Astarion is not inexperienced by any means, and has always been up to try anything, after all, that’s where he believed his value hide.
But after meeting you, he discovered that he didn’t need to perform in bed, to make it a mere act. No, because now everything was bathed in an intimacy he begs to never forget. Everything was tender and sweet, even when things got a bit rough which was a rare occurrence.
He teaches you new ways and interesting points of view and you teach him how to enjoy. How to succumb under all sensations. And sometimes he would be craving nothing else than your touch.
Your sweet hands caressing his skin delicately like he was your most precious treasure (he is), while you sat on his lap. He would let himself enjoy everything by leaning back, and let you and your soft hands and mouth do the rest.
His low whimpers as you moved across his chest, as you kissed his belly was the sweetest music you’d ever heard. He was the prettiest like that, wrapped around your little finger, staring at you with those puppy eyes, pleading for more. His words would be slurred and incoherent, he’s trying to say something else than your name or “please”, but you’ve melted his brain.
— I just melted my own brain thinking about this. I enjoy sub!astarion, i think he feels so comfortable and safe around you that he can be vulnerable like this; a different way of being vulnerable. Sorry if this is trash is 2 am.
you love having him like this, in your lap, pressed so close there’s barely any room to decipher between the two of you. which is how you like it, how you know things are meant to be. the two of you; halves of one whole.
you lean back against the rough bark of a cedar and astarion leans against you, his pretty back sealed to your chest with a thin layer of sweat. his scars brush your nipples with every movement.
before you is a canyon, dropping steeply down to the valley below, and the misty mountain range beyond. all of this illuminated in the silvery glow of a full moon, big and brash in the sky, daring you to look at it.
which there’s not a fat chance of.
astarion’s gaze is glued downward, between his legs, where your hands are cradling his swollen balls and stroking lazily at his hard, aching cock.
as for you, you can’t keep your eyes off the side of his beautiful face, your nose buried in his silver curls.
you kiss the nape of his neck, gently, teasing, and astarion’s entire body shudders against you, his grip going tight on your thighs. ❝ darling, ❞ he says, and the usual brash confidence in his voice is nowhere to be found, replaced by a wheedling whimper.
there’s no helping the giggle that climbs out of you, even as your cunt drips, soaking the blanket you laid out to shield yourselves from the dirt and grass.
❝ yes? ❞ you query, and your hand strokes meanly over the tip of his cock, precum slicking the way as you squeeze.
❝ gods, ❞ astarion gasps, going rigid in your arms. ❝ well. i was going to ask if … mm … if you’d deign to go any faster? please? ❞
he turns, trying to give you his best ‘ i’m a beautiful vampire and i always get my way ‘ look.
all you see, however, is the most desperate, wanton little thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. and he is perfect.
it’s almost enough to make you want to speed up, to milk him until he’s spilling all over your hands in record time.
almost.
another quiet laugh bubbles out of you, and you hook your chin over his shoulder to see exactly what you’re doing to him.
his cockhead is red and impossibly swollen, glistening in the moonlight. there was no need for any oil tonight; he’s wet as any woman.
❝ i take that as a no, ❞ he mutters, and his grip once more tightens on your legs as he starts to drive himself up, fucking your fist.
you tut, immediately releasing his cock, leaving it to twitch wetly against his abdomen, utterly disappointed.
astarion makes a beautiful, frustrated little noise, bucks once more, and laxes back against you.
with the tip of one finger, you tease the head of his cock, just underneath the frenulum, and are rewarded with a fresh flood of precum and astarion’s exasperated sigh.
❝ you can cum like this, or not at all. ❞
❝ i — ❞ he’s about to argue with you, glaring at you out of the corner of his darkened eyes.
you give him a stern look, and he must think better of it, gaze slowly slipping away.
you sigh. ❝ you’re always so eager to try and wrest control, my love. ❞ affectionately, to show him you aren’t upset with him, you rub your nose just below his ear as you purr, ❝ why can’t you just let me take control for once? to make you feel good? i know you’ll love leaning back and relinquishing control, showing me just what a good boy you can be. ❞
the words ‘ good ‘ and ‘ boy ‘ strung together have the most gorgeous effect on the vampire in your lap. he sighs and lists back, head thrown to one side. leaving you the perfect access to his long, pale throat.
no hesitation, you sink your teeth in.
astarion yelps and his cock twitches where you’ve grabbed hold of it again.
❝ mother, ❞ he admonishes, breathless. his gaze retrieves yours; he’s joking, but only somewhat.
you decide to play along. ❝ yes, my sweet darling boy? ❞
he sniffs, looking bashfully away. ❝ i’m supposed to be the bloodthirsty vampire around here . . . ❞
starting to slowly pump your hand on him again, you press your breasts harder into his back, so he can feel how hard your nipples really are. ❝ mm, guess what? right now, you’re just my good boy. ❞
a hitch of breath, astarion’s hips aching to just thrust up into your grip until he cums.
you shush him, keeping a steady, defiant pace with your hand.
the first sign of his impending climax is a tightening of his balls in the palm of your hand as you roll them gently. the second, his nails digging deliciously into the meat of your thighs as he starts to pant.
❝ love — ❞
❝ i know, astarion. i know. just let it go, darling. be the good boy i know you are and cum for me. all over yourself. ❞
amidst the soft moist sounds of your hands pushing him over the edge, astarion gasps and his hips thrust sharply up, every muscle in his body going taut. the sight is incomparable. you could watch astarion lose himself time after time and never get sick of it.
cum shoots in thick ropes over the vampire’s toned abdomen, his thighs quivering, cock throbbing and twitching between your fingers as you glide one knuckle along that sensitive spot just below his contracting balls.
❝ by the gods, ❞ astarion chokes, as the strings of cum die out, the remainder oozing instead over your hands and wrists.
❝ someone was pent up, ❞ you giggle, slowing your ministrations. ❝ think we got everything or should i try for more? ❞
astarion grabs for one of your hands to still it, and you find that his fingers are trembling. ❝ please, no. i . . . i do think that’s enough for one night. ❞
❝ hm. fine. ❞ you scoot back just enough to be able to cant your hips up, dragging your wet cunt along his lower back. ❝ my turn, then. ❞
contents: MAJOR 18+ MDNI, plotless smut, mentions of safe word however not used, slight mentions of past trauma, sensative elf ears, use of toys and lube, ass play/pegging (male receiving), dry humping, nipple play, oral (male receiving), male masturbation, orgasm denial, praise, precum, sweet fluff at the end
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The thought had been drifting in his mind for a while, ever since the night he shared with you in the graveyard. Claiming back your body and growing comfortable with intimacy again was one thing, but this? This was going to take a lot of trust… And a lot of patience.
The thought and conversation of you taking control in the bedroom had come up quite a few times, not only because it intrigued you, but Astarion wanted nothing more than to experience something new with you. The only issue was his past. He was afraid taking on a more submissive role would remind him of his years with Cazador…
But, he knew he could trust you. He knew that you wouldn’t do anything to push him past his limits, unless of course he asked for it. You have even discussed a system for it; a special word he would use if he needed a break or if he changed his mind. A smile flit across his face. He felt so safe and secure with you… And he knew that he wanted to do this, as long as you were comfortable as well.
He walked into your shared bedroom to find you in a black silky night slip, long enough to reach to your mid thigh. There was a slit in one of the sides, revealing more of your beautiful, soft skin. You were curled up on the bed reading a book. The faint glow of the candles in the room illuminated you beautifully…
Gods, you were perfect.
He felt his cock harden at the sight of you. He took a small breath, nervousness starting to fill in his chest. He walked toward the bed and tried to keep his usual composure. “Hello, my sweet,” He said in his usual honeyed voice, and walked toward the bed.
You looked up and grinned at him. You always looked so happy to see him, it made his undead heart swell with delight. “Hi, my star!” As you looked at him you could notice he was nervous, despite the front he was putting on. You marked your page in your book and set it on the nightstand, sitting up. “Is something the matter?” You asked.
If he had a pulse, he knew it would be quickening right now. Not only because he was nervous to ask you, but because of how much he loved you. You always knew exactly what was wrong, even when he tried hiding it. He smiled and sat down next to you and placed his icy cold hand on your thigh. “I’ve been doing some thinking…” He started, looking into your eyes. “And I think… I would like to try that… Thing we’ve been talking about.”
You took his hand in yours and looked back into his eyes. “Really? Are you sure? Because I don’t want you to feel forced or pressured, my love,” You said, squeezing his hand gently.
He smiled as he felt a couple of small tears swell in his eyes. He couldn’t help it… This is exactly why he trusted doing this with you, because of how safe you made him feel. He took your hand in his as well and nodded. “I want you to have all of me, darling. Even my vulnerable sides. I trust you with everything in me.” You grinned as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He returned the kiss happily, cupping your face in his hands, the warmth of your skin filling his entire being. He craved you, more than you could ever know.
The kiss soon turned from soft and gentle to deep and greedy. Your tongue swept across his lower lip and he allowed you access. Your tongue danced around his and you started to crawl on top of him, straddling him. He made a small moan as he felt you push against his almost painfully hard cock. He could feel beads of precum soiling his trousers as you kissed along his jaw, and eventually his neck. He put a hand on the back of your head, relaxing into you. A whimper left his lips as you gently nipped at his pale skin, leaving small love marks on his pale flesh.
You slowly lifted up his shirt looking up at him, silently asking for permission. He nodded and you lifted it over his head. He felt your eyes scan over his body, love and lust filling both of your senses. Your thumb slowly reached out to draw slow gentle circles around one of his nipples. He gasped softly and bit his lower lip, trying to hold back his moans. You noticed this and smiled sweetly at him as you leaned forward to whisper into his ear. “It’s okay, my love. Make all the sounds you want, there’s no need to hide,” Your voice was a soft purr in his ear and he grunted, not budging. You smirked and laid soft kisses along his ear, earning you another gasp and a whimper.
“Sensitive here, are we?” You asked playfully, taking the curve of his ear between your lips and sucking on it gently. You continued to tease his nipple and pressed your thigh in between his legs. He shuddered under you, gripping onto your shirt. The pleasure was absolutely insane, and you had barely even started. His cock throbbed against your thigh as he started to unconsciously buck his hips against it. You chuckled softly as you kissed your way down his body. You took one of his hardened nipples into your mouth and sucked gently, swirling your tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Astarion’s breath hitched in his throat, his back arching slightly. “D-Darling, that feels… Too good,” He moaned, earning a moan of approval from you. You lifted your head up to look him hungrily in the eyes, a smirk on your face. “We’ve only just begun, my love.” You purred.
You kissed further down his body and tugged down his trousers, his cock springing free from their grip. It was standing perfectly upright and throbbing, precum trickling down the shaft. You bit your lip at the sight, feeling your own arousal growing. But that can wait, right now his pleasure was your priority.
You gently took a hold of him in your hand and pulled back the skin, revealing his pulsating tip. You locked eyes with him as you agonizingly slowly swirled your tongue around his tip, lapping up his precum. He bit his knuckle and his chest heaved, staring down at you working your magic. “P-Please, darling…” He whimpered. “Y-Your mouth… Please.”
You felt the pool of heat in your stomach grow, molten lava burning at your core. The sight of him quivering at your touch and the sound of him begging was so arousing. Almost as arousing as when he takes control of you. You stop the movement of your tongue and he whines, bucking his hips slightly trying to fuck himself in your hand. You let go and smirked. “Be patient, my love,” You purred. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
His whines were music to your ears. The vision before you could put the finest artists of Faerún to shame. His pleading eyes, his failure at trying to hide his sounds of desperation, his rock hard throbbing cock… He was beautiful.
“I-I… I want my cock in your mouth,” He pleaded breathlessly. “Please, darling… I can’t take it anymore.” You smile as you lean back down and take his cock in your palm once more. The words you spoke next are what you’ve been wanting to say for a while, and you knew it would send Astarion over the edge.
“Good boy.”
A shocked, but aroused sound came from his mouth before you parted your lips and took his length into your mouth. He moaned loudly at the sudden sensation and threw his head back, gripping the bed sheets underneath him. You sucked gently and swirled your tongue around his length, bobbing your head, taking more and more of him into your throat.
Thankfully because of your nights together in camp, your gag reflex has decreased, so you could confidently take him all the way into your throat no problem. Your head slowly slid down the rest of the way and stayed still, letting him enjoy the warmth and wetness of your throat. You also stick out your tongue to ensure every inch of him is deep inside your throat.
He is a whimpering, pleasing mess. Watching you take his entire cock so effortlessly makes him throb inside your throat. He wants nothing more than to take back his power and grab your hair and fuck himself in your throat, but he resists, he wants you to make him feel good.
You suck around him as you bob your head up and down, a bit faster this time, making sure to take all of him in your throat at every pass. He moans loudly and grips the sheets tighter, tearing it a bit. His hips start to thrust, matching your pace. You can taste more precum flowing from his tip and his cock swells even more in your mouth. You can tell he’s about to come undone.
“F-Fuck!” He cried out. “Tav you’re gonna make me-“ You suddenly pulled off of him, leaving a thick trail of spit and precum connecting from his cock to your mouth. You smirked greedily at him as he whined pathetically. “W-Why.. Didn’t you..” He whimpered, his chest heaving with every breath. His cock looked as if one touch would make it explode. It twitched violently in the air, begging for release. You chuckle softly as you crawl atop of him once more, kissing him sweetly on the forehead.
“I’m not quite done with you yet, my heart,” You purred. You got off of him as you went to your nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube. “You wanted to do… Everything we discussed, right, Star?” You asked, turning to him. He took a deep breath and nodded eagerly. “Yes,” He replied. You smiled. “On your hands and knees for me then,”
He quickly obeyed, getting on his hands and knees and arching his back, letting you have full access to him. You sat behind him and gripped his ass cheeks firmly, nibbling on your bottom lip. “You remember what to say if you want to stop, right, Star?” You asked, starting to get your index finger lubed. “Y-Yes, my love,” He replied. You smiled and kissed the back of one of his thighs. “Very good boy,” You purred, your praise earning you an eager moan from the beautiful vampire before you.
You made sure to get your finger very well lubricated. You were quite nervous because you’ve only ever done such a thing to yourself, but you figured it couldn’t be too different.
You slowly circled Astarion’s asshole with your finger, making sure he was nice and relaxed. It twitched under your touch and Astarion let out a long breath. “That’s it, my star, just relax,” You praised, gently rubbing his leg with your other hand. Once you felt his hole was nice and relaxed, you slowly started to ease your finger inside, only until your first knuckle. He moaned softly as he stretched around you, and quivered. You stopped to give him some time to get used to it.
“How does that feel?” You asked soothingly. His legs quivered as he stuttered. “P-Please… More,” You smirked and hummed softly. “I want to hear you beg more, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” You purred. He whined and arched his back more, trying to sink himself more into your finger. “M-My love, please… I need you… inside me,” You could tell he was embarrassed, but you could also tell how much he liked it. A fiery desire was growing in his crimson eyes and it made you hunger more and more for him.
“Of course, my love. Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?” You said sweetly as you pushed your finger inside him further, nice and slow. Soon enough your finger was all the way inside of him. He stretched so nicely around you, and you couldn’t help but wonder how much he could take… You supposed you would find out soon enough.
You reached underneath him with your free hand and took his cock in it, starting to slowly jerk him off. You moved your finger at the same pace; nice and slow. His breath quickened and he buried his face in the pillow, moaning out loudly. “Gods, yes!” He cried out. “Please, darling… More,”
Fuck…
The way he begged for more grasped something in you, a side of you that you didn’t even know you had. Your pace quickened, making sure to curl the finger inside of him to reach his special spot.
“Want another one?” You asked, reaching over to give the small of his back a small kiss, making sure not to touch the scar on his back. He nodded eagerly. “Yes, darling. Please,” He replied, frustration filling his voice. You pulled out just enough to line your middle finger up along with your index. You made sure to add some extra lube before slowly pushing the two fingers inside, once again waiting a moment to let him stretch around you.
Suddenly he let out a loud groan of frustration and started to move his hips into your fingers, fucking himself. You were slightly taken aback at this, but decided to take this moment to show who was in power here. You grabbed his hip and kept him still while you started to pump your dexterous fingers in and out of him.
He gripped the bed sheets tightly as he whimpered and shook with pleasure. He never knew he could feel anything like this before, and the fact that you were the one doing it made it that much better. Soon enough he could feel his orgasm slowly approaching.You could feel this as well, as his hole and cock were twitching violently. You slowly withdrew your fingers and got off the bed. He whined loudly in protest.
“D-Darling this is torture… Please just let me-“ His words were cut off as he saw you grab something from the nightstand; a double sided toy with a strap. It wasn’t too thick, or too long, but it was perfect to fit inside both of you easily. The strap was to keep it from slipping, which could very well easily happen since you were so wet. He bit his lip at the sight and smirked up at you. “Mmh, I’m excited for this,” He purred. You smirked back at him and gave him a hungry kiss, flipping him onto his back.
You quickly stripped your clothes and fastened the strap on, making sure it was nice and tight so it didn’t fall off. You got between his legs and generously lined the tip of the toy. You lined it up with his hole, as well as your own on the other side.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” You asked, petting his inner thigh gently with your free hand. He let out a small nervous breath and waited a moment. Soon enough he nodded, looking up at you with half hooded eyes.
“Please… Fuck me, darling.”
That was all the encouragement you needed. You slowly pushed the toy inside both of you. You both let out a loud long moan. Astarion took the toy surprisingly well, especially since he only had two fingers inside before. Regardless, you still waited to move so he could get used to the size of it, which was exactly what he did for you your first time.
His legs shook in excitement and his cock was twitching violently, leaking precum. It was truly a sight to behold… You looked into his eyes hungrily, silently asking for permission to move. He gripped your hips and pulled you into him, making you both gasp in pleasure. You placed your hands on his hips and took hold of them, slowly rolling your hips inside of him. Your side of the toy was angled just right, so every thrust pushed the toy up and against your g spot.
Astarion whimpered softly and reached down to his cock, taking a hold of it and stroking it slowly as you fucked him deeper. You knew he wouldn’t last long like this, especially after being denied his orgasm twice now.
Hmph, showed him. He does it to you all the time.
You decided to show mercy, finally, and rolled your hips faster and deeper, starting to feel your orgasm approaching too. Your core was on fire, seeing him so helpless under you set fire to your blood. You leaned down and locked him in a deep kiss. He whined helplessly into your mouth, gripping the back of your head with his free hand. He broke the kiss briefly to speak.
“M-My sweet, may I come? Please will you let me come this time?” His pleas were adorable, and it only made you pick your speed up even more, your hips now clapping against his. You moaned loudly and nodded.
“Yes, come with me. Be a good boy and come with me.”
His cries crescendoed as he came closer and closer. You lifted him slightly so you could get even deeper inside, and with one more thrust, you both came undone. Pleasure shook through you both like an earthquake. Your come covered the sheets underneath you and Astarion’s shot all the way up to his chest, some even reaching his jaw. He always was a shooter…
After you both came down from your highs you looked at each other, both of you breathing heavily. You were both stunned at how amazing that was. It was like nothing either of you have ever experienced before. It was surreal…
You were the first one to split the silence. “That was…” Astarion finished your sentence. “Amazing,” He chuckled, chest still heaving. You smiled and pressed a small kiss to his forehead. “Would you like to bathe with me, my love?” You asked, slowly pulling the toy out of both of you. He smiled and cupped your cheek. “Darling, there is nothing I’d like more.” He purred.
You grinned and leaned into his touch and reached out to run your fingers through his hair.
“Good boy.”
authors note: this is probably the hardest fic i’ve ever written… i’ve never written a submissive male before so if it’s not accurate or if some things said don’t match up to astarion’s character i’m sorry! also the tags are a bit different from my original teaser post, again sorry about that but i really really hope you all enjoyed!
Summary: Loving Astarion is loving a feral cat. Sweet when he wants something, sour when he doesn’t, bitter when he lies as if she can’t read him like an open book. He does not really know what a real relationship looks like. He's not even sure this is real, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to cling to it for as long as possible, real or not.
Shout out to @emeraldrosequartz , who played this scene with me on our RP server.
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Astarion breathes out so, so slowly.
The stretching hurts at first, but at this point the pain is Pavlovian. It makes his mouth water and his body go lax. She goes as slow as she can, extra aware of his reactions. Inch by inch the slick-with-oil toy breaches his ass and she keeps rubbing his lower back in soothing circles. He bites his lip to keep from moaning, focusing on how good her hand feels on his lower back, but some things are not meant to be held.
"Mmmmmmfffff… Sweet hells…" He moans almost reluctantly, letting his forehead drop to the pillow.
"That's it, you're taking it like such a good boy…" She leans forward and kisses between his shoulder blades, in the spaces between his scars. She cannot help but snarl at them, wishing she could erase them, wipe them off his back. Maybe even give him new ones, ones he’d actually enjoy getting.
But she must push those thoughts and the wish for vengeance aside for now. Astarion needs her and she must focus. He is already trembling with a need that quickly overwhelms everything else, except for the fear. Fear of forcing himself into vulnerability after two centuries of not owning his own body, but - fuck! - It’s such a turn on! To be MADE to submit to someone he WANTS to submit to… Astarion wills his body to relax, as the toy slides back and forth, reaching deeper inside until her hips are flush against his bare ass cheeks.
“We should come up with a plan,” Wyll begins. “A regimen, if you will. I’ll create a schedule of when you should be hunting, roughly every two days to start—”
A laugh cuts through Wyll’s words. Dark and bitter, more like a growl.
Astarion hisses, “Are you out of your sweet, gods damned mind? You’d really do that? Keep me on a schedule? Like…that? Genuinely?”
Wyll looks him dead in the eye. “Yes. I would.”
Wyll notices that Astarion does not feed himself like a proper vampire should. As a monster hunter, and as a companion in their tadpole travels, Wyll simply cannot let it stand. He offers to take charge of Astarion’s feeding habits.
It’s an offer in good faith.
And it is the start of a much more intimate arrangement between the two of them.
he likes the tint of your dark skin against his, the warmth of your hands pushing their way up his thighs.
his breath catches in his throat the closer they get to their prize.
❝ say it, astarion. ❞ the force in your voice surprises even you.
it looks like all the blood in astarion's body has rushed to his pretty cheeks, though it's hard to tell as he half turns away from you. ❝ m-mother ... ❞
❝ good boy, ❞ you breathe, as your greedy fingers finally claim their prize.
