Astarion and his girlfriend where she gives him a hand job when she is behind him and he starts to feel the need of having to pee, but he puts it for later thinking he can go after sex.
Possibly, under Cazador, he wasn't allowed to show weakness for his reputation there. But while getting stimulated so good with both a hand job, praises, kisses and another hand caressing him, his legs buckle up and he ends up going. Then he cries because he's embarrassed and thinks she doesn't want him anymore, while she shushed him quietly and gently calms him and it's all so sweet between them.
no need to ask if you can hold it while he pees lol it's just gonna happen.
Contains: handjob, praise, piss, wetting, hurt/comfort
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You assured Astarion going into this that he wouldn't have to do anything. No charming seduction or salacious words, just sit back, relax, and enjoy. Literally sit back. You had propped yourself up against a large rock with your legs spread for him to sit between and rest up against you. As he made himself comfortable, he leaned his head back to rest on your shoulder, where you could run your fingers through his curls and he could smile up at you, flashing those characteristic fangs. You loved his toothy grin, but you were more interested in something lower than that.
You ran a hand down his body, over his abdomen, over the slightest bit of belly.
That's new, you thought. His stomach hadn't looked that full before. After a diet of rats and bugs for 200 years, you weren't surprised he was pretty lean, but this gave you a bit of hope that he was finally eating well. And you sure hoped so; you'd been feeding him well!
You pressed on that little bit of fat and he jolted.
"Sorry," you said. "I just noticed you were fuller than before."
"Yes, full of blood," he said. "That will take some getting used to. Let's just avoid any, well... pressure."
"Big meal you had there, huh?"
He laughed. "You don't know the half of it."
You ran your hand down to the fine patch of dark silver curls around the base of his dick, teasing him with light touches. He fidgeted and moaned, trying to get your hand to brush up against his shaft, until you mercifully wrapped your hand around it and began to stroke.
"When was the last time someone gave a thought to your pleasure, hm?" you purred.
"You're... sweet..." he moaned softly. "I almost forgot..."
He bucked his hips a few times, moaning longer and louder.
"I almost forgot how good it feels."
You leaned down and kissed his cheek. "That's the plan, love. I'm gonna make you feel real good."
You rested your chin on his shoulder and watched your hand move up and down his length. He moaned and writhed in place and his tip leaked precum in little drips. The more you stroked him, the more he leaked.
"So needy," you said. "At the end of the day, you're just so pent-up, aren't you?"
He bit his lip and nodded. "I just want to cum..."
"Should I go faster?"
"Yes! Yes, please, please go faster! I can't wait much longer!"
You pumped his cock much faster, and you focused on some more sensual loving to get him there a little quicker. Your free hand caressed his body and you kissed his neck and shoulder. When your lips weren't pressed against his skin they were just a hair's width away from his ear as you whispered sweet, salacious things.
"You're doing so good. You've gotta be close now, right? All that tension is gonna make you snap, and then you'll cum all over the place. Think about how good that would feel. How good it'll feel to finally let go."
He whined.
"Are you close?"
"Yes..."
"That's good, Astarion. You're doing so good. I'll get you there real soon, I promise. Besides, your poor body can't hold it in forever, right?"
"Don't... remind... me!" he groaned. "Oh, gods... Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, no--"
Instead of having an orgasm, like you were expecting, he started uncontrollably pissing, all over the ground in front of him, and while you still held his dick in your hand. His legs still shook a lot, and he let out a string of incoherent moans and sobs, all while his pale skin turned a deep pink from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
Oh. Maybe he wasn't putting on some much-needed weight after all. Maybe precum wasn't the only thing he was leaking. One thing was certain: all that liquid he'd filled up on earlier led to a long, hard stream that seemed to go on forever, and the longer it went on, the more those moans became sobs. You didn't know whether to even move or not!
The stream died down to nothing more than a few stray drops falling from his tip. He buried his face in his hands, shaking your hand away.
"Oh... gods..." he whispered.
He broke down crying right there, bringing his knees to his chest while keeping his feet on either side of the massive puddle he'd just made, shrinking away from you as much as he could.
"Astarion," you said softly. "It's alright."
"Don't look at me!" he sobbed.
"Astarion, you didn't do anything wrong!" you assured him, getting up on your knees and putting an arm around his shoulders. "I just... I had no idea. You didn't say anything."
"Of course I didn't! It would have made me look weak..."
He sniffled. "Cazador would have had us flayed for admitting weakness. Especially if it took time away from a c-conquest..."
"I'm not a conquest, Astarion. I wanted to make you feel good," you said. "I'm not mad at you."
You leaned in. "There's nothing wrong with being weak."
"Well, now look. The most good I felt was from pissing all over us both! That's weak! You don't see a problem with that?"
"Astarion, come here."
As you moved over to a dry part of the ground, you pulled him into your lap. You felt his erection press against your stomach, undeterred by what he'd established was a deeply humiliating experience. You'd had some mood-killing moments in your time, but it made you wonder.
"I'm sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't be honest with me," you said. "I swear I would have stopped and let you go."
"It's not you. It's always him," he growled. "I still can't get myself to remember I'm safe now."
"It's not that easy. There's probably a hundred things you still do the way you were told without even thinking about it."
"No, no, this one was new," he joked. "Two hundred years of conquests and I never once wet myself. How in the hells am I going to live this one down?"
You looked down at his hard cock.
"You wanna keep going? End it on a high note?"
He chuckled. "Now that you mention it, I was close."
