Cast in Starlight
CW: Soft tummies, thigh biting, growling, smut, cockwarming, overstimulation, Lambert on potions
Summary: Lambert comes back to their shared room hopped up on potions, and grounds himself through biting Eskel's soft thighs and getting off. Lambskel, WC: 1.4k+
Tag list: Pending (shoot me an ask if you want on it!)
@dani-dandelino @comfyswitcherblanketfort both wanted thigh biting, and I am Weak for soft thighs so who was I to say no?
(also I love them both dearly)
Eskel wasn’t sure what startled him awake that night. Witchers were mutated to be the perfect hunters, perfect killers, so Lambet’s steps had been quiet down the hall. The door hadn’t been flung open in any sort of rage, his armor hadn’t been dropped to the floor - as a matter of fact it hadn’t been removed at all. All Eskel knew was that one moment, he was in a peaceful, dreamless sleep, and the next he was blinking blearily at the moonlight streaming in through the copious amount of holes in the ratty curtains that hung loosely in front of the inn room’s single window.
To most, he supposed, it might have been creepy to wake up to their traveling companion standing near the doorway, staring. But when Eskel noticed him he didn’t startle further, only gave him a once over, focusing on the black pits that were his eyes, the darkened veins crawling away from them on his pale face.
He was lost like this. Lost without knowing how to reach out, how to make that first step. Eskel only had to reach out his hand, and Lambert’s carefully kept calm face twisted into a growl as he lurched forward. He crossed the space between them in nothing but a heartbeat, teeth on Eskel’s skin as his hands roughly pushed him down - and Eskel let him. Let him straddle his hips and snarl at the shirt that was in his way as he nipped and bit down Eskel’s body.
Good thing Eskel wasn’t particularly attached to the shirt, because Lambert didn’t let it stay in his way. He pulled out a knife and cut it off of him, Eskel’s breath hitching with something other than fear as the cool metal touched his skin. But it didn’t cut him. No matter how frantic Lambert’s movements seemed, he was in control, and soon the knife was thrown down with a loud thud as it stuck into the wooden floor below.
Shirt out of the way, Lambert’s hands and teeth were on him. Eskel hissed when the biting got a bit too sharp, murmuring out a “careful, little Lamb” as Lambert bit down to his stomach. It earned him a snarl that would have sent a human running, but his next nip was more gentle than the last, and Eskel had never once feared the man who was now sucking marks into the soft folds of his stomach.
Lambert stayed there for a minute, hands kneading hungrily into his sides. Though Eskel wasn’t always a fan of rough treatment his cock still twitched in his smalls, swelling as Lambert bit lower and lower, one hand reaching down to rest on the back of Lambert’s head. Lambert’s fingers found the hem of his pants and they were soon jerked down his hips, Eskel lifting his hips up while Lambert hissed and tried to jerk them down further.
“Eager tonight, aren’t we?” Eskel chuckled at the dark look Lambert sent him. The next nip was hesitant, Lambert’s eyes never leaving Eskel’s, his mouth open and panting, fingers twitching and clenching arrythmacially against him.
With rough fingers, Eskel caressed down Lambert’s face, stroking his thumb on the black lines that streaked across his cheek. Lambert didn’t lean into the touch but his eyes fluttered ever so slightly.
“You’re alright, Lamb,” Eskel whispered, the night quiet around them, the air filled with the scent of them. “I’m good, you know I am. I’d let you know if I wanted to stop.”
Lambert’s teeth were back on him a moment later. Nipped past his hips, Eskel’s breath hitching as that hot mouth barely avoided his half hard cock, heading straight for his thighs. Lambert’s hands followed, one squeezing the thigh his mouth wasn’t on, fingers digging into the soft fat that covered the hardened muscles underneath.
It didn’t take long for Eskel’s cock to fully harden. His thighs had always been especially sensitive, and with Lambert sucking marks into him he found it hard to lay still. Lambert looked so good between his thighs, memories of all the times he’d sucked him off at the forefront of Eskel’s mind as his hand returned to the back of Lambert’s head, a low moan drawn out of him as Lambert continued to kiss and bite and lick every inch of his thigh that he could reach.
He looked hungry for it. A growl in the back of his throat, his eyes as ravenous as his lips and tongue and teeth. He switched to the other thigh to mark it as well, not sparing any touch to Eskel’s obvious erection, leaving Eskel swearing under his breath as he watched Lambert cover him in bite marks.
One of Lambert’s hands disappeared, shoved down as Lambert growled low in his throat again. That growl was cut off by a moan and Eskel gasped, knowing Lambert’s hand had wrapped around his cock. His fingers scratched for purchase in the short hairs at the back of Lambert’s head which only made Lambert moan louder, the sound pressed against the soft, sensitive skin of Eskel’s right inner thigh, to the stretch marks that veined across him there.
If Eskel had been human, maybe he wouldn’t have been able to hear the wet sound of Lambert’s fingers finding the tip of his cock, slicking in the precum that leaked out of it. But he could and he shuddered, breath catching, eyes shut tight as he listened to Lambert working himself over. His own stomach clenched at the sounds, tongue flicking out to wet his crooked lips as he followed Lambert’s movements with his ears alone. Knowing just how fast he was stripping his cock, how desperate he was, how wet he was - Lambert had always been a bit of a leaker and he was even moreso with the potions coursing through him.
Lambert hadn’t even touched him yet, and already Eskel found his toes curling, muscles tightening across his body as he tried to hold back. His cock was straining against his smalls, staining the material dark with precum, but Lambert’s teeth and tongue stayed on his thigh, mouthing and biting and sucking so close and yet miles away from Eskel wanted them.
It was the most torturous heaven, one that left Eskel suspended, so close to pleasure. And when Lambert finally nipped his way over to mouth at Eskel’s balls through the fabric of his smalls, it took no time at all for Eskel to fall. Cut loose from that suspension as he came with a low whine, one hand balled into the sheets and the other holding onto the back of Lambert’s head like a lifeline.
He wasn’t sure when Lambert came. Sometime after him and before his mouth became too hot, before the pleasure became too much and he was left gasping and writhing as it found the head of his cock. Lambert never stopped sucking at him after his mouth found him, but his movements became languid after a time, and eventually he got tired of Eskel’s smalls and yanked them down to kiss at his cock proper.
The overstimulation was almost too much, but Eskel knew Lambert was still grounding himself. Lambert licked him clean and Eskel did his best to not hiss at it, did his best to lay still. He licked all the way up to the still leaking head, savoring the heady taste of Eskel there, sucking it into his mouth and letting out a soft moan as it sat on his tongue.
Eventually, he sank down fully onto Eskel’s cock, holding it in his mouth while it softened. As his movements stilled eventually Eskel relaxed, sinking back into the pillows and sheets, eyes barely cracked open as he stared down at the man between his thighs.
His very bitten and bruised thighs. A low chuckle almost escaped him but he bit it back, though he was unable to help the crooked smile that sat soft on his lips. He reached down to stroke his thumb over the receding black lines at the corners of Lambert’s eyes, wrapping one of his legs around him to squeeze him close, making Lambert grunt but otherwise stay limp now that he’d gotten what he needed.
Eskel would never tell him how precious he was like this. Only because Lambert would run like the skittish cat he was over emotions and softness. But though he might not believe it, though he might not think himself worth of such words of affection, with Lambert cast in the soft starlight that fought its way into their room Eskel was certain he’d never seen a more precious person - and certainly no one would ever hold his whole heart like his little Lamb could.
