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With the sun fully set and the campfire still burning, evening had approached quickly. All of us were gathered around the fire, faces glowing in the light, and Astarion held my hands in his to keep them nice and warm. Sitting next to him with his body pressed to mine, my heart was beginning to race knowing what was to come. Astarion leaned in close and nuzzled my cheek, lips dangerously close to my neck and the crazed pulse that lay there.
"Can we go to bed yet?" Astarion murmured into my skin.
I nodded my head yes.
As if on que, Karlach gave the fakest yawn I had ever seen. "Well, mates, I think I'll hit the hay. G'night." She stood and held Shadowheart's hand, taking Shadowheart with her to their tent. Gale excused himself, wandering his way back to his bed roll. Lae'zel and Wyll made their excuses and quickly stole away in the direction of Wyll's tent. I would have to ask all about their night in the morning.
"Now?" Astarion asked.
"Gods, yes, let's hurry." I stood and hopped over canteens and logs to reach my tent. I went inside and let the door flap loose, giving us a bit of privacy. I cast a simple spell to light some of the candles that I had sitting on a desk to give us some ambiance. Astarion tumbled in after me, gave a nod of appreciation to the candles, then quickly reached for me and undid the shirt I was wearing.
Cupping my breasts in his hands, Astarion rubbed my nipples with his thumbs and kissed me hungrily. I responded eagerly, reaching for his pants and kissing him back hard enough that my lips felt bruised. After unbuttoning his trousers, Astarion kicked them off and I reached my hand into his underpants, rubbing his hard co*ck with my hand.
"Mmmm yes darling," Astarion purred. He ripped off my own pants and tugged down my panties underneath, leaving me totally exposed in the candlelight. He shimmied off his underwear and quickly lined himself up to me.
"Are you ready, love?" He asked, eyes blazing with raw passion.
"Yes, yes, please." I was whimpering with need and soaking wet. When his co*ck finally entered me, we both groaned with relief, only for Astarion to pull out and push back in even harder, making me gasp.
"Gods, you're so wet," Astarion said. He found my neck and bit down, sucking and kissing while he thrust into me over and over again.
"More, more, Astarion, I'm going to cum, please," I cried out, pushing against him and willing him to go deeper into me, to fill the need I was so desperate to sate. Astarion was heaving breaths as he gripped my skin and rolled me over so that my elbows were holding me up. Astarion's mouth found my most sensitive spots and he kissed and sucked like he couldn't help himself. Before long, I was screaming out my pleasure, begging for more. He lined himself up to me once again and thrust into me, even deeper than before with this new position. The breath was knocked out of me and I felt my body begin to thrum with how close I was to climax.
Astarion held onto my hips and pushed fast, hitting harder with ever thrust until I was shaking from release, gasping for air, and physically exhausted. He pulled out, having finished as well, and helped to clean me up. Once I was a little less of a mess, Astarion pulled me into his lap and held me close, placing soft kisses in my hair and on my shoulders.
"How was that? Was that okay?" He asked me, voice suddenly serious.
"It was amazing. Thank you for checking, I know it's important to you for all of this to be consensual and I love that about you."
"I'm glad." Astarion reached for the wine sitting close by and undid the cork, then handed the bottle to me. "First sip for the beautiful lady?"
"No age before beauty?" I joked back. I took a small sip of the wine and broke out in a grin. "Gods, this is good, Astarion. Thank you." I handed him the bottle and grabbed for my charcoal and sketchpad that I had brought from home. Sitting along the wall was my painting of Astarion, covered by a tarp until we reached Baldur's Gate. Attached was a note with Astarion's name on it, and I could tell that my lover was curious.
"Don't even think about it!" I scolded him, swatting him on the shoulder when he tried to swipe the card. "It's supposed to be for when we reach Baldur's Gate. It's a "we made it home!" gift. No peeking!"
Astarion groaned and slinked away from the tarp covered present, sitting back down beside me. I began to sketch Astarion's face; the sharp angles of his jaw and nose, and the softness of his lips. Astarion kept sneaking glances over at my pad and making approving noises. I took intermittent sips of wine while he took large gulps, and soon enough the bottle was gone and empty.
Astarion's drunken kisses had my blood heating and soon enough we were both naked on the floor once again, with enough lust to fill the entire Sword Coast. Our lovemaking lasted much longer than the first go around, with the desperation of finishing replaced with the exploration of each other's bodies. Still, the explosion that was my climax was something I didn't think I could ever grow sick of.
Many sketches of Astarion littered the ground around us, and Astarion inspected every single one.
"Which one is your favorite?" I asked him, curious.
"Must I have a favorite? What if I like all of them?" He replied. "It's beautifully done, Tav. I'm glad you have such a handsome man to dote on, even if he has red eyes and fangs."
"You're painfully handsome. It's no wonder Cazador had you run ... errands for him." I cringed at my own words. "Sorry. I just meant - you're just nice to look at."
Astarion laughed, but it was achingly dull. "I wish you could have seen me before. I was the talk of Baldur's Gate, a brilliant up-and-coming magistrate for the city. I thought about running for office, but of course everyone told me I was too young." He laid down on the floor and looked up at the ceiling as if he could see it all above him.
"Your name, Astarion, it means 'little star', correct?" I asked. "Your family must have known you'd turn out to be something magnificent. I wish I could have met them."
"I'm sure they would have loved you. I know that they cared for me a great deal. They gave me an education, kept me fed, and gave me devilishly good looks - what more could I have asked for?" Astarion's eyes began to sparkle with unshed tears, and he threw his arms over his face to hide them. I lay down by his side and snuggled into his side to offer what comfort I could. Astarion pulled me close and cried silently into my shoulder. We stayed like this for the rest of the night until sleep caught up with both of us, and I had sweet dreams wrapped in the arms of my Astarion.
