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It was an interesting thing, being with a man who hadn’t experienced the touch of mortal hands in gods know how long. Astarion discovered many of Gale’s frankly delicious quirks while using this fact to his advantage.
Little touches sent shockwaves through the wizard’s body, if the way he jolted and shivered whenever Astarion so much as grazed their arms together in passing was anything to go by. He learned very quickly exactly the kind of state he could reduce Gale to. He was just so reactive, he couldn’t help it–he very distinctly remembered the first time he made Gale melt. Sitting around the campfire while everyone else had already gone to bed for the night, he’d pulled him close and pressed lingering kisses to that very tempting neck, and just that alone would’ve been enough to send Gale reeling. But the way that he gasped and arched into Astarion’s touch when a dexterous hand found his lower back had been his favorite thing.
He’d pulled away to gaze upon the other man’s face, watching the way he bit his lip and attempted to look away. Astarion had gripped his chin and brought his attention back to him, watching the way he looked almost tortured as he ran that hand on his back all the way up his spine, arching towards him the entire way up.
“My, my, quite the sensitive little wizard we have here. If I’d known such a thing, I would’ve gotten my hands on you much sooner, darling.”
“Astarion–Hells, please, don’t tease–,”
“Tease? I have no idea what you’re on about.”
A knowing smirk stretched across his lips as he released Gale’s chin and gave him a pat on the cheek. That same hand trailed gently down his throat and to his sternum, and, oh, what a thrill that ran through him when he felt the other’s pulse pick up and drum across his fingers. The hand on his back trailed back down and slid to his waist, Gale once again reacting beautifully and shuddering with every bit of contact, breaths punched out of him. Amazing–Astarion could sit here all night just systematically taking him apart without even trying.
That went on for longer than Astarion would’ve normally cared to, petting and caressing just to feel Gale twitch and squirm, and hear him choke back gasps of poorly concealed pleasure. He expected to grow bored, or for Gale to eventually become frustrated and beg him for more, but neither came. Gale was perfectly content being touched within an inch of his life, and Astarion’s attention was thoroughly kept. He was flushed and burning hot, and when a glance was spared downward, Astarion was pleased to find that he was hard and leaking through his sleepwear. How adorable that his precious little wizard was so pliant and only taking what was given with no complaints.
How it made his teeth ache.
“Oh! Is that all for me, my sweet?” He teased, a hand skirting about Gale’s inner thigh.
The poor thing whimpered and his leg twitched under the attention, his hips even giving an aborted stutter. Gale was so far gone, he didn’t trust his vocal chords to carry him, and so, those big brown eyes glazed over in his lustful haze met sharp red hues and nodded.
How utterly charming.
Astarion surged forward to capture those bitten lips with his own, continuing his teasing touches. Gale gripped at the other’s shirt, kissing back as best he could, but ultimately just let Astarion’s tongue claim his mouth while he panted against him. It was dizzying, having his chilled hands all over him while they shared breath like this. Eventually, Astarion finally groped him through his pants, and, oh, did Gale react.
It was so quick, he hardly had time to appreciate it.
“Hah, ‘Starion, wait–!”
He slurred out as he pulled away from their kiss, hand catching Astarion’s wrist, but he was only a passenger in his own body as the other had given him another squeeze, and that was it. Gale tensed and the vampire could only watch in pure awe as he felt his cock jerk in his palm and promptly release right in his trousers. Gale whimpered through his sudden orgasm, his breath catching in his throat, his hips grinding into Astarion’s hand. It was embarrassing, it was exhilarating, he couldn’t take it, he never wanted it to end. The first time he’d been touched in years, and he spilled in his pants like a teenager. Once the waves had thoroughly crashed through him, Gale leaned forward to hide his face into Astarion’s neck, panting and muttering out hurried apologies.
He allowed Gale to hide away in his embarrassment, but truth be told, Astarion was positively thrilled at this development.
“Shh, hush now, darling, none of that. Such an endearing little thing, aren’t you? I’ve got half a mind to lick you clean if I didn’t think you’d lose yourself again just as quick.”
Gale had only groaned in reply, clearly displeased at the insinuation, but let out a breathless noise when Astarion squeezed at him again, in much the same manner that got him in this little situation.
Astarion knew deep in his bones that he was going to have so much fun with this man.
-_-_-_-_-
The second time such a thing happened, Astarion could nearly say he was prepared for it.Gale had lasted just the slightest bit longer, but that didn’t say very much, all things considered.
Another night at camp, only within Gale’s tent this time around. Time spent reading next to one another had eventually progressed to something more entirely by Astarion’s graceful, teasing hands. Scooting closer turned to those small touches he knew Gale loved, which in turn became Astarion crawling into his lap and kissing him senseless, books lost somewhere beside them. That dear wizard stayed respectful in his returning touches, hands placed on Astarion’s hips with nothing more than a firm thumb rubbing little circles into cold flesh.
Astarion could not say the same for himself.
He was not as cruel as he was the first time they fooled around, but he still touched quite freely, fingers grazing along his throat and pressing his nails against him ever so slightly just to hear and feel that glorious pulse pick up. The real trouble began when he slid a hand into Gale’s hair and tugged just enough to pull his head back, and despite this movement breaking their kiss, he went willingly, his eyes glazing over and his grip on the elf’s hips tightening.
“You are just full of surprises, aren’t you, darling?”
“I…I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
A chuckle. “I’m sure, indeed.”
Astarion suddenly gripped like his life depended on it, pulling Gale’s head firmly to the side and exposing that gorgeous neck. All Gale had done was yelp in surprise, and pull the vampire ever closer. It wasn’t lost on him how pliable he was in Astarion’s arms, how far he stuck his head into the jaws of the beast with no concern of getting himself out. He trusted Astarion, of course, and that was exactly why he complied with ease.
And, well. He did always enjoy a bit of danger, real or not. Having a vampire loom over him, being at his complete mercy, with his neck bared? Gale simply couldn’t get enough of it.
It was obvious in the way he shivered under Astarion’s hungry gaze, his heart rate picking up exponentially more alongside his breaths, not to even mention how hard he got under such attention. After what seemed like forever and a tenday, Astarion leaned in and kissed right over his jugular. A chilled tongue followed right after and he even nibbled, letting his fangs graze over where he desperately wanted to sink them in. Gale shuddered, little breathless moans escaping him. Both of them hopelessly wanting the same thing–to bite and be bitten. The Netherese bile that contaminated what should’ve been something rich like a fine brandy seemed to matter not.
“Oh, Gale,” Astarion cooed right into his ear, causing the mage to shiver once again. He was quite good at that, wasn’t he? “You’ll let me have my fill, won’t you?”
“You hardly need ask, Astarion.”
“Excellent.”
Astarion made like a predator finally catching its prey and latched his teeth into Gale’s neck, the latter gasping upon the initial pain. Immediately, it was like acid on his tongue, but this time he didn’t pull away. There was a flavor here that he had to have missed because he wasn’t patient enough the first time around, he could smell it on him normally. Something earthy and savory, and so, Astarion continued, swallowing down what he considered his sweetest poison.
Gale could barely think as the pain morphed to pleasure, hands grasping uselessly at Astarion. He couldn’t tell if the warmth that spread through him was pure arousal or from the rush of endorphins that vampiric venom tended to release through such bites.
Though, he supposed it hardly mattered.
Astarion drank like he was starved, despite how sour the taste was. Though, as he theorized, there was something underneath all that corrupted magic charming his blood. The sourness lessened with every pull into his mouth, giving way to that hidden flavor slowly but surely. He sunk his teeth in just the slightest bit deeper and pulled the wizard ever closer, his free hand having found Gale’s back and pushed them flush together. Gale’s cock was rigid against his own pelvis and the evidence of how much he wanted this had Astarion reeling. Through the headrush, he almost didn’t make the correlation between Gale’s heightened arousal and how much sweeter his blood became when he felt that warning twitch.
“G-Gods, Astarion, I’m–I think I–”
Gale couldn’t get another word out before his world suddenly tilted on its axis, his back hitting the ground as Astarion pushed him down with a growl. He was already beginning to grow dizzy from the bloodloss and cresting pleasure that such a move disoriented him even further. He was only vaguely aware of sharp teeth leaving his neck momentarily, whining at the loss but grateful that it was able to stave off his too quick orgasm.
“Already, little mage? Well, I suppose some things just can’t be helped.”
Nevertheless, Astarion did not help this problem he had. How was Gale supposed to last when he already apparently knew how to play him like a fiddle, and now he was just supposed to be able to take when he talks to him like that in stride? On top of all of it?
Gale was a doomed man, indeed.
He could only watch helplessly as the vampire moved to reposition himself between his legs, cautious hands having moved to his thighs to spread them, as if he were worried that one wrong touch would have him spilling all too easy again, and that was quite the thought, wasn’t it? Gale exhaled shakily, feeling himself leak precum into his underwear. Astarion flashed a blood stained grin at him, like he knew just how thin the thread was that Gale desperately hung onto.
“Let me feel it, Gale,” He purred, leaning back down to lick at the mess he’d made of Gale’s neck. “Let me feel your pleasure.”
He hooked his hand into the wizard’s knee and lifted, slotting their hips together in just the right way for Astarion to grind into him filthily while sinking his fangs back into his neck. Gale’s only mercy was that from the angle, he couldn’t see the way his eyes went wide. Everything else, however, Astarion had a front row seat.
“Astar–fuck, gods above, Astarion-!”
Just like before, with all too much ease, Gale’s orgasm crashed over him before he could even orient himself. His back arched off the ground and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his hands grasping for anything to ground himself with as he gasped and moaned. Astarion hummed in approval, continuing to drink as much of his fill as he could. With the human’s peak came also that true flavor of him he sought out bursting across his tongue. Deep and rich like an aged fine red wine, he could’ve gotten drunk off of it.
He continued to grind against him through the aftershocks, finally easing on his feast as Gale grew weaker in his arms and began to squirm under the overstimulation. A shame, really–Astarion had yet to get off during his and Gale’s little rendezvouses, but truly, it didn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things, not when he got to witness his lover fall apart for him like he was made for it. The satisfaction and oddly warm feeling that would bloom in his chest in the moment was more than enough, if one were to ask him.
As fangs were removed for good for the night, Astarion lapped at his neck once more, catching the stray drops that bled from the puncture wounds and kissed over them for good measure. Another shiver tore through the wizard’s exhausted body, and in response, the rogue brought their hips together once more in a messy grind just to hear Gale gasp and feel him twitch.
“‘Starion, please, have mercy, you absolute menace–the heart and mind are willing, but–but the body simply cannot keep up!”
Even breathless and bloodless, Gale still managed to chuckle. His eyes were hazy, his grin dopey; he was the picture perfect image of sated.
“Oh, fine, ruin my fun, why don’t you? You poor humans with your inferior stamina…whatever am I to do with you?”
A clear tease, the mischief all but present in his voice and the glint in his eye. He sat upright, running his hands up and down Gale’s sides soothingly. He still twitched in his sensitivity, but it seemed to have the intended effect nonetheless, the wizard relaxing and leaning into those cold hands. He was so hot, so much body heat just radiating off of him that it warmed Astarion’s palms the longer the contact remained. How endearing, Astarion distantly thought, that they created a comfortable lukewarm when they came together.
“Well…as they say, no need to fix what isn’t broken, or what have you.”
“‘Isn’t broken’, he says. Lovely progress, my dear, here I thought you were embarrassed about becoming a reputable fountain should I so much as breathe on you the right way.”
“Astarion.”
-_-_-_-_-
The third time was, by far, one of Astarion’s favorite times with Gale. If he had to choose just one, of course. He’d cornered him down by a nearby riverbank when they went for a wash when he struck. Really, getting to see the wizard in all his squishy glory, and he was, what, expected to just keep his hands to himself? A better man might’ve pushed down such urges in the moment and allowed them to actually clean themselves up as intended, waited until they settled after supper and retired to a bedroll for the evening.
Astarion, as he had proved time and time again, was not a better man.
But did it make Gale any better, who allowed himself to fold to the elf’s will just as often?
Did it matter, truly? Perhaps not, especially when they both enjoyed themselves so thoroughly when in each other’s company, no matter how, erm, short lived they tended to be. Astarion would argue that it was all part of the fun, no matter how much it flustered Gale to no end.
(Well, largely because it flustered Gale so hard, and they could both agree on that.)
That was how they found themselves making the time for one another once again, only this time, with Astarion knuckle deep in Gale’s unsurprisingly greedy hole testing just how many times he could push the mage over the edge. He opted not to touch his cock directly to help him last just that much longer–that’s what he would claim, anyway. An argument could be made that he was subjecting Gale to a glorious torture.
Either way, the rogue had his little wizard squirming helplessly against the ground of the shore, cock leaking while he pawed at Astarion and whined pathetically. He hovered over him with an impish grin, fangs peaking out and taking him apart with slim, dexterous fingers.
“Astarion–Astarion, please, I-I can’t–,”
“Can’t what? Last? Take it?”
Astarion teased, crooking his fingers just right to rub against Gale’s prostate and causing him to cry out, throwing his head back and spasming underneath him. A fat drop of slick dripped from the tip of his cock onto his stomach, and the sight along with Gale’s quickened heartbeat and extended neck had Astarion feeling positively ravenous. Continuing to thrust his fingers into Gale relentlessly, he leaned down and licked a trail up his neck, growling into his ear. Another shiver, another spasm, another whimper.
“Don’t hold back, my sweet. You’ve always been so good at giving in to your pleasure, don’t tell me you plan to stop now.”
“No, no, o-of course n–nnng…!”
Oh how sweet it was to take the words straight out of his mouth.
If Astarion focused enough, reached out just a tad through their connection with the tadpole, he could almost feel Gale’s pleasure, and it made him groan against his neck. Just a fraction of what the human was feeling made him understand how he could never hold out–his poor, poor wizard had never had the privilege of being treated to pleasures of the flesh, after all.
Gods above and below, should he ever encounter Mystra, he will have some choice words about her treatment of him; or the lack thereof, moreso.
“Give it to me, love, just like you always have.”
That was all the encouragement Gale needed before he came, quite noisily and messily, hips bucking into Astarion’s persistent fingers. His whole body trembled, moaning with Astarion’s name on his lips. It was once again another quick orgasm that was coaxed out of him with little effort from his lover, but it was made all the more intense from the vampire’s method, and he could hardly bring himself to be bashful anymore. Not when Astarion sweet talked and encouraged him so.
He worked Gale through his climax, biting his lip as he watched him shudder and whine. Watching the way he spended himself up that ample body, Astarion couldn’t help himself when he promptly leaned down and began to lick him clean. Gale gasped in shock, and Astarion groaned as if he were the one getting a tongue bath.
“Astarion!”
“Oh, don’t sound so scandalized, darling, you’re positively delicious in every sense of the word.”
All the while, his fingers slowed, but never stopped, leaving Gale unable to truly catch his breath. His head fogged under the attention, the aftershocks of pleasure quickly morphing into overstimulation. It was so much, too much, but Gale would’ve rather sent off a fireball in a room full of smokepowder than stop Astarion in his tracks. He brought a hand up to curl into the vampire’s hair, not pulling him away or urging him closer, just resting, grounding. A breathy chuckle escaped his lips nonetheless when Astarion noticeably leaned into his touch
“Heavens, ‘Star, w-what are-...what are you doing to me?”
Astarion smirked, giving one more long lick from his stomach to his chest before lifting his head, devilish crimson eyes meeting hazy brown orbs, and relishing in the way they crossed when he caught Gale off guard by crooking his fingers again.
“Bringing you to heights you wouldn’t even begin to comprehend. You can give me another one, won’t you?”
Pleasure he couldn’t comprehend? For Gale of Waterdeep, wizard of great renown, once a Chosen of Mystra? Who had bedded the goddess of magic herself? If anything, Gale should’ve been the one saying those words. He could’ve laughed.
He was, decidedly, not laughing.
In fact, he was taking a shuddering gasp as Astarion thrust those magnificent, torturous fingers into him with purpose again, and in turn, his cock gave a violent jerk, growing hard once more. He bent his legs, knees bracketing in the other with an audible crack.
“Yes! Yes, please, ah—hah—anything you wish-!”
“Perfect.”
Gale yelped as Astarion’s free hand came up to his thigh and pressed it back to the ground, spreading him wide open. He then choked on a moan when his fingers resumed their brutal pace, ruthlessly rubbing at his sweetest spot. His whole body twitched as the overstimulation eventually gave way to pure pleasure and brought Gale close to the edge again already.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, g-gods, Astarion, my love, oh please-!”
What he was begging for, he wouldn’t be able to pin point it, not when he was burning up from the inside out and had stars sparking in his vision. Hands shot down to the ground and grasped at the grass beneath him, throwing his head back once more. His eyes were turned to the great expanse of the starry sky above, yet saw nothing in his unfocused gaze.
Astarion, however, could focus on nothing but the wizard before him.
Body writhing in the dirt thanks to him and him alone, calling his name and swearing in a manner that he normally never indulged in. It was exhilarating, the power he held over his accomplished, pretentious wizard, a high he would never quite get from anything else.
“Yes, yes, that’s it, keep singing for me little mage. Do you have any idea how wonderful you feel on the brink of your ecstasy? I could keep you here all night if you let me, working you over and over until you’re all dried up. Is that what you want, pet? Would you allow me such a privilege?”
All the response he got was a long, drawn out moan and Gale’s hips bucking towards him as if he just couldn’t help it. A weak drop of precum beaded at the tip, and Astarion licked his lips; he was exactly where he wanted him. With his eyes gleaming in hunger, he surged back towards Gale’s neck and sank his fangs into that pulsing jugular. The wizard could barely even make a noise before he was tipped over the precipice once more, his entire body tense and arching towards Astarion.
Astarion drank in his wheezing gasps with greed in the same manner that he gorged himself on the sweetened rot that poisoned his veins. It burned going down, but oh, it was like drinking pure Weave straight from the source when he brought Gale to such ecstasy, he could almost taste the rosewater.
Nothing like he’d ever had before, nothing he would ever have again, he’d choose Gale over and over again if it was even possible to sustain both of them with Astarion’s appetite.
A hand shot back up to Astarion’s hair, this time with purpose, keeping him attached to Gale’s neck even as he violently shuddered through his second peak. Gale was lost to the sensations, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt anything like this during his experiences coupling in the Astral Plane. Even exhausted, his body craved more, every inch of skin tingling in pleasant overstimulation, Astarion’s bite only aiding in his need.
Much like Astarion, it was like nothing he’d had before, and he was positively ruined for anyone or anything else. Lucky for him, he’d never need anyone other than Astarion.
“Ohhh gods, ‘Star, more, again, please, ag–aaaainnn-!”
He hardly needed to ask, his lover having barely eased his movements before he’d begun to beg. The grin against his neck was more than telling as he fell apart at the seams. Each pull of blood that Astarion eagerly drank down had him floating, the constant pressure to his abused prostate keeping him on an edge he never dreamed of balancing on. All he could do was hold on for dear life and trust Astarion to catch him when he fell.
The pleasure crested and overwhelmed him before he could even comprehend it, leaving him gasping for breath through what was inevitably a dry orgasm, his cock jerking and full body twitches being the only indicator that Gale came at all. His grip on Astarion slackened and that was when he pulled back, his fingers finally slowing to a stop in the meanwhile. Blackened blood dripped from his fangs, and if Gale had any strength left at all, he’d have leaned upwards to lick his own essence from the vampire’s mouth. Alas, it was all he could do to keep his eyes open and on Astarion, dizzy from the bloodloss and the, quite frankly, mind blowing experience that he’d just been given on a silver platter.
Astarion grinned, satisfaction practically oozing from him. He could taste just how pleased he’d made his partner, licking the remains from his lips.
“What a vision you are, my sweet. You did so well for me.”
The praise fell from his lips easily as he slid his fingers out as gently as he could, receiving a groan and a weak twitch from Gale’s overworked body. A dopey smile spread across his face despite the sensation, wrinkles crinkling at the corners of his eyes in a way that made Astarion’s undead heart flutter to life. How adorable his wizard was when he was well fucked.
(He was all the time, but no one else needed to know that.)
He finally released Gale’s leg from his unrelenting grip and rubbed at the muscles at the juncture of his thigh and hip where it must’ve been strained the most, maneuvering him as he saw fit. Gale sighed and groaned, most definitely sore and relaxing into Astarion’s little massage. There was nothing that a scroll, potion, or spell couldn’t fix right up, but who really needed such a thing when he had the nimble touch of a lover?
“You’re quite good at that, you know.”
“I know, these hands have quite a few talents outside of picking your locks, darling.”
A wink.
A returned, good natured, chuckle.
“Oh, don’t I know it.”
“Never forget it.”
“I wouldn’t dare dream of it.”
There was that warm feeling in his chest that always coincided with Gale’s sentiments. In the midst of his gentle touches, Astarion was overtaken with the urge to kiss him, and so, that’s what he did. It mattered not that Gale’s own blood still stained his mouth, it was returned with a dazed enthusiasm, slow and sensual, a complete one-eighty from the heated activities that just barely ceased moments ago. Only the barely there breeze stirred the air around them, carrying the muted sounds of their breathing and the slight smack of their lips moving in sync with one another. Pulling away, a comfortable silence settled over them, and Astarion shifted to lay next to Gale, the exhausted man immediately moving to cuddle up to him.
It was welcomed without question, Astarion’s chill and Gale’s heat balancing out between them.
“I suppose we should do what we came out here for in the first place. The others are going to think we got ambushed at this rate.” Gale suggested, quite noncommittedly.
“Or I could lick you clean, and worry about scrubbing down later.”
“Astarion! You are insatiable!”
A lighthearted wack was given against Astarion’s chest and he only laughed in response, pulling Gale closer to him.
Yes, he thought definitively, this was his favorite.