[ I’m greedy. The corner of Winter’s mouth lifts, smirk not quite as sharp as some of the ones he’s worn before, as if to tell Astarion there’s nothing wrong with a little greed. How can there be when he’s taking something for himself for the first time? ]
Oh, very greedy indeed, if you want me inside of you.
[ Winter angles his head to press a kiss to the inside of Astarion’s thigh before extracting himself from the apex of his legs, easing his way back up the length of the vampire’s body to claim his lips in a brief, but searing, kiss. ]
[Yes, he suspects Winter won't have a problem with it. The very thought feels as though it sets his nerves alight, and that's before he eases himself back up to grant Astarion another heated kiss. Another wave of hot anticipation roils through him, making his now-deprived cock throb again with want.]
Mm, good. [He licks his lips a little after he pulls away, as though his kiss might taste as sumptuous as blood. Maybe it is.] Besides, that means I get to tend to you a little, too.
[Quite boldly, without fanfare, he reaches down to cup Winter right between his legs, where he can feel him bulging.]
[ He might never tire of how delectable Astarion looks beneath him, tongue swiping over his lips as they part. Gods, he’s magnificent, and Winter has half a mind to say so but then the vampire’s hand dips between his legs. All thoughts simply fly from his head at the bright spark of pleasure the contact brings, and he drops his weight onto his elbows, bowing his head to rest against Astarion’s shoulder with a low groan. ]
Mmmn.
[ That’s it, that’s all he has to say for the moment, rocking his hips into that touch. He’s really been left wanting, and while he doesn’t mind it, Astarion’s teasing is liable to drive him crazy. ]
[He says with an eager lilt, palming him again for good measure, simply enjoying the reality of having the warlock hunched over him like this. He nuzzles into his neck and hair for a moment, taking in his scent, but he'll be merciful and not make him wait for much longer.
Those hands, deft and dexterous as always, then move to undo the fastenings of his trousers, quick to push his pants and underthings down to reveal Winter fully. Astarion will take more than a moment to appreciate the sight, too, feeling hot anticipation roil inside of him at the sight, his own cock absolutely aching.]
Oh, yes, you're perfect.
[And too tempting to not touch. The vampire takes him in his hand, curling around the base of his shaft and sliding slowly, slowly upwards. It's nigh teasing.]
[ Winter straightens to let Astarion work. There really are some perks to bringing a rogue to bed, not least of which are those dexterous fingers, divesting him of his trousers in record time. He gives a little sigh of relief, free from the constricting fabric, and after a bit of shuffling around, he kicks the offending garments off the side of the bed. No need for those now.
For the moment, he stays where he is, letting the vampire’s eyes rove over him, letting his hands wander where they please.
Though the latter proves to be a mistake (a wonderful mistake), as Astarion opts to tease, the motion of his hand along his length agonizingly slow. ]
Gods damn it, Astarion. [ His voice is low, strained. ] I guess I invited this, didn’t I?
[Hard to know where to look. At his own hand, giving Winter's cock the attention it deserves with long and languorous strokes, or at the man's expression, looking all the more wonderful as the seconds pass.
In the end, he angles his head up to look at him, grinning crookedly, but not without a deep well of affection churning inside of him, all the same.]
Oh, you did. And of course I'll oblige you.
[Another stroke down and up, then he runs his thumb over the head of his cock, picking up a glisten of precome along the way. Teases-]
[ Ah, yes, this man is going to be the death of him, if the torturous pace he sets is any indication. It's contact, warmth, and friction, all things that Winter is so, so clearly wanting, but by the gods, is it slow and teasing.
He tips his head back, groaning in agony just as much as ecstacy. Rude, Astarion! ]
I don't know if I'll survive it if you keep teasing me like that. Besides, didn't you want something from me?
[Oh, yes, he'll remember this evening for years and years to come, he thinks. If not for how Winter looks and feels beneath his touch (though certainly that, too), then because of how he sounds.]
Hmm. I suppose I did.
[Said lazily, as though he'd forgotten. He hadn't. Astarion drags his hand up slowwwwly once more, but after that? The vampire's kind enough to cease his torturing. He looks up at him, pupils dilated, gaze cocksure but still wanting.]
In that case, it's your turn to oblige me properly.
[ "I suppose," he says, like Winter can't see how badly he's still wanting with his own two eyes. Winter gives a small, but strangely fond, roll of his eyes, before dipping down to claim Astarion's lips in yet another kiss, bodies pressed together atop the sheets.
While he indulges in the vampire's mouth for a spell, basking in the heat of bare skin on bare skin, one of his tendril tattoos unwinds itself from his arm, reaching for the drawer of the bedside table. After a bit of rummaging, during which Winter is only definitely only slightly distracted, the tentacle comes up with a bottle of lube in its grip, ushering it to the warlock's hand.
At that point, Winter finally breaks the kiss, settling back again to kneel between Astarion's legs, tipping the contents of the bottle onto waiting fingers. ]
[Eased back down, bodies pressed together in that rapturous warmth again, and spoiled with another kiss. Astarion feels so pampered right now, which perhaps only adds to the growing sense of need burgeoning inside of him. Yet at the same time, he could remain like this for hours, just close and kissing, and feel contended. Feel oddly... safe.
How long since he's felt safe, anyway? Secure? Gods, this man is a blessing.
When Winter retrieves the lube--in a very fascinating way, at that--Astarion just hikes himself up on an elbow to watch.]
Mm, I know. [this man, please] But... not quite as captivating as you, my dear. And that is a very high bar to clear. I don't give such compliments out thoughtlessly.
[Even he's already called Winter beautiful a handful of times now, but that's neither here nor there.]
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Oh, very greedy indeed, if you want me inside of you.
[ Winter angles his head to press a kiss to the inside of Astarion’s thigh before extracting himself from the apex of his legs, easing his way back up the length of the vampire’s body to claim his lips in a brief, but searing, kiss. ]
I would love nothing more.
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Mm, good. [He licks his lips a little after he pulls away, as though his kiss might taste as sumptuous as blood. Maybe it is.] Besides, that means I get to tend to you a little, too.
[Quite boldly, without fanfare, he reaches down to cup Winter right between his legs, where he can feel him bulging.]
Right?
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Mmmn.
[ That’s it, that’s all he has to say for the moment, rocking his hips into that touch. He’s really been left wanting, and while he doesn’t mind it, Astarion’s teasing is liable to drive him crazy. ]
Haah. I think it’s high time these trousers go.
[ Free Him. ]
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[He says with an eager lilt, palming him again for good measure, simply enjoying the reality of having the warlock hunched over him like this. He nuzzles into his neck and hair for a moment, taking in his scent, but he'll be merciful and not make him wait for much longer.
Those hands, deft and dexterous as always, then move to undo the fastenings of his trousers, quick to push his pants and underthings down to reveal Winter fully. Astarion will take more than a moment to appreciate the sight, too, feeling hot anticipation roil inside of him at the sight, his own cock absolutely aching.]
Oh, yes, you're perfect.
[And too tempting to not touch. The vampire takes him in his hand, curling around the base of his shaft and sliding slowly, slowly upwards. It's nigh teasing.]
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For the moment, he stays where he is, letting the vampire’s eyes rove over him, letting his hands wander where they please.
Though the latter proves to be a mistake (a wonderful mistake), as Astarion opts to tease, the motion of his hand along his length agonizingly slow. ]
Gods damn it, Astarion. [ His voice is low, strained. ] I guess I invited this, didn’t I?
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In the end, he angles his head up to look at him, grinning crookedly, but not without a deep well of affection churning inside of him, all the same.]
Oh, you did. And of course I'll oblige you.
[Another stroke down and up, then he runs his thumb over the head of his cock, picking up a glisten of precome along the way. Teases-]
Unless you'd like for me to stop?
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He tips his head back, groaning in agony just as much as ecstacy. Rude, Astarion! ]
I don't know if I'll survive it if you keep teasing me like that. Besides, didn't you want something from me?
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Hmm. I suppose I did.
[Said lazily, as though he'd forgotten. He hadn't. Astarion drags his hand up slowwwwly once more, but after that? The vampire's kind enough to cease his torturing. He looks up at him, pupils dilated, gaze cocksure but still wanting.]
In that case, it's your turn to oblige me properly.
[Please.]
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While he indulges in the vampire's mouth for a spell, basking in the heat of bare skin on bare skin, one of his tendril tattoos unwinds itself from his arm, reaching for the drawer of the bedside table. After a bit of rummaging, during which Winter is only definitely only slightly distracted, the tentacle comes up with a bottle of lube in its grip, ushering it to the warlock's hand.
At that point, Winter finally breaks the kiss, settling back again to kneel between Astarion's legs, tipping the contents of the bottle onto waiting fingers. ]
Gods, you're beautiful.
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How long since he's felt safe, anyway? Secure? Gods, this man is a blessing.
When Winter retrieves the lube--in a very fascinating way, at that--Astarion just hikes himself up on an elbow to watch.]
Mm, I know. [this man, please] But... not quite as captivating as you, my dear. And that is a very high bar to clear. I don't give such compliments out thoughtlessly.
[Even he's already called Winter beautiful a handful of times now, but that's neither here nor there.]