jump in that his cock twitched a the merest touch, an embarrassing reaction but one that Astarion would feel as a glaring signal flare that held no secrets from how aroused he was. No, it was clear that this had made him hard; there was no hiding it from the vampire with such high perception, or the way that he seemed to wear his heart on his tongue.

Thankfully that tongue was sucking, not talking-- and suck he did, his mouth starting to move up and down on that shaft, saliva sliding and painting the dick with such a pearlescent sheen ]

[Ah. There he was. Astarion allowed the start of a faintly smug smile as he let his toes knead and play deliberately along Gale's prick, tracing the shape of him through the fabric of his trousers. Good. He wanted the wizard to enjoy this, to be just as turned on as he was. And Astarion would see to it that the pleasure the other man was giving him was fully returned.

His fingers curled into a fist in Gale's hair then, tight enough to pull as Gale began to move on him.]

Ah.... fuck. You'd be the death of me, darling, if death hadn't gotten to me first.

[And he may yet be the second death of him. He couldn't quite keep his hips still, a jerk towards that perfect wet heat, looking to bury himself inside once more as Gale's lips slide up and down the shaft, his grip in the wizard's hair guiding in something between demand and encouragement.]

It won't be long... will you swallow down every last drop of my seed? For me?

[ Another swallow of those throat walls, constricting as if in unspoken need for the other man to fill up his throat, and from this viewpoint it was clear that Gale did have such lovely lashes, because they fluttered against brown eyes as he approached a sort of nirvana. Right now he did not care of the world came crashing down, burning in fiery waves-- no, he was too intent on this moment and cycled into such a perfect sub space-- and this was his rather first time attaining it; a gift that the vampire had bequeathed him.

A purr of pleasure like a cat, and that could be taken as assent. Of Gale's eagerness to have that bitter seed splashing against the back of his throat. For right now, Gale was perfectly obedient, and his entire world was focused around the man who was sitting on the bed like so, the feel of the arousal as it slid over his tongue-- could feel the tension in thighs underneath his fingers.

He became a creature that could only interpret the signs right before him as if Astarion's state of orgasm had become his own priority; when he opened his eyes-- it was to reveal those eyes and that furrowed brow-- a unspoken plead as he gave it a lavishly luscious suck. ]

[This was a deliciously good look on Gale, on his knees and fully blissed out. Astarion rather thought he could get used to this view, if he were allowed, if only there were time. God that throat was so perfectly welcoming, tongue wet and velvet and so hot against his own cooler skin.

He did indeed take that purr -- that he could feel all through his entire prick -- as permission, if not outright plea. Good. He would give his pretty lover everything that he had. When Gale looked up at him with those damnable doe eyes, Astarion could not hope to last a moment more.

Another tight grip int hat hair and he urged Gale's head forward, to hilt himself further, burying himself deep as he could.]

Don't spill a drop now, pet... [And that was all he had, a groan tearing from him as he found his release, spilling thick rope after rope of spend into that waiting throat, his entire body trembling with the force of his pleasure. He could not remember ever feeling this good, and Gale had given this to him, an exquisite little treasure that he would not forget.]

[ Gale felt the moment that splash of seed hit the back of his throat and then he was swallowing in something that was enjoyable self preservation on his part; there was only the barest whisper of choking on his part before his throat muscles kicked into gear.

He was not perfect though and of course there was going to he run-off and because that-- there would be a trail of stickiness that leaked from the corner of his mouth and had the unfair advantage of getting into his beard, but no matter it was clear that he had an unerring need to please that he would likely kick himself for later.

After there was no carastrophe to speak of.

Was there a bit of smugness that would linger at making Astarion come? Of course there would be, but for the time being his mind was much too empty, like a seive that had been emptied due to tue sub space in question. He fluttered his lashes a little bit as he attempted to center himself back into square one, and finally he looked up at Astarion with his eyes like shot brown velvet ]

Edited 2023-11-13 14:17 (UTC)

[Astarion's vision whited out in his orgasm, but he had presence of mind enough to still his hips, to not choke Gale any more than he already had even as pleasure tore through him and he felt the wizard swallow around him, drink down his spend. Fuck.

If this was how the world would end, it was a hell of a good ending. But they weren't done quite yet.

Carefully, once the shuddering of his climax had subsided, once he'd spilled himself fully into that hot, eager mouth, he drew his cock free from those lips. He took his time, watching the thread of saliva that connected the head of his prick to those swollen, full lips. The vampire smiled before clucking his tongue even as he nearly fell into those dark, mesmerizing eyes.]

Messy boy...

[He slipped from his seat at the edge of the bed to join Gale on the floor, straddling his knees. His hands lifted to cradle at either side of his neck, thumbs gracing the line of that jaw, holding securely. Leaning close, he dragged his tongue up along that dribble, collecting that sticky trail, tracing it up to Gale's lips with the tip of his tongue and then slipping his tongue past those lips, pulling him into a kiss, still hungered, still earing.]

[ Astarion should feel very accomplished with himself that he managed to make a wizard absolutely dumb, stealing his intelligence score and replacing it with a underlying hum of absolute docility-- there may not be any time left for Astarion to rile up more quips from Gale but this may be pleasant because it did not ask for either of them to dwell on why this felt 'more than this', the only requirement was that tender buzzing in his head.

That turned into static, caused a shot of absolute lust to electrify through him. He had read some rather spicy things in his life, of course he had but it had not prepared him for the reality of Astarion's tongue wantonly licking at his own dripped come in the most filthy way possible. Honestly, his imagination broke him and his mouth parted as if expecting the vampire to finish the job.

That gasp that left him before tongue sank into his mouth and he had to grip the other man like a lifeline.

Eyes shuttered close as awareness filtered through him that if Astarion had asked that first night, he would've given him this in all aspects; wanton and liquid while his cock twitched under trousers in response.

He had thought about how he had enjoyed Astarion's teeth buried in his skin a little too much, and how his hand had strayed under covers. He could never admit to Astarion that, there was that lingering last thread of pride that he was going to cling to until it was no longer possible to do so.

And it probably was not wholly fair that Gale's voice was a symphony of muffled moans against Astarion's. ]

[Oh the vampire was indeed quite proud of himself for the accomplishment, if only for the way that Gale looked so utterly blissed out, even without an ounce of attention paid to his own obvious state of arousal. Astarion meant to correct that quite soon, of course, but for the moment he was caught up in kiss the wizard senseless with the taste of his own come on both their tongues.

He liked it, perhaps too much, the way that Gale clung to him, the way he responded to his kiss. He'd wanted Gale, longer than he'd admitted to himself before this moment. But yes, that first night, he'd wanted to taste Gale's lips the same way he'd tasted his blood, more even than the blood perhaps, if he were being honest with himself. Honesty was hard though, especially when he was so caught up swallowing down every glorious little moan that Gale made for him.

Eventually he broke from the kiss, reluctant, leaning his forehead against the wizard's gently, hands still cradling either side of his neck.]

What a perfect boy... [He purred to him.] You deserve to be rewarded, pet. Let me reward you?

[One hand quit its place to slip downwards, between them to very pointedly cup at Gale's cock through the fabric of his trousers.] Tell me what you want? Tell me what will have you making more of those delicious sounds for me?

[ Gale had never been asked for what he wanted, he was the equivalent of the Goddess Mystra's wizard housewife who was uncertain of what to do other than please Mystra and that was a rather big shame; he had always figured that he was a male and rather eager to please and that he wanted whatever Mystra did.

He was not the sort of man who would take for himself.

So as Astarion's mouth drew away and that question came, and then his brows furrowed before he opened his eyes. The first view of those brown eyes like dark hidden forest pools-- and then came a groan as he felt the coolness of fingers even through cloth of his pants and then he he managed a very hoarse response. ]

That.. is nice. Keep doing that, touching me like that? [ Underneath fabric, there was a definite twitching, the outline was pressed stiff and certainly left very little to the imagination as to the length and girth of him. And then another rough groan. ] May I please.. have another kiss while you touch me?

[Gale looked at Astarion with those absurdly pretty dark eyes and Astarion realized -- with a vaguely terrified rush -- that he'd gone and lost his heart then and there to this ridiculous wizard. How could he not? With the confusion at what should have been so simple a question. But Astarion understood too well how it was not, not for Gale. Not for him.

They were broken men, jagged, incomplete pieces, and maybe there was some shred of that completion to be found in this desperate, defiant union at the end of all things.]

As you wish...

[A soft purr as he did exactly that, letting his fingers knead at him through his trousers, to learn the shape of him, the heavy hardness in his hand. He could think of several things he would very much like to do with it, but that was not the point. This was about what Gale wanted.]

How could I possibly say no? [A brush of his lips to Gale's, but he drew back before he let it truly become a proper kiss, just long enough to add.]

You may have whatever you want, my dear. I want to give you everything you want.

[Then he did kiss him properly, hungered but in no hurry, wanting to fully enjoy the taste of Gale's lips.]

[ That was such a loaded offer and it was in the whatever, the fact that Astarion left it so open-ended as if he deserved a choice. He'd deny it, of course he would-- but he had never had that with Mystra, she had entered his life as a young boy and had become his friend and then with the grace of a goddess she had groomed him into being what she desired.

A wizard, had honeypotted him with the Weave and the promise of power; given him things with the expectations that his loyalty would be built up into something absolute. So absolute that one day he'd fight other wizards in her honour. And then she could claim as the victor the best wizard, until the next one came along.

His tongue slipped against Astarion's as he rocked his hips against that palm of his hand. There was something needy about him in that moment that everything was offered to him-- a touch that worked him up slowly and tenderly. He'd never imagined that Astarion could be this tender when always upon speaking with him he rather got the impression of cut glass. When he pulled his lips away, it was with a husky sigh. ]

Take me to bed?

[Astarion did not know the full extent of Gale's past with Mystra, knew only the pieces that the wizard had chosen to share with the class, so to speak. He knew enough to not see the appeal, especially someone who would so easily try to encourage a man who had been her lover to use himself as a bomb. Absurd, truly. It would be an utter waste.

More of one than he'd ever admit out loud, but perhaps there was some hint to him thinking exactly that the way he kissed Gale, like he wanted to devour him, and not just for his blood. No, something fare more than that.

He would linger in the kiss as long as it lasted, enjoying the way that Gale rolled those hips towards his touch, the way he could feel the way his cock reacted to the passing of his hands. Somehow, it was the vampire who was half dazed when the kiss finally did break, eyes fluttering open to fit a bleary-eyed gaze on the wizard.

Oh but that request. He smiled.]

Yes, I think I will.

[He stood then, slowly, rising from where he'd still been mostly straddling Gale's knees. Without another word, he held his hands down to him to help pull the other man to his feet, waiting until Gale joined him standing. The bed was right there, of course, but Astarion stepped closer to Gale instead, one hand tugging at his shirt.] Wouldn't you be more comfortable wearing less, darling?

[ Once Gale rose to feet, he acknowledged the request to disrobe so he not so shyly started to work at the fastenings of his tunic which was a side sweep, until the fabric parted to reveal skin for Astarion's eyes. It was not smooth or perfect like Astarion's, hair crossed over his chest and then sieved down abdomen within a slender trail before it disappeared in trousers while the shirt fell to the floor.

Despite that space he occupied, his mind thundered with a torrent of blood, his body flush and filled with such a lovely dinner on all fronts-- and then he pushed his pants downward and oh, did that prick pop out, all flushed and eager-- glistening and slick, suffused with crimson. It was clear that he was aroused on this plain and possibly into the next one of wherever they found themselves in the next life.

He was not shy whatsoever, which was probably something that worked in his favor.

Somewhere in his mind tickled the fact that this felt much less one-night stand than it normally would, though it was technically one night. ]

[Astarion had already shed his shirt and took a fleeting moment to shimmy his trousers down from where they were barely hanging at his hips anyway. It was done quickly so he could pay attention to Gale disrobing, which was a genuinely enthralling sight. He found himself moving closer unconsciously, just a step, but it made it that much easier to reach a hand out to set it against his chest, to let his fingers run through the hair that grew there, not hiding the eager thrill at the touching.

His fingers followed that ever so helpful trail downward until he could wrap them properly around that now freed arousal. Oh, he liked that too. Another step closer and he brushed his nose along a bearded jawline, a dangerously affectionate little gesture that he'd curse himself for later, before his lips grazed there.]

Beautiful. Truly.

[He looked to the wizard through lowered lashes, deliberately coy.] But there... dressed properly for bed. Come, pet.

[ A flush suffused his cheeks before he made his way to the way to the edge of the bed where Astarion was perched like an enticing pact and promise. Why did he feel as such around Astarion-- perhaps it was the way that he had dipped his toes into subspace, except there was a bit of praise that had been woven within the encounter.

And he had always enjoyed being praised and it had been like silken honey from those lips, the way that the teeth lightly pressed against the lower lip, the cheekbones that could cut. An absolute symphony of pleasing things.

Astarion was like a church that he wished to worship at although he did not profess to ever being a cleric. He then sat down on the edge of the bed and very softly pressed his fingertips right against a hipbone, angular as it moved downward to form such a beautiful vee that would lead right to a prick that he had just but a few moments had lavished with attentions. And deep down, he could feel how the word 'pet' sent a shiver through him that was coloured with delight. ]

[There, that was exactly what Astarion wanted, nothing left between his roaming hands and Gale's body, nothing to get in their way any further, a decently soft bed waiting for them. But this was about what Gale wanted, especially with the way the wizard had looked at him when he'd put that simple question to him. The vampire smiled as that warm hand settled at his hip, his fingers moving to set against that hand before running their way slowly up Gale's arm, up his shoulder, the arch of his throat until he could catch the wizard's chin between his fingers.]

Your hands are warm. All of you is warm. I've come to like that very much.

[No harm in admitting it with the world at its end. Astarion leaned in, fingers still holding at Gale's chin, lips finding the wizard's with a soft, relieved sigh, as if he'd been waiting so long to get back to kissing him. His hand left its grip, settling against Gale's chest instead, dragging slowly downward until he could wrap his hand around the other man's cock once more, giving it a meaningful squeeze.]

Now... what are we going to do about this?

[He murmured the question with a thoughtful hum.] Would you like me to suck you off? I'd mind my fangs. Or would you like to fuck me? Though if you came before you made me come again, I'm afraid you'd have to be punished.

[He didn't make the rules. ...except no, yes, he did. Or would like to.]

[ The moment that Astarion slipped with his knee on one side of his hips, fingers wrapping around his as hard as sin cock while thickening droplets of precome danced against those artistic fingertips. His groan was decadent, his eyes sliding open just a little bit more as he made eye contact with the vampire, and then he leaned in and felt that mouth, how it was almost like he was being given a touch that was more divine that he had ever felt before in his life.

Back in, as if to attempt to catch those lips again and to taste the subtle taste of copper and cinnamon on those lips as if they were a wine and he was woefully too sober for this.

A hitched breath at the thought of being punished, and why did Astarion make it quite like he would enjoy the trip through such a punishment tableaux. And then he has to think of what he wants, that the other man was allowing him to have something that he wanted. There was no taking, and he was content with that.

Gale Dekarios was absolutely entranced by the man, held in some sort of thrall-- although it was hard for him to say the word fuck, it was his own sensibilities which he had to cut through and he managed a very succinct and yet still incredulous. ] I could.. have you?

[ Astarion would likely have to indoctrinate him into dirty talk though that may be when his wits were a bit more about him. ]

[Oh he heard that hitch of breath, and he had to fight a smile. He was learning things about this pretty wizard that he wished he had known before. Tragic to know it only at the end, but he would make the most of what they did have. He'd had so much less than this for so fucking long, it would figure when time finally threatened to truly end that he finally found something. Whatever this was.

There was no time for regret, not now not here. He would not ruin this moment, would ruin none of this. He wouldn't dare.

And there was Gale looking at him with that disbelieving look, and it made Astarion want to give him everything. And it made him want to ruin him in the most exquisite way he could, to draw the filthiest things out of that pretty, proper mouth and all its spells and poetry.]

I told you, darling. You can have whatever you want... [He purred the words.] And I... well, I want you.

[Astarion would teach him so much, if only there were time.]

[ his breath was caught like a butterfly in a net and he could feel all his heat go right to his eyes; that was accompanied by a swallow as he leaned backward on his forearms as he watched how Astarion loomed over him, crowding his space.

The only thing he could register was how intimate it was to he focused on by the Vampire, and the "I want you" which was more than what he had felt for so long in that he absolutely craved, being the center of someone's universe.. pulling them into his orbit as they formed a private universe of two.

The way he was splayed now was a very distinct invitation-- all that flushed skin, the subtle human scars, the lines of imperfections-- a scar running across his knee trom where he had attempted to show off as a 15 year old, or the more recent case of hubris where that scar over the middle of his upper chest and how the skin was not as smooth there. ]

I am not.. demanding.

[ He breathed as he took that hand and drew Astarion onto the bed, closer as he looked into those eyes ] Anything you choose to give me shall be more than enough.

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