Rating: E
Word Count: >1k
Content: 18+, temperature play, blowjob, mild cumplay
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Astarion's reading in his usual spot by the fireplace, posture relaxed, leaning his head on one hand. You approach with a steaming mug. He glances up and gives you a smile.
"What's that, love?" he says.
"Peppermint tea," you respond, setting it on the side table beside him.
He looks at it, then back at you. "Erm. Sweet, but you know I don't really drink tea. It all tastes like ash water."
"I know," you say, moving around in front of his chair and going to your knees. You run your hands up the tops of his thighs and his book droops a bit in his hand as he gives you a knowing look.
"It's not for you," you say with a smile as you go to undo his laces.
"What are you up to?" Astarion purrs as he lifts his hips for you to slide his soft trousers and smallclothes down his toned thighs. "Not that I'm complaining."
"I was making myself a cup and I had a thought," you reply, running light fingers over his cool skin, lighting up the areas over his thighs, his abdomen, his pelvis. His soft cock stirs, arousal waking. His hand falls over the side of the chair, book forgotten and dangling from his fingertips, eyes half-lidded as he watches you tease.
You hold his eye as you lean forward and take him in your mouth, encouraging him harder. Astarion gives a soft groan of approval, fingers of his free hand reaching out to play with your hair.
"Still not sure what the tea's for," he breathes. The soft skin of his cock goes taut in your mouth, his erection coming to full mast. You press your tongue firmly along the underside as you slide off of him, amusement in your eyes as you blow on his spit-slick skin.
"Ooooh," he murmurs with a lilt, his erection jumping a little at the sensation. "But why'd you stop?"
You raise an eyebrow at him and reach for your tea, the ceramic cup nearly too warm to touch, and sip a careful mouthful. It's still quite hot, but not scalding. Cooled just enough to comfortably hold it in your mouth, which you do, allowing the soft and tender flesh inside to grow warmer than your natural heat allows. The mint tingles on your tongue. Astarion watches, intrigued. You smirk as best you can with your mouth full.
Then you swallow and immediately take him fully into your mouth again.
"Holy-" Astarion growls, throwing his head back and involuntarily arching his hips up, deeper, seeking the molten heat that is your mouth, heightened even more against his own cooled skin. He hits the back of your throat and you give a small cough, a tear forming at the corner of one eye.
You pull away, saliva and his clear pre-fluid connecting your lips to the head of him, and say, "Too much?"
Astarion's chest heaves and he blows out his breath as he tilts to look down at you, an inferno in his eyes. He shakes his head.
You grin. "Good." You take another sip and go again.
He melts under you, one leg twitching a bit from overwhelm as the rest of him sinks deep into the cushions of his favorite armchair. His head lolls to the side and he pants, his tongue moving barely past his bottom teeth as he watches you work him, eyes hooded. You twist your head and swirl your tongue, warming every bit of him. Each time you pull off to reheat your mouth with more tea, you see the head of his cock swollen and flushed pinker than usual.
He whines when you leave and squirms when you return. Sweat begins to bead along his forehead.
"Darling," he whispers at last, his thighs tensing on either side of you. "Oh, darling, keep it up and I won't last another minute."
You take your time, keeping him right on the edge until you go for one last mouthful of tea, keeping a little in your mouth this time as you swallow him down. He twists his fingers in your hair and whines out a reedy, "I'm going to come, I'm going to come, I'm coming-"
And he does, salted spunk mingling with the peppermint still on your tongue. You swallow it all, helping him ride it out to the last. When you pull back, peering up at him with your mouth wet and pink, he's collapsed bonelessly in the chair, still staring out at you from half-closed eyes. His throat bobs.
Then he reaches out, quick as a blink, and palms the back of your head to bring your lips to his, his tongue delving into you to taste that last bit of mint and heat and slick.
18+ MINORS DNI, no pronouns used, sucking astarions dick like he deserves <3, this got a little sappy but i love him and he deserve it, unedited i'm sorry i'm still getting over a cold but obvi sucking dick comes first
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his own pleasure, deep and pure and wanting to be given by the sweetest of loves, was still something astarion was getting used to. though he cheekily accepts anything you give him, he can feel how his skin runs much warmer than it usually does under your affections, as if he’d been basking in the sun for far too long but after so long without it, without you, he wasn’t keen to pull himself away either.
even if his skin burned with a blush so deep he’s sure you can see it in the darkness of your tent and through your heavy lashes each time you peek up at him from your place between his legs, he didn’t want to look away, didn’t want it to stop. he never wanted your love to stop.
your lips are soft and teasing as you kiss from the base of his cock all the way to his flushed tip where you place multiple delicate kisses while slowly pumping his length in your hand. he’s hard and aching and you aren’t in much better shape, a fact you’re sure is not lost on him either. before astarion can even find his breath, stolen from the moment of your addicting touch and loving words, you swipe your tongue flat along his leaking slit, the taste of him melting against your tastebuds.
deep and breathless, laced with wanting and what you swear is the melody of the heavens on his tongue, he calls your name, unable to stop the way his hips buck up to feel more of you. you are so easily coaxed to give in- no teasing tonight- hollowing your cheeks and taking him in inch by inch, feeling your own arousal growing with his heaviness on your tongue and his precum sticky in your mouth.
lewd wet noises and quiet mewls from you both fill the tent in time with the pace you set, trying to take him deep and deeper with every bob of your head and with each tap at the back of your throat, every murmur astarion makes about how divine you feel, you can’t help but return with your own whimpers. telling of just how much this was affecting you too.
every way he reciprocates only adds to it all; the long fingers that have found their way into your hair, lightly tugging on your roots when you swallow him deep and let out a small choke that makes him even harder or how easily your free hands find each others and your fingers lace together perfectly, letting you feel the pressure of his attempt to not cum too quickly, to keep you closer and closer to him.
“fucking hells, my love,” he voice is raspy, betraying of just how much of his sanity is slipping from him all at the mercy of your pretty mouth and greedy tongue but you could have him all.
you can feel him pulsing against your tongue, can taste more of him than before and when you pull away for your first full breath of air since you settled between his legs, a string of saliva and pre still connects you to his pretty pale cock. you can feel his ruby eyes on you, watching the shimmering string snap and coat your lips even more, taking in your heaving chest and the feeling of his undead heart beating uncontrollably when you look up at him like that.
he pulls on your hand that he hasn’t stopped holding with more force than you anticipated, having you nearly stumbling completely flush against him. you catch a glimpse of sharp fangs behind panting lips as he pulls you closer, now sharing every breath, the wetness on his cock smearing and cooling on your stomach.
“look at you..” the pads of his lithe fingers caress down your cheek, over the wetness of your mouth, yearning to kiss you but wanting to take you in for just a moment longer, not forget the sight of your love and lust filled eyes, your messy mouth, the warmth of your cheek that is as hot as he is. you melt into his touch, lean closer to him, the slight chill of his lips like a feather against your own as he says, “you are a vision.”
“astarion..” his name fades into your kiss, into the way he hastily takes off the rest of your clothes and indulges in you, in your love, a sweet whisper filled with your desire and devotion that he swallows again and again and returns to you tenfold.
how do you think Astarion would respond with an inexperienced Tav?
See, this is fun, because there's two sides to Astarion that you experience as he grows and changes.
Early Astarion:
Just due to being overwhelmed and naive, you easily let on that you have no idea what you're doing. Even in casual conversation amongst your companions. Astarion figures this out pretty quickly, and he's nearly literally salivating. He needs to manipulate someone and he's going to do it by giving you pleasure you can't even imagine yet. You're eager and need a little guidance, but he takes his time with you. For all that he was only after an alliance, he does try to make things nice and be gentle with you. He's not a monster, and you are very sweet to him.
Maybe it's how trusting you are, or how you open up to him, that helps him start to fall for you for real. He almost can't handle it when you want to learn how to make him feel good. He doesn't even know how to tell you he's not sure what makes him feel good.
Later Astarion:
Trust and love have grown between you and he's eager to help you explore everything. He starts to find great enjoyment in learning what you like, how to make you produce the most lovely noises or blush red all over. The best part is that you're experiencing new things together because everything with you feels so good, and you get to figure out what he really wants too. And he's so eager to give you any experience you want, to use anything he knows to bring to bliss, because he knows you'll do the same for him.
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