Careful, darling, I bite...

Independent RP blog for Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3 Mature content, 21+ only Mun is 40+ Sideblog, follows from faerunsfinestmisfits Please read rules and dossier before interacting

[carefuldarlingibite]

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[carefuldarlingibite]

THIS BLOG HAS MOVED TO @magicanddaggers

[catchymemes]

[rpmusingsnmore]

[tarotdaddy-deactivated20230807]

I’m a firm believer in kissing places that are usually left untouched during sex. Kissing your hips and ribs. Your spine and wrist. I want to indulge in every part of you.

[soulswearied]

Gale let out a husky laugh, a bit of hair escaping from behind his ear and falling into his face as he leant over Astarion. "I told you, my tongue has many many uses," he said coyly. "Hmm," he let out a little sigh, his head falling back a bit as Astarion's nails worked down his sides.

"Oh, gods," he writhed and moaned, fingers scrabbling at Astarion's open shirt when his lips began to move across his neck. "That's...that's going to leave a mark you know..." obviously he didn't care, but his first instinct was to protest the clearly forming hickey around where the vampire planned to bite him.

But a moment later all thoughts fled completely, and Gale felt himself blissfully empty-headed, not conscious of anything in Faerun except for the current moment. It was far too much one of his biggest turn ons, having Astarion feed on him like that. After a moment he let out a drawn out whine, his hips moving against Astarion's. He was about to beg for him to stop lest he meet his climax then and there, but Astarion stopped just before he spoke up.

"Please," he begged, feeling the spawn's tongue work over the wound at his neck. "You...I'm...I won't last much longer," Gale whined. "You...rile me up too much," he accused, pouting.

[carefuldarlingibite]

"Mmmhmmhmm..." Astarion chuckled with a satisfied, toothy grin as he licked at Gale's neck, lapping up the last little traces of blood that dripped from the wound.

"Is that so, darling?" He practically purred as he pulled back and grinned at Gale, licking his lips and tasting the last bits of the wizard's blood that painted them. "Well, that simply won't do. We can't have you losing yourself before I've been inside you, or you've been inside me." His voice was languid and teasing as he leaned in for another heavy and passionate kiss. "Perhaps for a moment you should just look and not touch... do you think you can do that?"

Astarion's grin was positively devilish as he pulled back from Gale and moved around him like a cat stalking and toying with his meal. Not too far from the truth, but Astarion had already eaten, and he was hungry for something else.

He turned to face Gale and walk backwards towards the bed in the private room they'd sprung for at the Elfsong for a night, having the extra gold after all the looting the rogue got up to. He slowly slipped out of his already opened shirt, letting it fall off his arms and to the ground beside the bed. "If I have you so riled up you might just burst from a touch... then you can watch, you can't touch me or yourself, not until you are ready to burst... up for the challenge, darling?"

He then proceeded to slowly unbuckle his own trousers, sliding them and his briefs off in one swift motion, hopping up onto the bed to sit back on it, bringing his hand to stroke his own hardened cock as he never let his gaze trail from Gale's.

[darklydestined]

I stumbled on you quite by chance, and yet I wouldn't trade that for any amount of gold. I hated you. Then I didn't hate you so much. Now? Now, I'm hopeless for you. We make such a pair, don't we? The fallen cleric, a child of baal no less-and the vampire with a death wish... I do love you, my darling. More than the stars themselves. Gods preserve me...

@baalspawned + @carefuldarlingibite Elion Errel and Astarion Ancunin The disgraced cleric of mystra, and the fugitive vampire spawn...

[inkedftm]

sit on my lap and tell me about your day/interests while we both pretend you’re not slowly starting to grind against my thigh

[soulswearied]

Gale slipped his arms around Astarion's waist and held onto him firmly. "Of course," he murmured with no hesitations, turning his head into Astarions' neck. "Of course I do. I suppose we'll just need to find out what that means together, as we go." he asserted, suddenly taken with a rather intense bout of drowsiness. They'd been walking long and hard for a day or so, not to mention the gnolls and the goblins and all else they'd faced on the way. It was getting difficult to keep his eyes open. "I..I had best get moving, see to dinner before I fall asleep..." he didn't bother opening his eyes. He was quite comfortable where he was-and maybe someone else would take up the slack for once. Wyll was quite a good cook given the chance...or Halsin even....

[carefuldarlingibite]

"You're not going anywhere." Astarion said gently, holding on to the wizard still as if he'd slip away any second. "One of the others can tend to the cooking. We both deserve this time together."

He was quiet for a few moments after that, staring off into nothingness as he caressed his fingers through the wizard's hair. He was comfortable, frighteningly so, if his heart beat it would perhaps be fluttering from nerves and excitement and anticipation of what this all meant.

"I never meant for this to happen, you know." Astarion said quietly, not knowing or really minding if Gale was awake enough to hear his words. He'd say them to him again, eventually, he was sure. "I sought you out for protection, and then you have to go and... accept me for who and what I am, help me to become a better man... make me fall head over heels for you." Astarion said, sighing softly and kissing the top of Gale's head again. "But I am so glad you did. You've given me something I've never had in all my life, in over two centuries. Compassion, acceptance, hope... hope for someone kind in my life. I love you, Gale."

[forkingbrusselsprout]

I have an uncontrollable urge to get Astarion to chill in a bath 😶‍🌫️

[darklydestined]

"You do," he lamented with a little huff. "It calls attention to your hips in a most flattering way. It's simply too complicated to undo at a time like this!" Elion watched it clatter to the ground with a little grumble. "Much better." he quickly undid the button on Astarion's pants. "Now we won't waste any more time."

[carefuldarlingibite]

Astarion chuckled lightly, finding Elion's annoyance absolutely endearing and adorable. It just showed to him how much freedom they had to... be themselves. To just be happy, to not put on airs and fronts and masks around each other. They could be authentic, and that was the most attractive thing of all.

Astarion's own hands were working at Elion's pants as well, while he leaned in and nibbled playfully along the cleric's jaw. "As far as I'm concerned, we're owed all the time in the world for this moment, darling. We've fucking earned it."

[soulswearied]

Once again, as the elf was speaking, he found himself distracted and pressing little kisses along his shoulder. "I.."he stopped rather quickly and looked away. "Do you know for all my...boasting....I...I've not been either. Arguably, Mystra was the first long relationship I've ever had...as...toxic and manipulating as it was..." a disgusted shiver ran down his spine-as distant as it was, he could still somehow sense her disapproval of his words.

[carefuldarlingibite]

"So... this is something new for the both of us." Astarion said softly, keeping his arm draped around Gale, pulling him in a little closer and more tightly. Like if he let go, the wizard would slip away from him. He didn't want that, surprising himself with that realization. He didn't want to lose Gale. What started as the vampire trying to find protection for himself had become something... much more. So much more.

"But you... do want this... yes? A... real relationship, with me?" There's questioning astonishment in his voice, uncertainty about the whole thing clear, and his almost afraid of the answer. Afraid of what it means if the wizard says yes, or what it would mean if he said no...

Regardless, Astarion needs to know.

[carefuldarlingibite]

@baalspawned asked

"Darling, I've found us a little friend," Elion looked delighted, holding the little furry lump close to his chest. "He's beautiful." The tiny baby tressym had one Milky eye, a bit of his ear missing, and only half a tail. His wing feathers were patchy, but Elion figure that could be mended easily with a good diet. "Please, don't ask what happened to his former 'friend'," Elion growled. "What matters is that he's going to be treated far better from now on."

Astarion was a little shocked when he saw the tiny, ragged kitten cuddled into the cleric's chest. It always stunned him, how someone literally created from the flesh of the God of Murder could be such a compassionate person. He'd just ignore the fact that Elion eluded to himself killing another creature to protect this one, but that was Elion... and Astarion adored him for it.

"The poor dear... he looks so frightened. I wonder if Gale's tressym might be able to offer some sort of... help with him." Astarion said, looking like a curious cat himself as reached up a hand to allow the kitten to sniff his hand. "We should get him something to eat... Pigeons seem to be on the menu for tressyms."

[flowersforagrave]

[darklydestined]

As was often the case these days, he felt no reservations, no tenseness, nothing negative about sex. No pressure to perform, no demands to meet that he wouldn't want to meet anyway. He imagined this was what that first shaky love was meant to feel like, the way he'd heard others describing their first few trysts as young people. He scampered up the last few stairs and felt a laugh bubble up from his chest as Astarion swatted playfully at his rear.

Elion tumbled through the doorway with all the grace of a baby giraffe, kicking absently at the door, grateful it had a functionality that let it latch by itself for just such a time. A few of his top buttons fell prey to Astarion's eager hands, and what little had survived, Elion soon made short work of himself as he yanked the shirt off and threw it aside. Nearly instantly, Astarion was mouthing at his neck, which had Elion grabbing his hips firmly and dragging him closer. "If you're going to bite, bite," he murmured impatiently, the tips of his ears flushing red. Gods, but he loved it when he looked up in the middle of a heated moment and found Astarion's lips tinged red with his own blood. The baal spawn in him, he supposed...but no matter.

"Don't tease me, love," Elion mumbled halfheartedly, fumbling at the clasp of Astarion's belt. "For the love of mystra, why'd you wear this one..." he complained. "It takes too long to undo..."

[carefuldarlingibite]

Astarion giggled against Elion's neck, nibbling a bit hard but not quite piercing the skin. The way the cleric fumbled with his belt buckle just had him chuckling even more and he slipped his lips away from Elion's neck to pull back and bring his hands between them.

"I wear it because I look fabulous in it, or so you tell me." Astarion grinned, deftly unclasping the buckle and sliding his belt out of his pants, tossing it across the floor and not really caring where it landed. "Better?"

[taleswrittenmoving]

"Come on!" Karlach huffs at him, "Must I beg?" She just wants to hear something good, she's going out of her mind with boredom, which shows in the way she jumps up and down slightly. She'd love anything juicy, whatever story he has she's dying to know.

"I really, really, want to know. Besides, nothing is going to make me change my opinion of you." Which is a pretty high opinion as is. "Tell me."

@carefuldarlingibite

[carefuldarlingibite]

Astarion gave a little bit of a chuckle, finding Karlach's enthusiastic curiosity to be rather endearing. She is a magnificent being, in stature and in personality. He'd never seen someone who'd gone through so much shit in their lives face it with such hope and courage as the fiery tiefling, and it draws him to her like a moth to flame.

"Well.... all right. If you absolutely insist." Astarion grins as he leans forward towards Karlach, the light from the fire and her own flames dancing along his sharp features. "There was this one time, when I was still working as a magistrate... Oh, there was this barrister that I absolutely couldn't stand seeing in court. Pompous ass from a rich family, but I knew there was something underhanded about him.

"So, I seduced him, gained access to his offices, and pilfered some rather incriminating documents proving bribery and blackmail amongst a few superior members of the courts. I singlehandedly discovered all their dirty secrets, and was able to use it as leverage to advance my own career." Tamer compared to other things he'd done, especially under the influence of Cazador, but those stories were horrorshows, not comedies. "But that was all a very, very long time ago."

[soulswearied]

"Give and take," he mumbled impatiently against Astarion's skin, biting just hard enough to leave a mark against the pale flesh of his shoulder. "But feed if you wish," Gale tacked on as an afterthought, letting his hands dip below the waist of Astarion's trousers.

[carefuldarlingibite]

Astarion let out a tiny sharp hiss of pleasure when Gale's teeth grazed his shoulder. He actually really liked it when the wizard did that, loving the way it made him shudder to his core. The invitation to feed was met with an approving hum.

"Oh, you know precisely the words to woo a fellow." He teased, a lightness to his voice that weeks ago wasn't there. But he was free.

His own hands were working to sneak their way up Gale's shirt, tickling and teasing with his nails along the other man's belly and sides. His own lips sought out the wizard's throat, mouthing teasingly at the tender skin there for a moment with a nibble and a suck. He loved to prolong it, making Gale squirm beneath him with anticipation. He knew how much the other man enjoyed it when he bit him, and the vampire was all too happy to oblige.

So it wasn't long after the tease began that he gently let his fangs sink in, piercing that precious vein to drink in Gale's life blood. What could be more intimate, than your lover offering his very essence to sustain you? And now, with the orb having been stabilized, Gale's taste was intoxicatingly addictive.

But he never took too much, pulling back with a whimpering moan after a moment and licking the puncture wounds clean. "Delicious as always, darling." Astarion mumured into Gale's ear, scratching his nails a little more into the wizard's sides.