I never want to see another plant in my life, christ.
This is a loooong overdue piece for @rolaninto2026's day 1 prompt: 'The morning after (a hangout or hookup) and not wanting to say goodbye'
I wanted to do at least a few more of the prompts but yeah no I think this is all I'm going to get done lmao. From here on out I'm exclusively drawing characters in a field in Saskatchewan after a controlled burn.
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Teasing, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (Please wrap before you tap), Outside Sex, Making Out.
Summary: Rolan hears you got invited to a masquerade ball... and he's not going to let on being invited stop him from attending...
A/N: It might be slightly rushed but I haven't written smut in forever and I am so excited to be doing this for the Rolan into 2026 event! @rolaninto2026 thank you so much to @kimberbohwrites and @dutifullylazybread for setting this up! I am having a blast!
Word Count- 3,644 Enjoy!
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Rolan mutters.
“Aw, come on, Rolan, you didn’t think that it was such a bad idea earlier! When we mentioned Tav being here with a date, you were very gun-ho for it…” Lia teases, hiding her snickering poorly behind her hand.
“Oh, is our grumpy RoRo smitten with our dear hero?” Astarion joins in on the teasing, unable to help himself. Rolan makes a mental note that after tonight, Lia and Astarion are not to speak to each other due to them feeding off each other's taunts. Gods forbid they become friends, and she invites the spawn to the tower. It would be endless…
Rolan glares at the Astarion, trying not to lose his temper at his fanged smirk. "I'm not smitten with anyone, besides now that we are here, and I see all the guards, I no longer think ‘slipping in’ without an invitation will be an option. We should go home and forget we even thought of this looniness.”
Astarion hums in delight, "No need to frighten, wizard, just follow our lead and you shouldn't have a problem." With a grin, Astarion brings his golden mask down over his eyes and saunters to the entrance. Rolan sighs before looking over to Gale, pulling down his own mask as he continues chattering at Shadowheart.
"Are we really trusting him?"
Lia rolls her eyes at her brother's doubt as Gale just laughs. "In all my travels, Astarion and Tav are the best at sneaking, so in this case, I would say it's our best option. "
"Just act like you're supposed to be here, and it should be fine," Shadowheart reassures matter-of-factly.
"Right, Right... and how do we do that?" Cal nervously asks, fidgeting with his coat.
Lae’zel stomps forward, crowding Cal's space, "Mask down and do not speak until we are through. Just follow." As she speaks, she pulls her mask down, then his, before grabbing his arm and dragging him along with no problem. They stride in without a second glance from anyone, but then again, who would dare say anything to Lae’zel? Rolan even knows better than to mind his tongue or have it cut out by her.
Gale, ever the gentleman, walks Shadowheart and Lia in, leaving Rolan alone. Rolan sighs before taking out his silver mask that gives the illusion that his horns are coming from it. Rolan approaches the grand entrance, where a bustle of conversation and laughter fills the air. He sees the masked guest, and even though it would be impossible to tell from here, he tries in vain to look for you. He remembers you mentioning being invited to this in passing; you didn't even want to go, but that damned Astarion told you to, for some damn reason. Well, now that he's here, maybe it was just to have an excuse to sneak in.
Masks down and not making eye contact with the guards, they all manage to slip through. Rolan finally allows himself to breathe before pausing to take in all of the grandeur of the ball. The place is a kaleidoscope of colors from all the dancing lights in the high chandeliers to the turning, blooming colors painting the dance floor as the bards make their instruments sing. Everyone is talking so casually, hidden behind their mask. They all take a moment to admire all the polished peacocks and the fanfare, till a tsk breaks the grand romantic illusion.
"What is the point of this... Spinning?" Lae’zel hisses.
"It's not just spinning Lae’zel. It's a dance of precise steps and watching one's partner's next move and anticipating it." Cal says with a cheerful smile.
Lae’zel lets her gaze run over Cal in his forest-green attire before suddenly grabbing his arm and pulling him in with a growl. "You will show me this ‘dance’. Understand?"
Cal's grin couldn't be detained, "O-of Course! My pleasure."
Rolan can’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he watches her drag him to the dance floor. He just can't say no to her. As more join, Rolan and Lias' eyes slide to watch as Gale continues to nervously talk to Shadowheart.
"Ah, yes, this place is rather enchanting, is it not? Conversation, drink,... um dancing... if one likes dancing..."
It’s all too clear to everyone in the room except for Shadowheart to see what he’s trying to do. Lia looks at Rolan with a mischievous grin, “Maybe he just needs some inspiration to make his move...”
Before Rolan can ask what she means, he watches as Gale is cut off by Lia hooking her arm with Shadowheart and stealing her away to dance. Defeated, Gale can only watch. -definitely causing trouble... but at least it’s not aimed at him today.
Astarion gives Gale a pat to the shoulder as they watch the two women fall perfectly into step with another, "Next time, cut to the chase, huh? Come on, let's get some wine. "
With Astarion going to help Gale drink away his. Sarrows, it is once again Rolan ... alone. On the sidelines, he pushes past people watching the dancefloor as people turn about, laughing and smiling with one another. It makes him remember his mom grabbing his hands and dancing about the kitchen as she would sing to entertain Cal and Lia while she prepared supper. The memory can't help but make him smile. Rolan looks at his siblings now, so grown. Lia, in her red dress, laughing with Shadowheart and Cal, grinning through Lae'zel, continuing to mistep on his feet. But then a flicker of soft blue catches his eye.
It was a walk he could place anywhere. She cuts through the crowd like lightning cuts through the clouds,a confident, bright beacon. "Tav .. " Rolan can't help but whisper to himself as he watches you from across the room.
As the soft blue moved like a soft cloud around your skirts of tulle, he couldn't help but smile as the shimmering trim of silver on your dress and mask flicked in the light, making you sparkle like a star. Rolan didn't realize you could look even more beautiful. As you walk, Rolan does his best to keep up from across the room, just looking for a chance to cross the room to talk to you. Though, would you even recognize him? Would you be angry that they snuck in? Oh gods, maybe this wasn't a good idea, truly ... but it's almost worth it to see this vision of you.
Then fate smiles on him, and you pause to watch the dancing just as he had done. Rolan is building up his courage to approach you in the friendliest way he can think of, but then he sees it...
A man, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips to kiss your skin. In an instant, Rolan sees flames. He can't see your expression, but the man, your date, Rolan, assumes. Rolan watches as the man guides you with him to the dance floor. Rolan feels his insides twist in sickly jealousy as you place your hands on the man's shoulders and spin about the room so radiantly. Rolan doesn't remember ever feeling so jealous in his life. He thought this was an immature emotion he had left in his youth, but now it is driving his nails into his palms.
Rolan doesn't know how much of this he can take ... then his feet move. He cuts across the crowd right to the pair, behind your mask. Rolan sees your eyes track him before the man does. When he finally does, Rolan's eyes don't even go to his; they stay steady on yours. He hopes he’s not just imagining things, but as you look into his eyes, he thinks he sees them perk for a moment... like you have been wanting this.
"May I cut in ... " Rolan holds out his hand, waiting for your decision.
The man pauses with you giving Rolan what he can only imagine is a sneer behind his goddy mask, "Hey, we're not -"
Your hand is in Rolans before the man can even finish. "Of course."
Rolan draws you near, placing a hand on your waist as your hand meets his shoulders. You two dance off between the other couples in a perfect rhythm; not once did you two stumble or slow, just keeping your eyes on each other. The music is the only thing Rolan can hear as he struggles to decide what to say. But as you always do, you are there to help him by speaking up.
"Thank you. He ... was a losy dancer," you admit almost shyly with a smile.
"Anytime you need rescue from a dance, you can look to me." As he says it, he spins you around, placing his hand accidentally a bit lower on your waist, but you don’t seem to mind as you step closer to him. Your perfume wafts into his nose, and the sight of your glossy lips in a smile just for him is making his hands start to sweat. thank gods he wore gloves.
Your laugh is so light it cuts all the tension from his body. You lean in closer as if you're telling him a secret, "I will ... do I get to know my hero's name?"
So you don't know. Does he tell you? Or would this then end? Rolan thinks quickly for a moment before he answers. "That would cut the mystery of the party, would it not?"
From the slight pout in your lips, he thinks for a moment you might be disappointed before agreeing. "I suppose ... but no harm in guessing, hm?"
He should have known you wouldn’t give up that easily... And are you flirting with him? As the song ends, another starts, but you two don't dare to stop. It's as if nothing else exists around you two. It all fades into a hum as this game between you just begins.
"I'll give you three questions to help you figure it out. Then you have only one guess.”
You don’t even take a second to think about it. "Deal. And you must be honest. Understood."
"You have my word."
"Question one: Who taught you to dance?"
Rolan can’t help but tilt his head at you, of course, you ask odd, unexpected questions first... "My mother was quite the performer, singing, dancing, and making theatrical gestures. All of it. She taught me when she could, almost a ritual of it every night.”
"Sounds like an entertaining childhood ."
"Definitely a bright point."
Tav gets closer, almost as if that will help her see behind the mask, but before she can try, Rolan spins her. He pulls her closer to his chest, bringing his face close to her ear, "Two more questions, dear ... "
You seem almost breathless as your hands grip his coat tighter, and he feels his stomach flip. "Did you come alone?"
"No. Some others and I have snuck in ... "
"Scandalous .... how come?"
“To steal beautiful women from the rich and undeserving was my goal ... unsure about the others."
You can't help but laugh. "Stealing many hearts tonight?”
Rolan grins from behind his mask, "Oh no ... yours is the only one I'm after ... for you have stolen mine, from the sight of you alone."
"Have we met before?" As the song draws to an end, Rolan dips you down.
"We have, and you have haunted me ever since, I'm afraid."
He brings you back up, and the rest of the ballroom begins to come back to the two of you, the chattering, the laughter, and the applause. Rolan brings his hand to push your hair back from your shoulder, then to touch your cheek. And even though he wears gloves, he can feel the heat from your flush. “So, have you found me out?"
You place your hand on his as you look into his eyes hidden behind the dark mask, "I believe so... but I won't out you here, follow me to... somewhere private..."
You take Rolan's hand and lead him from the dance floor down the dark corridors of the manor, only passing the few silent staff of the place till they exit to a back courtyard through a turning, twisting garden. Rolan doesn't dare say a word to question you for once in his life; he just wants to enjoy this moment for as long as it lasts.
Finally, they stop at a vine-covered cassibo, away from the party and the only other company there being the moon. You let go of his hand and begin admiring the exotic flora covering the space. from the high-vined pillars to the overgrown and flowering bushes.
"I heard this is an enchanted garden that only reveals itself to two people on rare nights.”
Rolan steps closer to you as you rest your back against one of the columns of the space, "So that means no one else should be coming. Quite perfect for privacy.” He brings his hand to your cheek, "So are you ready to end the illusion? To know who I am?"
You surprise him by taking off your mask and letting it drop to the ground, "I'm ready for both of us to stop hiding. " He says nothing as she reaches up and takes the mask, “Rolan."
With him revealed, you smile and bring your hand to his face before moving down to take the gloves from his hands.
"What gave me away? " he asks, watching as you remove the gloves, touching your cool skin to his.
You slide your hands to his chest, followed by Rolan wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer into his chest. Both your bodies pressed together, your breaths becoming one. "I would recognize you even in total darkness with those eyes. Now is all you say true? Or was that just fantasy for the moment?"
"Your torment over my heart has been true since the moment I met you here."
You lean up on your toes, trying to close the space between the two of you, his face so close he can feel your breath against him. He shivers as you bring your hand up his neck to trace up his ears; he hides behind his hair. "Then why now? Why not before?"
"Cowardice...” he admits quickly as he leans into your touch without even realizing it. “But when I heard you had a date ... and I saw you dancing ... "
His confession makes you smile, " You had to steal me for yourself. "
" If it's not what you want, tell me now, and it will silence me forever. I will put on that mask and will never bother you again."
Rolan feels your hand pull his to your hips as you reach forward to touch your lips to his. It was a sweet, chaste kiss, one of shy passion and filled with want. Rolan felt himself stumble forward as your tongue traced the seam of his lips. He parts them, letting your tongue trace softly against his, and it’s the intoxicating push he needed to know this is real.
His tongue against yours, he swears he heard you slip out the softest of moans before you tangle your hands in his hair and part breathless, you rest your head against him. “Now that you have me, what will you do with me?"
"Cherish you in every way ... " Rolan's gaze dropped from your eyes to your shoulders, down to your breasts. His hands roam down from your waist to the small of your back before almost timidly down to your ass. The whole time, Rolan kept a confident facade, but on the inside, he was terrified of messing up. It's all been so perfect… he didn't want it to end.
"Promise?"
It was the sweet whisper of your voice matching his inner timidness, as his hand gripped your ass and his lips found the crook of your neck. A moan escapes your throat as you hike up your leg, wrapping around his hip, to attempt to feel him even closer. Rolan feels every one of your soft curves pushed flush against his, and the contact and the taste of your skin on his tongue has his own skin tingling, but it is suddenly set ablaze as you bring his hand up your thigh beneath your dress.
Quickly, he gets your point and moves his hand forward till it's touching the trim of your panties. Rolan releases your skin with a pop as his fingers brush across the thin fabric, causing a sigh of pleasure to tremble from your throat.
Rolan continues to rub you through your panties, groaning at how the fabric slicks and feeling himself throb every time you squirm against him. he finds your sensitive bud and rolls his fingers against it, his cock swelling at the feel of you getting wetter. Your breath continues to grow frantic as your back arches off the column to push yourself more into Rolan's embrace, your voice in a repeating harmony of his name and begging for more.
You two really shouldn't be doing this here... Hell, he can hear the thrum of the party in the distance. But your eyes are clouded with want as you huff and puff just barely over his lips as his fingers continue to strum over your clit. And as your hips start to buck with the wave of your climax starts crashing through you, you grab the back of his neck and kiss him as you shudder and whine. Your panties are soaked, and Rolan feels it all coating over his fingers. Then your hands are the ones sliding down... to paw and tease his straining cock.
Rolan makes quick work of freeing himself before he aims his leaking tip along your clothed cunt and spreads your creaminess over himself. Your whines and the feeling of your neediness make him groan as he inches your panties to the side to feel the full heat of you. He pauses as his tip teases your entrance.
"Are you wanting me darling?"
You nod feverishly, but Rolan shakes his head, "No ... I want to hear you say it... I want to hear your voice, beg."
"Please, Rolan ... please ... I n- need you."
Rolan buries his face in your neck and nips at your skin before dragging his tongue over your racing pulse. As he slowly sinks into your wet heat, he groans as he feels your body quiver against him, your slick making it easy for him to dip in inch by heated inch.
Your hands ball up the fabric of his clothes, he feels your cunt trying to adjust to his cock, your breath getting shallow with every push. All the way down to the base, Rolan's own body twitches before sliding back. You whine as your head goes back against the marble pillar, waiting for him to thrust back in deeper. Rolan starts slow and deliberate to stretch you out, his arms keeping you up as he leaves sloppy marks all over your skin, his eyes rolling to the back of his head every time he finds a spot that makes your cunt quiver against him.
Each plunge of his textured cock as you squirm as he pushes you to your limits. He quickly falls into a rhythm as his hands grip you tighter. The air is no longer only filled with the sound of the distant music but now married with the shallow breaths shared between you and the rhythmic wet clapping of your meeting sex.
Rolan's tail wraps around your leg with a purr as he feels you clench against him. As his tempo quickens, so does the keening, and before he knows it, your thighs are shaking as you cum against him. He tries to keep himself patient as he kisses you through your high, but as your tongue tangles with his, and he feels your slickness against his pelvis, he falters, rutting into you faster and faster as he pants against your lips with needy whines.
He's dreamed of this on those lonely nights of biting into his palm, and he fist his cock. The thought of just having you in any way has been a plague to his mind, and now that you're here against him, vowing in his ears that he’s yours, he's not ever letting you go.
Rolan fucks against you until you're whining, he spills inside you with a groan as he slows down his thrust and his cock stops its twitching in your depths. He eases out, and you're both exhausted as you both come down, and Rolan takes a second to kiss you again before using a quick spell to help clean the mess both of you have become.
Rolan, finally steady on his feet again, reaches down for his mask, about to put it back on, before you stop him. You hold both his hands in yours with a grin. " I was hoping ... We could have one dance ... as us ... No masks...”
Rolan smiles, dropping his mask back to the floor, uncaring if it breaks. As he steps back with a bow, he holds his hand out to you once more, "May I have this dance, Tav? "
You grab it, and this time you're the one to kiss his hand before stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Of course, Rolan.”
The Morning glow of Ramazith's Tower always felt that much more magical. Nirvana basked in it every chance she got, in those quiet moments when Rolan's face was at ease, watching him rest, the smile across his face, tails intertwined. She wished the moment never had to end, that they'd never have to get up and leave or hope for anything else.
To date this is THE softest Rolan I've ever drawn. The gentlest expression. I like this a lot 🥹
Greetings rolanite.
You look tired. Maybe a little dehydrated. Slow down, take a breath and look at this picture of our favorite siblings. You didn't expect to see them today, did you? Alright, you can go back to reading smut now. 💕
@rolaninto2026
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We now go LIVE to Ramazith Tower in Baldur's Gate for a very important announcement from it's Arch Mage...
(AKA a holiday present from @dutifullylazybread & @kimberbohwrites to all of you)
NOTE: George Taylor is in no way affiliated with 'Rolan into 2026' and/or this fandom week. This is a cameo, requested and ordered through his page as a present from Darcy and Kimber to all of you, and does not constitute an endorsement of anything.
