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May 21, 2024

Blood, Blood, Blood

Astarion offers Sekh a bit of comfort one night when the drow wakes to his first blood in months.

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Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, blood kink, blood play, menstrual sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, squirting, vaginal sex, mild hurt/comfort, multiple orgasms

Sekh awoke to a sharp ache, deep in his belly. He grumbled, swearing he had only drifted off minutes ago, and pressed his face further into his pillow. He was on his side, his arm draped over Astarion’s waist, the vampire still sleeping soundly.

He gritted his teeth as it continued, seemed to stem to the muscles of his back, his cunt. He shifted, and felt a slick, wet feeling against his thighs.

His eyes shot open, and with a mumbled fucking hells he sat up, tossing the blanket aside. The room was fairly dark- only one of his plants giving off a soft, violet glow in the corner. He hopped out of bed quickly, turning and glancing down at the sheets- breathing out a sigh of relief that they were undirtied.

Gods be damned, it had been so long since he’d bled, he almost always blissfully forgot how it felt. This would explain the aches he’d been feeling over the past few days.

“Darling?” Astarion rolled onto his back, blinked his eyes open slowly. His voice was groggy, sleep addled. “Are you alright?” Before Sekh could speak, Astarion’s eyes sharpened, and he was sitting up very quickly, looking at Sekh with concern. “Are you hurt?”

Oh gods, Astarion could smell it, Sekh was sure. He reached up, pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, “it’s just…” he trailed off, took a deep breath, then said rather quietly, “I’m bleeding.”

Astarion stared at him for a moment, as if not comprehending- before Sekh swore he saw the light of recognition in his eyes.

“I need to go get cleaned up,” Sekh said, “I’m sorry for waking you. Just go back to sleep.”

Astarion pushed the blanket aside, stood up and walked around the bed. He reached up, cradled Sekh’s cheek in one of his hands, thumb rubbing along his freckled skin. “Are you alright?” he whispered, looking concerned.

It was sweet. Sekh appreciated it. He reached up, covered Astarion’s hand with his own, let his eyes slip shut. “Yes,” he said, feeling Astarion’s other hand finding his waist, striking the subtle curve of it. “It’s just been a while.” He opened his eyes again, offered Astarion a little smile. “I didn’t mean to alarm you.”

Astarion’s hand slid from his cheek, rested against his neck, his thumb rubbing over Sekh’s lips. On instinct, Sekh opened his mouth, flicked his tongue against it playfully- and watched the way Astarion’s eyes burned. He had expected a playful little laugh, a smile maybe-

But Astarion looked as if Sekh had just lit his blood aflame.

Astarion leaned closer, thumb dragging over Sekh’s lip again. “You know, darling,” he purred, “if you’re uncomfortable I could make you feel better.”

Sekh’s breath hitched. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t expected this from Astarion- after all, it was just blood.

And it was tempting. Sekh knew from experience an orgasm or two could ease the ache in his muscles, his belly. Would probably let him drift back to sleep.

His eyes went heavy lidded as a playful smile crept onto his face. “Are you offering for me or for yourself?” he teased. Astarion grasped his waist then, pulled him flush to his body, fingers curling into the back of his neck.

“Both,” he breathed, eyes like the dancing northern lights. Sekh squirmed a little, heat beginning to pool between his legs. He gave the faintest nod, and the hand on his waist moved from bare skin to his pants, edging them down his hip. “Can you strip for me?”

Sekh smirked. “What, like a show?” He couldn’t help it, the teasing. It just felt natural with Astarion, now. The vampire cracked a toothy grin, the sort that Sekh swore was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, in all his years.

The kind of smile that was real, unpracticed.

“Normally I’d say yes, but…” Astarion dug his fingers harder into the back of Sekh’s neck, sent a warm shiver down his spine. “I don’t believe I have the patience for that right now.”

As quickly as Astarion had touched him, the contact was gone- the vampire pulling his hands away, taking a step back to give Sekh room. The drow shoved his pants down his hips, stepped out of them, watched Astarion’s eyes move directly to his cunt, to the small smears of blood Sekh could feel, on his thighs.

Before Sekh could hook his fingers in his underwear, Astaroni had him in his arms, gathered up so quickly Sekh was nearly dizzy. He still wasn’t quite used to the physical strength Astarion had, now that the tadpole was dead and he wasn’t starved under Cazador, his potential nearly smothered.

Astarion deposited him on the bed, before he crawled on himself, grabbed Sekh’s knees and spread his legs wide. Sekh bit his lip, might have almost felt self conscious-

But this was Astarion. This was his little vampling, the man who brought out some of the most animalistic desires in him Sekh had ever felt. The man who had, never once, made Sekh question a single inch of his own body.

Astarion leaned forward, dragged his tongue along Sekh’s thigh, gathering up the faint blood there. Sekh sucked in a breath, his skin feeling like it was buzzing, as he heard Astarion groan, felt his fingers digging in harder to the meat of his thighs.

Roughly, Astarion grabbed his underwear, began pulling them down his thighs- with enough force that Sekh could hear the fabric beginning to tear. Before he could even speak the fabric tore over one hip, leaving it looped around only one thigh.

Astarion hoisted his leg up, left his cunt bared for his hungry eyes, as he pulled the ruined fabric down, leaving it lost in the sheets. Sekh arched a little, the room feeling cold against his overly sensitive, wet flesh.

Astarion bit his own lip, fangs poking gently into the plush skin. Before Sekh could even decipher the look, Astarion was settling between his legs, his tongue lapping up eagerly over his lips.

Sekh arched his back again, breath rushing out. Astarion’s tongue was cool, but unlike the air of the room it was comforting. He’d always found every bit of Astarion’s vampirism comforting, if he was honest.

Astarion pushed his tongue past Sekh’s lips, dragged it from his entrance to his clit, tongue making a few slow circles around the bud. Sekh grasped at the sheets, trying to keep from bucking his hips. Astarion held his thighs open, teased his clit with just the tip of his tongue, before he was pushing closer, moving his tongue to push inside Sekh.

The drow trembled, felt the muscles of his belly beginning to cramp- but the pain ebbing as Astarion’s hands rubbed his thighs, his tongue fucking him and sending a much more pleasurable feeling into his nerves.

“Gods, Astarion,” he managed, head spinning. The vampire only groaned in response, his hips rocking down against the bed. Sekh tipped his head back, tried to open his legs more, felt his hips aching with the stretch.

Astarion pushed so close to him he could feel his fangs, against his lips. It was thrilling, Sekh realized, his body going tight over the sheer thought of feeling that delicious pain in such an intimate place. He rolled his hips, felt a sharp pinch as one pressed deeper, nearly broke the skin.

Astarion pulled back, gasping for breath, and Sekh dared to lift his head. The man’s lips and chin were smeared, as if he had fervently been feeding. There was even blood on his nose.

It was his eyes that had Sekh’s heart nearly stopping- his pupils were so blown his eyes seemed black. Sekh tried to say his name, but the sounds were caught in his throat, dissolving into a desperate moan as Astarion bowed his head again, tongue lapping quickly over his entire cunt- gathering up his blood before running over his clit, over and over and over and over.

Sekh trembled, toes curling. He reached down with one hand, got his fingers in Astarion’s bed tousled curls, and pushed his face closer. The vampire whimpered, a desperate little noise, his tongue seeming to lose all rhythm as he desperately licked.

Sekh rolled his hips, panting now, feeling his muscles going tight, wanting release. Gods, he was close. He said as much- a wanton I’m close that seemed to dissipate into the air.

Astarion growled into his cunt, pushed his tongue into him once, before moving back to his clit. He flicked over it quickly, the sudden burst of sensation leaving Sekh squirming, grinding into his mouth, against his fucking face.

The drow dug his shoulders into the bed, bared his teeth and sucked a breath through them, his orgasm so bloody close he could feel it almost beginning, before it ebbed. He tugged at Astarion’s hair, moved him slightly, and the vampire moved his tongue along the side of his clit, then over it, again and again and again and again-

Sekh’s back arched fully off the bed, one of his legs bending, his heel digging into Astarion’s back. His orgasm hit him with such a force that everything went black, even with his eyes open. The bliss radiated through his belly, up along his spine, made even his fingers tingle. He tugged at Astarion’s hair again, but the vampire didn’t relent, working his clit until Sekh was writhing, the stimulation almost too much-

Sekh had to pull Astarion off him, the vampire baring his fangs at the sting in his scalp. But the moment Sekh let go, Astarion was back, this time pushing his tongue back into him greedily. Sekh reached up, covered his own mouth as a sob escaped him- acutely aware that too much noise would rouse Yenna.

And he did not want to be interrupted.

He whined into his hand, as Astarion drank him down- blood and fucking bliss, the vampire trembling over it. The pain Sekh had felt in his belly and back earlier was long forgotten, every bit of him buzzing in a static like euphoria.

The vampire finally lifted his head, panted as he crawled partially over Sekh. He pressed a wet, bloodied kiss to his belly as he slipped two fingers inside him. Sekh tipped his head back, eyelids fluttering, body eagerly clenching at Astarion as he worked his fingers into him.

Another kiss, over one of his scars, then near his collar bone. He tipped his head, slightly, could see Astarion through his ginger lashes, those eyes all jeweled fire, sheer, aching desire.

Astarion nuzzled into his neck, kissed at his pulse as he curled his fingers. Sekh gave a little cry, quickly covering his mouth again, as Astarion chuckled into his skin. “Careful my love,” he breathed, “you’ll wake all of the city.”

Sekh squeezed his eyes shut, felt the corners growing wet as Astarion kept pushing at that sweet spot inside him, his fingers expertly finding it with each thrust. Gods, he wanted to come again already, his body having moved from his first orgasm almost directly into the waiting second.

“Sekh, my sweet,” Astarion whispered into his ear, “can I kiss you?”

Sekh let his hand fall away, eyes opening against his wet lashes, turning his head as Astarion lifted his own. He couldn’t remember the last time the vampire had asked- it was always a given that Sekh wanted to be kissed breathless, senseless.

All he managed was a feeble please, and Astarion’s mouth was on his- slick, warm with his blood. It felt heavier, more iron rich than when Sekh normally kissed his own blood off Astarion’s mouth.

He wondered if it tasted different to the vampire.

Astarion curled his fingers again, and when Sekh trembled and gasped, pushed his tongue past his pretty lips. Sekh mewled, squirmed beneath him, hands reaching up to grasp at his shoulders, blunt nails dimpling in his skin. Astarion groaned into his mouth, before he pulled back just enough that he could speak.

“Come again,” he whispered, fingers thrusting harder now, making Sekh’s very core quiver. “You’re so close, I can feel it. Again, for me love. Please.”

Sekh tipped his head back, gasped as Astarion’s name, his body seizing around his fingers, trying to milk them as if they were Astarion’s cock. The vampire praised him, darling little good boys and eager whispers of Sekh’s name, as the drow rode out his second orgasm.

Gods, he hadn’t even needed to touch himself, hadn’t needed Astarion’s thumb on his clit- it was rare that he could come like this, but it felt so fucking good he couldn’t even be shocked.

Astarion’s fingers slowed, still pushing at all the right spots, before he was pulling them out, popping them into his mouth, rolling his tongue along them. Sekh bit his lip, could only watch, body feeling as if his very bones had melted.

Astarion sat up, made a show of pulling his saliva slick fingers from his mouth, his eyes trained back on Sekh’s cunt. Carefully he maneuvered over Sekh’s leg, got back between them, his other hand moving to palm himself through his underwear- the only thing he’d been wearing to bed.

“Can you handle more?” Astarion asked. Sekh could see the shape of his cock, pressing against the fabric of his underwear, the head leaving a wet patch. Despite the blood on his face, Sekh could tell his cheeks were flushed, even his ears.

Gods Sekh loved when his ears flushed.

Sekh spread his thighs in response, rolling his hips. Astarion bared his fangs, pulling his underwear down to the juncture of his thighs. His cock bobbed free, just as flushed as his cheeks, and Sekh canted his hips in anticipation. The elf grasped himself, dragged his cockhead up along Sekh’s cunt, teasing, and Sekh bit back a whimper, body aching- but this time pleasantly so.

“Don’t tease beloved,” Sekh managed, as Astarion did it again, spent longer rubbing the sensitive head of his cock against Sekh’s swollen clit. “You can’t handle it.”

Astarion dragged his eyes to Sekh’s face, and for a moment the drow thought he might accept the challenge- but his eyes gave him away- Astarion was desperate to be inside him, to find release.

Astarion slid into Sekh’s soaked cunt, tipping his head back and sighing as the heat overtook him. Sekh grasped at the sheets, worrying his lip, trying to keep himself quiet as his body hugged Astarion’s cock, his nerves screaming with joy at the feeling of being full, finally.

The vampire grasped at Sekh’s thighs, held them open as he thrust, slowly at first. Sekh tipped his head back, eyes falling shut- his body flooded with an endless warmth. He wasn’t sure if he was back on the edge or simply basking in an endless afterglow, but it didn’t matter. All he cared about was that it felt good- and that it was Astarion doing that to him.

The vampire released his thighs, leaned over him, braced himself on the bed as his thrusts grew faster. Sekh could feel each unneeded, panted breath against his neck, his cheek. When he tried to open his eyes, managed to just peek through his ginger lashes, Astarion was quick to kiss him, mouth eager and almost daunting.

Sekh got his arms around Astarion, held on as he sucked a that vampire’s iron-tasting tongue, drank down the little noises Astarion was unable to hold in. He wanted to tease, to remind Astarion they needed to be quiet- but he couldn’t bear the thought of not hearing those little whimpers, the desperate moans as Astarion rutted so deeply inside him.

Sekh nipped at Astarion’s tongue as he felt his body tightening, this rhythmic clenching beginning in his belly, a heat seeping to the base of his spine. He was close again. “Astarion,” he breathed into the kiss, managed to get the vampire to pull back just enough that he could speak. “Are you close?”

Astarion swallowed thickly, his hips stuttering for a moment. “Pet,” he managed, words breathy, desperate, “I was close the moment I- ah,” he broke off, eyelids fluttering, as Sekh clenched around him. The vampire cursed, forcing his eyes open. “The moment I was inside you.”

Sekh smiled at that, tried to roll his hips up to meet Astarion’s thrusts. “I want you to come,” he breathed, watching the way Astarion’s lip trembled over the gentle command. “I want you to come inside me love. Right. Now.”

Astarion dropped his head, pressed his face into the crook of Sekh’s neck and shoulder, body trembling as he obeyed. Sekh felt his thrusts falter, could feel the wet heat spreading inside him. He squirmed, biting at his lip, trying to keep from moaning, as Astarion rutted in shallow thrusts, riding out his orgasm.

When his hips finally stilled Sekh released his own lip, fingers tracing the top of Astarion’s scars. The vampire was still pressed into his neck, panting. When he lifted his head, Sekh turned, intent on kissing him, loving how pliant Astarion’s mouth always was in his post orgasmic buzz-

But before he could Astarion pushed himself up, pulled out of Sekh only to plunge his fingers back into his cunt. Sekh cried out, slapping his hand back of his mouth, trying to muffle the noise, as Astarion thrust his fingers roughly, curling and pushing back at the perfect spot inside him.

“You didn’t come, my love,” he breathed, pushing his thumb against Sekh’s clit, rubbing in quick little circles. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

Sekh squeezed his eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners again. His body burned, Astarion’s fingers moving so easily, his body soaked from Astarion’s come, his own, his fucking blood.

Astarion’s other hand pressed flat to his belly, applying a bit of pressure- and Sekh was seeing stars, biting at his own hand to stifle screaming. He was so over stimulated but he just wanted more, more, more.

“You can come again, darling,” Astarion whispered, “I know you can. Will you- for me?”

Sekh’s legs trembled, his entire body feeling like lightning was coursing through his veins, jumping between his nerves. He choked on his breath, squeezed his eyes shut as his body clenched around Astarion’s fingers, right there, right there-

And then every nerve blossomed into an endless wave of euphoria, when Astarion breathed his name. Sekh arched so high his back ached, nearly thrashing, biting into his hand until it hurt, as tears ran down his cheeks. Astarion’s fingers kept their steady rhythm, his thumb still rolling over Sekh’s clit, dragging the orgasm on and on and on-

Until Sekh was trying to pull away, the line between sheer bliss and pain so blurred he didn’t even know what he was feeling. Astarion pulled his thumb from his clit, but kept fingering him, pushing at that spot that had Sekh gasping, nearly hyperventilating. He felt his body releasing in a sudden burst, and heard Astarion gasp, push his fingers in harder, everything sounding so wet and obscene.

“Gods, Sekh, that’s it.” Astarion pushed so hard at that spot inside him. Sekh sobbed, dizzy as he sucked in each desperate breath, felt his body barreling towards another wave of bliss. He wasn’t sure if he was coming or if his nerves were just short circuiting, but gods, it didn’t matter. It felt so good.

He clenched again, felt a wave of relief, heard Astarion’s bemused chuckle, this rumble from his chest as he coaxed him on. Sekh trembled out to his limbs, his fingers, his toes, before going almost limp, squirming weakly.

“Astarion- I can’t-” he gasped, even as the pressure built in his belly, his fucking cunt again. “I can’t anymore.”

The vampire hummed, licked his lips- gods, there was still blood all over his face and neck. “I think you can,” he crooned, “I think you can be my darling boy and keep coming for me. All. Night.”

Sekh sobbed, the room going black- gods, were his eyes closed? He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t tell. He could barely tell what was real. All he knew was that everytime Astarion’s fingers pushed into that sweet spot inside him, he felt pressure building, making him ache, but pleasantly so.

Astarion paused his thrusts, moved to just wriggling his fingers, pressing into that spot, until the pressure was bursting and Sekh felt relief, thrashing about as he squirted up along Astarion’s arm. Again. The vampire whispered to him, words Sekh couldn’t even comprehend, as the room went from black to sheer, blinding white.

He grew limp, and finally Astarion’s fingers stilled. Sekh was panting, hands wringing the sheets desperately. His sight came back to him as Astarion pulled his fingers out, and he watched, almost numb, as the vampire dragged his tongue along his soaked fingers. Blood, Astarion’s own cum, all mingling on his tongue. And Sekh’s bliss, dripping down his arm.

“We taste divine together,” Astarion mumbled, and Sekh managed to lift an arm, reach for him. Astarion stretched out next to him, gathered the drow into his arms, cradled him close as Sekh buried his face into his neck, still quivering. Astarion hushed him, kissed his hair, as Sekh tangled their legs together, wanting to be inside Astarion’s fucking bones.

Sekh tried to say his name, but his throat caught, and Astarion rubbed his hand along his spine. Sekh knew there would be smudges of blood, all along his back.

He didn’t care.

“Did that help?” Astarion asked, and Sekh managed to lean back enough to look up at him. His cheeks were still wet, lashes sticking together, and-

Gods, he felt nothing but a humming warmth, throughout his entire body. He managed a nod, and Astarion kissed his forehead tenderly.

“Good.” He squeezed Sekh slightly, and the drow closed his eyes, feeling like he could drift off again, find the sleep that had been interrupted.

Except- “We definitely need to change the sheets now.” Each word felt labored, but Sekh managed anyway- only to have Astarion laugh, his carefree lit that made Sekh feel warm, in the crevices of his ribs.

“You did make quite the mess. Not that I mind.” Astarion sat up slowly, pulling Sekh with him. The drow leaned heavily against him, but Astarion didn’t seem to mind. “I will have to remember how to make you do that again.”

Sekh felt color and heat, rushing to his cheeks. He hadn’t- he wasn’t sure he’d ever squirted before, wasn’t sure anyone had overstimulated him into delirium in all his years.

Until now.

“Come on love, up with me.” Astarion released Sekh, climbed off the bed, then reached for him, helping him to his feet. Sekh swayed, and Astarion braced him, a smile plastered on his face. He was quite obviously proud of pushing Sekh to the point that he couldn’t even stand on his own.

And Sekh couldn’t complain. After all, he felt good now, felt exhausted. And he wasn’t going to argue if Astarion wanted to care for him a bit. It was… nice, to be dotted on.

“You have blood all over you,” he whispered, as Astarion guided them to their bedroom door, after he pulled his underwear back up properly. Sekh was still blissfully naked. “Gods, it must be all over me.”

“I am far from complaining,” Astarion mused, before he scooped Sekh up, cradling him in his arms. “That was a delight.”

Sekh said nothing, as Astarion managed to shoulder the door open, taking him towards the bathroom to clean him up. And Sekh, unable to not ask, whispered, “Does it taste different?”

Astarion hummed, pushing the bathroom door shut with his foot. “Menstrual blood? Yes, actually. It’s quite… rich. Think of it in terms of blood giving life. What blood would be richer in almost life than that?”

Sekh couldn’t argue, the vampire made a good point. Instead he leaned against the wood tub, as Astarion wet a cloth, preparing to clean them both up.

“Gods I hope we didn’t wake Yenna,” Sekh managed, when Astarion drew in close, began wiping at the blood on Sekh’s neck, shoulders- anywhere that Astarion’s mouth or fingers had touched.

Astarion chuckled. “Darling, she would sleep through the end of the realms. She could have slept through the Netherbrain.” Astarion dragged the cloth down, pressed it between Sekh’s thighs, and the drow bit at his lip, bucked towards the touch. Astarion clicked his tongue. “My my love- are you still needy?”

Sekh choked on a laugh. “I think I would die.”

“Only the best little deaths.” Still, Astarion didn’t linger at his cunt, moving to clear the blood from his thighs. “Still, if you find yourself in discomfort again, just let me know. I’ll gladly chase the pain away.”

Astarion straightened, and Sekh pecked the corner of his lips affectionately. “You’ll be the first to know, my love.”

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