Kinktober 2023 Day 19
Prompt: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism Pairing: Halsin x nonbinary tiefling Tav x Astarion 986 Words
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Astarion sets up the room. The bed, large enough for three at least, is centered on the floor, unobstructed on all sides. He makes sure the sound-dampening spell is in place. Then, he moves a chair to a corner of the room, and he waits.
He's watched them before, of course, on their evening jaunts to the woods. At first, he just wanted to make sure Halsin was treating Weft right. Once they told him they'd known he was there the whole time…well. He was invited to observe or not as he pleased, from then on. But now that he's free, it's very annoying to trek all the way out there just to watch. He suggested they fuck on a bed, for once, like civilized people, and they decided to indulge him.
The door opens, and excitement rises in his stomach.
"Thank you again for the robe," Halsin says as he and Weft enter. "Although, you wear yours better than I wear mine."
"Are you kidding?" Weft says with a laugh, leaning against him and steering him backwards toward the bed. "Big tough Halsin in a nice bolt of silk? That's exactly what I like to see." They push gently on his chest and he sits on the bed.
Neither of them look at Astarion, but for a moment he feels a tiny nudge in his mind from Weft. It's nothing more than an acknowledgement, a tiny lovesick greeting from his dearest. It makes his chest flutter.
Weft puts their leg up on the bed beside Halsin, letting their robe slip down to reveal they're wearing nothing beneath but their underwear. Halsin leans forward, drawing his face up their inner thigh. "You're only half-hard, my love."
"You'd better do something about that, then. Mn–"
Halsin's mouth is on them now, his tongue sneaking around the edge of their underwear. He pulls one of their balls into his mouth, and Weft threads their fingers into his hair. Halsin unties the side and back of Weft's underwear and leaves them dangling off their leg. "That's more like it," he murmurs, palming their erection and kissing their stomach.
Weft pushes Halsin's shoulders and his back lands on the bed. They drop their robe and underwear to the floor, then lean over Halsin to pull his off, too. They brush their breasts over his cock as they move, eliciting a noise from Halsin. Astarion smiles to himself.
"My mouth has more to offer you," Halsin says, and Weft giggles. They crawl over him and settle with their ass over his face. He drags his hands over their cheeks and pulls them down, starts licking their hole. Weft lets out a sigh and relaxes over him, letting their head fall back. They grind into his face, and Astarion notices their tail casually moving toward Halsin's cock. It wraps loosely around the base, not flexible enough for more than a gentle drape. Halsin's cock twitches and Astarion shifts in his seat, captivated by it.
Halsin parts his mouth from Weft. "Would you face the other way?" he asks them.
"Sure," Weft says, and does as he suggests. When Halsin's eyes are briefly visible to Astarion, he sees Halsin looking at him, and his pulse quickens. When Weft settles back down on him, he reaches for their cock and strokes it while he eats them out.
Weft closes their eyes and leans into the pleasure for a moment, their body bending and twitching in pleasure. Then they almost seem to snap out of something and lean forward, reaching between Halsin's legs. They spit onto their fingers and Halsin moans when two of them enter him.
"Shall I fuck you, my love?"
"Yes," Halsin breathes, and Weft climbs off of him. They pat his shoulder and he flips on his front, and turns around on the bed so his ass is to them. Astarion wonders idly if this positioning is also for his sake, but either angle would have been fine: Weft and Halsin's faces, Weft's ass fucking Halsin's; both have their appeal.
Weft enters him and Halsin cries out. They fuck him, languidly, taking their time. Halsin's voice becomes increasingly pained, and he's almost whining when he says "Weft, please."
"Please what?" Weft asks, smooth as silk. Astarion clutches at the front of his shirt.
"Please fuck me harder. Please, deeper. Ah–!"
Weft picks up speed, gradually increasing the pace of their thrusts, rolling their hips to find his walls. Halsin twists his hands in the sheets, moaning his gratitude. His cries get louder, higher pitched, and when he comes, Weft and Astarion both gasp. Weft only needs a few more thrusts before they come, too, leaning down against his back.
"You marvel," they say to Halsin, who reaches behind and pats their ass. Weft pulls out of him and collapses on the bed beside him. They tilt their head to look at Astarion, and he's already making his way to them.
His mouth is on theirs before they can even speak, his tongue digging into them. They chuckle against him and break the kiss. "Liked the show did you?"
"Taunt me later," he snaps, removing his breeches. "I need to fuck you right now."
"Fuck. Yes." They roll around on the bed so their ass is facing him and he wastes no time. When their legs are around him, he finds their hole and presses his cock into it. They both moan, and they rock against each other, Weft's arm over his shoulder. Their eyes meet, and with one hard thrust he finishes inside them.
Weft wraps their arms around him and pulls him onto the bed on top of them, then rolls him onto his side. They kiss again, softly. Astarion looks over his shoulder at Halsin, watching them.
"Oh fine, well done to you, too." He gives Halsin a quick pat, which makes Halsin laugh.
“Very high praise from you.”