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throwing off sparks

Pairing: nonbinary Lavellan/Solas 10409 words (explicit)

Nenyr Lavellan arrives in a dream and is surprised to find they aren't alone.

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the edge of your affection

Day 8

Pairing: Astarion/nonbinary tiefling Tav, Halsin/nonbinary tiefling Tav 8171 words (explicit Halsin/Tav)

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the edge of your affection

Day 7

Pairing: Astarion/nonbinary tiefling Tav, Halsin/nonbinary tiefling Tav 4757 words (this chapter is sfw)

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the edge of your affection

Day 6

Pairing: Astarion/nonbinary tiefling Tav, Halsin/nonbinary tiefling Tav 6300 words (Halsin/Tav explicit scene)

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the edge of your affection

Day 5

Pairing: Astarion/nonbinary tiefling Tav, Halsin/nonbinary tiefling Tav 3108 words (Halsin/Tav explicit scene)

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the edge of your affection

Day 4

Pairing: Astarion/nonbinary tiefling Tav, Halsin/nonbinary tiefling Tav 4634 words (Halsin/Tav explicit scene)

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The next chapter of the edge of your affection is ready to go but things take a bit of a turn so I'm a little nervous

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the edge of your affection

Day 3

Pairing: Astarion/nonbinary tiefling Tav, Halsin/nonbinary tiefling Tav 4391 words (Halsin/Tav explicit scene)

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the edge of your affection

Day 2

Pairing: Astarion/nonbinary tiefling Tav, Halsin/nonbinary tiefling Tav 3703 words (this chapter is SFW)

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the edge of your affection

Day 1

Pairing: Astarion/nonbinary tiefling Tav, Halsin/nonbinary tiefling Tav 3991 words (Halsin/Tav explicit scene)

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the edge of your affection

Prologue

Pairing: Astarion/nonbinary tiefling Tav established relationship, Halsin/nonbinary tiefling Tav new relationship 3195 words (this chapter is SFW)

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Another updated scene. 😎 Enjoy an additional ~800 words ya perverts.

Kinktober 2023 Day 21

Prompt: Lingerie Pairing: Astarion x nonbinary tiefling Tav 1688 Words

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“You like gifts, don't you, Astarion?”

“Oo, what have you gotten me this time?”

Weft hands him a long, flat, paper box, and he opens it eagerly. Inside, nestled in paper, are three articles of clothing, though, he thinks, one would hardly count as “dressed” if wearing them. A gauzy robe with velvet floral designs, a narrow corset in black and silver, and a spit of fabric he assumes is underwear, though it’s difficult to be sure.

“Oh, darling,” he says, “they’re gorgeous. How do you always know just the thing?”

Weft beams at him. “Are you going to try them on or what?”

“Trying them on, then or what.” He waggles his eyebrows at them as he hops to the next room, and they laugh.

The whole get-up fits him perfectly–of course. Weft knows his measurements as well as their own at this point. He looks down at himself, idly regretting his lack of reflection. He must look damn good. The panties have no seat at all, just three straps to hold the front in place, and the robe has a long slit up the back that ends above his tailbone. “How saucy,” he purrs to himself.

He returns to the boudoir, striking a pose against the doorway. “Well! It seems I’m not the only one who got a new outfit.”

Weft is also striking a pose, demurely holding their own ephemeral robe closed, entirely failing to conceal themself beneath it. “I wanted us to feel pretty all of a sudden, so I ordered these. That was four months ago, of course, but fortunately I”m still in a pretty mood. Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding? I feel like I’m floating.” He twirls over to them, enjoying the rise and fall of the delicate garment. “Like I’m the prettiest harlot at the orgy. And you! Why you're easily the second prettiest.”

Weft laughs. “I’m glad. And you’re having the effect on me I was hoping for.”

“Oh, that’s what I like to hear.” He slides a finger up the edge of his robe in the front, drawing it off his shoulder and just barely letting one nipple show. “Is this what you like, my sweet?”

Weft bites their lip, and reaches out to trace a line up his ear to its point and back to his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch. “You do look ravishing,” they murmur.

He opens his eyes and looks up at them through his eyelashes. “Then ravish me, darling.” Some emotion crosses Weft’s face and it gives him pause. “Is something the matter?”

“No, I...sorry, it’s stupid.”

“Tell me.”

“I was just thinking how…” they sigh, color rising in their cheeks. “How there was a time when this wouldn’t have been alright, when you didn’t want me to...look at you...the way I’m looking at you now.” He can tell there’s a hesitancy they still feel, a holdover from that time, now years past. He places his hand over theirs on his face. “Sorry. I’m just happy to see how far you've come.”

“Credit where it’s due, my darling. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

They smile. “Good for us.”

“Good for us! Now how about that ravishing?” He turns to show them the back of his underwear. “I assume that was what you had in mind when you bought me panties without an ass.”

“When I what? Oh no.” Weft is looking at him with a hand hiding their smile. “I’m so sorry, love, I think there's been a mixup.”

“What do you mean? You didn’t mean for me to have my whole backside hanging out?” He raises an eyebrow at them and smirks. “For easy access?”

“No, it’s for a tail!” They turn to show him theirs, and sure enough, the straps that he had found a little mysterious fit perfectly over their tail. “They must have taken my order wrong. Oh, your robe too! I’m sorry, darling, I’ll send them back and get you the right ones.”

“Excuse me! We will not be sending back a thing.... You are welcome to purchase me an additional set, however.” He reaches into their robe through the tail slit and pinches their ass cheek. They let out a yelp and slap at his hand, laughing. “Here I was, thinking you had an incredible sexy idea, and it was just a great sexy idea with an incredible accident.”

“You have a point.” Weft wraps their arms around his corseted waist and pulls their bodies together. Their cocks collide, nestled as they are in luxurious silk. He lets out a soft sound, and grinds his hips into theirs.

“Besides, darling,” he says, “I hope to leave these in a state that means they’re beyond sending back to the store.”

Weft kisses him. They draw their hands down his torso and cup his ass cheeks, extra perky as they are. He snakes his arms around their neck and jumps up. They catch him, like he knew they would, and carry him to their bed. 

Astarion falls on his back on the bedspread and they climb on top of him. He traces a hand around one of their breasts hanging over him, drinking in his partner’s beauty. They slide his robe off his shoulder and kiss the spot left bare, trailing down to his nipple. He hums at the flick of their tongue and bucks his hips up into them. He strains to reach behind them and unbuckle their underwear. They make a noise against his chest as he leverages his feet to scoot the panties off of them.

“Ready to go?” they ask, rubbing their erection against him.

“Gods, just flip me over already! Ah!” Weft does as he suggests and he finds himself facedown. They plant more soft kisses on his neck as they summon a bottle of oil to their hand. He shivers when their slick fingers enter him. They lay their cheek on his back while they finger him, their skin separated from his old scars by the thin layer of gauze. He still can’t feel, in the lines where he was once mutilated, but the treatments he’s been using have softened the skin, and the uncut places can feel Weft’s touch more easily.

Weft sighs against him. “I could finger you forever, you know.”

“Mn, darling,” he says, head swimming with pleasure, “I would hardly complain if you did.”

“I don’t have to worry about finishing too soon, and I can go anywhere on your body.” He feels them shifting, moving down, and the absence of their warmth strikes him. He rises to his elbows so he can turn and see them where they’ve settled, between his legs.

They draw their tongue across one of his cheeks, making him shiver, and the hand that isn’t inside him gently rolls his balls through the silk that cups them. He moans and drops his head, still keeping one eye on them over his arm. They’re looking at him with something like wonder in their eyes, then flash him an embarrassed smile. “You look so good, my love.”

His chest tightens, and he smiles at them. “Is that my best angle?” They laugh, and press a kiss between his cheeks, above their fingers. They press harder on his balls, making him gasp in pleasure. “Oh, Weft,” he moans, “don’t stop, darling.”

“Mhmn.” They keep him suspended like that, moaning, toes curling, chest aching for them. Then he speaks, with a hint of a whine.

“Weft. You could finger me forever. But…” He pauses. “I do love to be–ah–filled by you.”

They hiss the word “Fuck.” He manages a throaty laugh. “You always know just what to say.”

“Please my love,” he says softly, “let me take you to the hilt. Ah–” Their hands slip away from him and then their body is hovering over him again. He watches them apply oil to their cock, twitching in anticipation, before they guide it inside him. “Gods,” he blurts out, “my darling, yes.”

They fall around him, their thighs touching his thighs, their breasts dropping against his back, their hands, one gripping his hip and the other by his elbow on the bed. Weft pants into his hair and a wave of pleasure radiates down his body from the feel of their warm breath on his scalp. “Fuck,” they hiss again, “my beloved beloved.”

“Yes,” he breathes, “you’re perfect. Weft, please. Ah–” They press in and out of him, making small high cries into his hair with each plunge in. “Yes, that’s it, please–” He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. What more could they possibly give? Weft is inside him, filling him, their body surrounding him, swallowing him up. He is whole, complete, with them inside him. Astarion digs his face into the bed.

Weft’s cock hits the spot deep inside him that makes him see stars and he gasps. “That’s it,” he cries desperately, “that’s it, you’re right there don’t stop!” He moans, his voice getting louder and higher, until he comes, filling the silk surrounding his cock.

“Oh my love, oh beloved.” Weft wraps their arm tight across his stomach and slams into him four more times, then finishes, with their face against his neck. He reaches an arm up past his head and grasps at them, getting a fistful of their robe. They cling to his corseted torso, holding him close. “Astarion. My love.”

“Weft, my sweet.” He turns beneath them and they pull out of him as he rolls. His hands find their face, his thumbs caressing their cheekbones. “My beauty.” He pulls their face down for a kiss and they lay their body on him, their weight pressing him to the bed. He’s indescribably happy.

Weft breaks the kiss and lifts their hips off of his. “You were right, my love.”

“Mm?”

They reach between their bodies and draw a finger under the top edge of his underwear, damp from his spending. “These are not going back to the store.”

He barks a laugh. “You couldn't pry them from me, anyway.”

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Kinktober 2023 Day 12

Prompt: Costumes Pairing: Halsin x nonbinary tiefling Tav 1349 Words

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“Is this how it’s meant to fit?”

Halsin looks up at Weft as they enter the room, and his heart skips a beat.

“I’m trying to fit in around here, you know, so it wouldn't help much if I look like a tourist who doesn't know which way of their trousers is the front.”

“It appears to fit quite well,” Halsin says, rising from his chair and approaching them. “Perhaps a little, hm, tight in the chest.”

“Really?” Weft looks down at their body, scrutinizing their outfit. It’s a typical one for those who live in druidic enclaves, like where they are now. He’s never seen Weft in something so…rustic. Usually they dress very smartly. Dignified. Buttoned-up. Now, in borrowed garb from one of his fellow druids, which they are nearly spilling out of in places, he finds they are having an effect on him. “I wasn’t sure if the front was supposed to close all the way or if it’s just a la mode to have your tits out around here.”

“Hm,” Halsin says.

Weft looks up at him, a smile playing on their face. “What?”

“What what?”

“What was that little noise about?”

He feels his cheeks get hot. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Is it the outfit?” they ask, stepping closer to him. “Is that why you look ready to devour me?”

“I’m always ready to devour you, my heart. But you’re right. Those clothes are…quite fetching, on you.”

“Interesting.” They press their body to his and he shivers, places his hands on their upper arms. “Who am I calling to mind, then? A young love? Maybe an instructor you had a childhood crush on?”

“No one in particular,” he says, voice a rumble. “Just remembering my hot-headed youth, when my fellow druids and I would galavant through the forest as we pleased, falling in and out of each other's arms. Before the world weighed heavily upon us.”

“Gods that sounds like fun. Even at my wildest, I still had to get up and go to work in the morning.”

“That hardly sounds wild at all.”

They laugh and hook their fingers into the top of his leggings, drawing them forward under his belly. “You wouldn’t think so, would you? How much time do we have?”

Halsin looks out the window of their temporary home. “Until sunset, so an hour or so.”

“Good. Devour me.”

He lets out a sound not unlike a growl and surges to them, guiding them to a wall. Weft melts in his arms, lacing their fingers into his hair. He draws his nose down their neck to their chest, where their breasts are barely contained by their bodice, and buries his face in their cleavage. He tastes their skin, drunk on their sweat and the smell of leather.

Halsin’s hands go to the ties at the front of their leggings and feverishly undoes them. Weft moves to unlace their bodice but he stays their hands.

“Wait, would you…leave the bodice on?”

Weft smiles, broad with surprise. “Halsin, wanting clothes to stay on? I never thought I'd see the day.”

He chuckles as he kneels to pull their leggings down. “My love, there is still so much for us to learn about each other.”

“Alright!” they say. “Keeping that in mind for the future! Ah–” He takes in their half-hard cock and plays at it with his tongue. It grows in his mouth, and he draws on it with increased fervor. His hands move to Weft’s backside, supporting them against the wall. He makes a small noise when the tip of their cock hits the back of his throat.

“That’s more like it,” he says after pulling off them. He looks up at them, admiring his lover in the soft light of the evening sun. They smile down at him.

“Don't leave me in suspense, beloved.”

“Of course not.” His hand travels between their cheeks and he massages at their entrance. “Would that I could take you back to those days. You would have thrived.”

“Oh? Would you have gotten possessive, to see me having my way with the lads and lasses and whoever else?”

He hums and presses his nose into their thigh. “Hardly. I'm sure I would have competed with the others for your attention. And done anything you asked, most likely.”

“Halsin,” Weft says with a laugh, “how is that different from now? Oh—”

He draws his tongue across the skin at the top of their thigh, making their cock twitch beside his cheek. “If you had asked me to, I would have gladly let another man take me, for your pleasure. Or made your favorite young lady come thrice before you graced me with your touch.”

They release a breathy laugh as he traces his nose across their stomach. “My preferences are already so clear to you, beloved, I’m a bit embarrassed.” 

“So I would have won your favor?”

“Without a doubt. And what if I was the one pursuing you?”

“It would have been a short game.”

He takes them in his mouth again and they sigh in pleasure. He slips a first and then a second finger inside them, and they moan. As he pulls off and on them, again and again, they say “I would have been hard pressed to resist you, I think, but I would have enjoyed putting you in your place, too. Young, brash, cocky. I would have been delighted to play with you. Oh, yes, darling.”

Their grip on his hair tightens and he moves faster, the fingers in their ass swirling. When he feels them tense, he pulls off, letting their seed fly across his face, catching him from below his eye down to his chin. They gasp to see him, and he grins when they hide half their face with one hand. “You’re mad,” they sigh, blushing deeply. “Let me clean you up.”

He lets them pull him standing and they drag their tongue across the skin of his face, making him shudder. They smile at him, so fondly. “That would have won you my favor for sure.”

“And what does your favor entail?”

Their hands are on his leggings, loosening the laces. “Permission to fuck me, obviously.”

He growls and dives for their neck, lips locked to it as they pull out his cock. When it springs forth, he lifts them by the bare thighs and presses them against the wall. They gasp and scrabble for purchase, their hands gripping a door frame and shelf. Halsin maneuvers his hips so the head of his cock is aligned with their hole, and pushes in.

“Yes,” they moan, “gods.” His fingers dig into their thighs as he moves in and out of them, and he watches their stomach flex to stay upright. Their breasts shake as he thrusts into them, their whole body trembling around him. They cry out in pleasure, their voice filling him with pride. “Gods you’re huge, fuck, fuck me.” Stars burst in his head to hear them, and he pounds harder. He comes with one final thrust and a shudder, and just manages to slip out of them before they both collapse to the floor.

Halsin lays flat on his back, panting, and Weft drapes themself on top of him. They breathe together in contented silence.

When Weft notices how little light is left outside the window, they rise and retreat to the bedroom with their leggings. “There’s towels back here, right?”

“I’m sure,” Halsin calls back. “Check the wardrobe.” After a moment, Weft returns, fully dressed once again, and crouches beside him. They wipe his crotch, making him shiver, and then smile as they tuck him back into his clothes and lace them back up.

“It’s such a pleasure to me,” they say, “that you’ve lived so long. With the life you've led, I feel like I’ll never run out of presents to unwrap.”

He draws his hand down from their stomach to their crotch, and on down their thigh. “And I have the pleasure of unwrapping you.”

“Ha! You sure do, old man.”

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Kinktober 2023 Day 31

Prompt: Free Day (Biting)

Pairing: Astarion x nonbinary tiefling Tav x Halsin

1553 Words

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"My darlings," Astarion says, ending their post-coital silence, "I have an idea." Weft sees some trepidation in his eyes and they watch him carefully. Halsin is lounging on his side and Astarion is leaning against his belly. He reaches over to caress his neck. "I…well you see, I've been admiring this lovely bruise I put on Halsin's throat the other night. He bears it so well."

He pauses, and Halsin tries to guess what he's getting at. "You are always welcome to give me more."

Astarion smiles. "Thank you, but I had surmised as much on my own. And I don't think I will shock or disturb you, Weft, when I say I like to see your neck each morning."

Without thinking they touch the spot where he always bites them. "Neither shocked nor disturbed, no."

He sighs, takes one of Halsin's hands in his, and looks to Weft. "I wonder if I wouldn't enjoy seeing marks you leave on me. I wonder if I wouldn't enjoy…the receiving of those marks."

Weft feels the need to state the obvious. "Well, my love, that would probably be painful for you."

"Yes, and I think that would rather be the point." He smiles wickedly. "And I do wonder what you might do with your fangs if you were given permission to use them."

Weft raises a hand to their mouth, an insufficient attempt to cover their desire. They know he can still see it in their eyes, that the idea is a very tempting one. "I…appreciate the vote of confidence." Halsin laughs, making Astarion shake. "But I have concerns, too. Are you sure you want this? That you will want it once it starts?"

"I'm not in the least sure, but you will both stop if I change my mind." It isn't a question, it's a statement made with utmost conviction. That makes Weft's heart melt, just a little. Astarion looks at them, waiting for their input. It's incredible, still, how much trust he puts in them, to be his guide away from the edge. They consider his suggestion.

"I think you should take a day, think about exactly what you want, and what you would need to be safe."

He's a bit stricken, looking back at them, and they feel a little guilty. He just wanted a bit of fun, but now it's becoming a whole thing. But he knows they're looking out for his well-being, and he nods in agreement. "We can discuss it again tomorrow night." He looks back to Halsin and kisses him on the throat, on the bruise. Weft's belly burns; they want that, too.

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Astarion settles in between Halsin's legs and leans back against his chest. He looks up at Halsin and smiles, and Halsin smiles down at him. "I have you, Astarion."

"Hm hm, you certainly do." Astarion draws a finger across Halsin's bruise again, even fainter now than last night. "And you will rescue me from that brute if they go too far, won't you?"

"Oh, stop!" Weft says. They dig their face into the bedspread and kick their legs. "You're making me feel like a monster!"

"Darling! For what?" He touches their elbow and they look up at him, a playful smile on his face. "For giving me what I've asked for?"

Weft can hear their pulse in their ears. "I know. I…" I have to trust you to know your own limits. But he doesn't want to hear that. That's their own fear talking, and they don't need him to know about it. They need to fall with him.

They crawl toward him and lean their face close to his. "Tell me again what you want."

He takes a sharp breath in and out. "I want you to mark me. I want you to bite me and bruise me and for the gods' sake, if you draw blood, do not let it go to waste." He's staring at them with an intensity they haven't seen in years, but his eyes are wide, open. The vicious line is just a line, but the request is genuine. He's only reiterating what they'd agreed to, after all.

They put a hand to his cheek and he sighs at the touch. "I will mark you, dearest, and when you see those marks, I want you to remember that they were made by someone who loves you." Weft glances up at Halsin then back to Astarion. "If you tell me to stop, I will stop."

"Alright," Astarion says, his voice thick. "Please." Weft kisses his lips, and travels down his body. Their fingers glide over where Halsin's arms are wrapped around his torso, and they slide back down so their chest is flush with the bed. They put their face to the soft place at the edge of his pubic hair, for a breath, then continue until their mouth is on his thigh.

He shivers when they part their lips, their warm breath hitting his cold skin. They draw a wide line with their tongue and let out a genuine sound of pleasure that makes Astarion gasp. "You fiend," he quips, "you desire the taste of my flesh so?"

"Mhmn." They turn their head so their mouth is fully against his skin, and open wide.

The first bite is tentative, a test. They bring their teeth together slowly, waiting for his reaction. He hisses, later than they expected, and then a strained sound when they keep going. When they feel they're in danger of breaking the skin, they stop and look up at him. He's watching them closely, his breath coming in heavy.

"My, look what you've done." They look down and can't help but gasp. They're shocked how little pressure it took to leave marks, and they can see perfect little points where their teeth were. They trace fingers across the mark, intending to comfort but it makes him flinch.

"Oh gods I'm sorry!"

"Sorry!" he says with a breathy laugh. "The words you're looking for are 'you're welcome'. Don't be so delicate on the other side, darling."

"Alright," they say with a laugh, and rub their cheek on the opposite thigh. He hums and smiles down at them, his lips parted in anticipation.

They ease into it again, but they don't hold back this time. When he hisses and moans in pleasure they relent and look at his face again. He's still smiling, his head leaned back onto Halsin's chest. "Mm, that's delicious, darling, just like that." Weft draws their tongue across the wound, and he moans again. They trail a series of quick nips down his thigh, and lick back up to the top. His skin is getting red, the stolen blood in his veins rising to the surface. They brush a hand across it and meet his eyes.

"How have I done so far, my love?"

"Good," he breathes. "Incredible. Would you mind terribly changing sides again?"

Weft moves back to his right leg, looking nearly bare compared to his left. They plant a kiss on their first mark, then set their mouth beside it and bite down.

"Ah!" His flinch almost makes the bite worse, and Weft releases his skin immediately. He's biting his lips, eyes closed.

"Darling!"

Halsin moves a hand to Astarion's chest and searches his face. "Shall we take a break?"

"A moment," Astarion replies. He looks down at Weft and frowns. "Don't look so sad. Please kiss me."

They move to kneel in front of him and hold his face in both hands. He smiles at them, his eyes half opened. They press their lips to his gently, but he kisses them back with force. Weft hums and drinks him in.

They lean back and look into his eyes again. "Stop? Or continue?"

"Just one more," he says, "and make it count. Halsin, take my wrists." Halsin grasps a forearm in each hand and pulls them against Astarion's chest, squeezing them tight. Astarion winces and nods at Weft. "Do it."

They slide back down and resume their position. With a quick look back up at him, where Halsin is holding him in place, Weft bites down again. They ease into it like the first time, and with encouragement from Astarion they don't stop.

"Mmn keep going, yes, keep going. Ah!" Weft tastes blood, Astarion's blood, the iron filling their mouth. Instinctively they suck in, drawing out more. "Yes," Astarion whines, "that's–alright stop stop stop!"

Weft springs back onto their knees and Halsin releases his arms. He slumps, but not far, only leaning forward to brush his fingers at his stinging thighs. A trace amount of his blood smears across his skin. Weft notices the red where Halsin held him; that will surely bruise, too.

"Weft," he says, "my beautiful Weft, fuck me right now."

Weft lets out a hungry sound and surges to him, wrapping him in their arms. They ease him down, and Halsin moves to lay beside them. As Weft prepares to mount him, Halsin strokes Astarion's brow. "Well done."

"Thank you, I rather thought so, too. Mmn, don't just tease me, darling." He looks back to Weft, and they can see clarity in his eyes. Delight, and vulnerability, and all the love anyone could feel.

"Of course not, my love." They enter him, and he sighs in pleasure.

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Kinktober 2023 Day 30

Prompt: Bondage

Pairing: Gale x agender halfling Tav

1085 Words

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It's been years since Thistle has tied anyone up, or been tied up themself. It was once a completely mundane part of their sex life, with Maurice (stage name: The Great Escape-o!), and then an occasional one with Deglund, though in that case, Thistle was always the one in rope. Now, in Gale's real bed at his home in Waterdeep, Thistle is finding that tying up one's lover is something one's body remembers how to do, even if one's mind has grown unsure.

"Are you comfortable?" Thistle asks.

Gale squirms. "Is discomfort not the point?"

"A little. But if anything is too tight, or bent the wrong way, it can cause damage, so please tell me if you experience any pain."

"I understand, my blossom, thank you. Everything is fine." Gale's smile is warm, and there's excitement in his eyes.

"Good." Thistle puts a hand into Gale's, tied behind his back, and he squeezes it in reassurance. "Don't hesitate to tell me if you need something to change."

"I won't."

"Do you want me to tell you what I have in mind, or would you rather it be a surprise?"

Gale takes a shaky breath. "Surprise me."

"And you can always tell me to stop."

"My beloved, I know that, but I don't plan to."

Thistle takes a sharp breath, and Gale grins at them. "Okay," Thistle breathes. Their eyes sweep Gale's body, checking the bonds at his wrists, knees and ankles, yes, but drinking in the sight of him, too. He's bent at the hips, his legs pulled toward his chest, and his cheek is pressed to the bedspread.

Thistle rubs a hand on Gale's hip, lets their hand wander down and between his cheeks. Gale gasps and tries to open for Thistle, but with his legs bound all he does is wriggle. When Thistle's fingers tease at his entrance, he whines and turns his face to the bed, and a fire burns in Thistle's belly.

"Thistle," Gale says, and no other words come, he just moans again as Thistle draws a slow circle against him. Thistle takes back their hand and crawls over to Gale's head. They comb their fingers through his hair and he sighs. They press a thumb to his lower lip and he opens his mouth, eager for what he knows is coming. Thistle's cock goes into Gale's mouth and he moans around it. He closes his lips and Thistle starts to thrust, fucking Gale's face but slowly; for their pleasure, certainly, but more than that, to draw out the little sounds from Gale that make their head spin. They feel Gale's tongue on the side of their shaft, working hungrily against it.

For a moment, Thistle closes their eyes and gets lost in the pleasure of Gale taking them into his beautiful mouth. Then, they extract, smiling at the look of loss in Gale's eyes. They move lower on his body, and press on his hip to roll him further onto his back, his hands resting on a pillow. He looks down at them, no doubt eager to see what they intend to do next.

Thistle traces the skin bordering the rope just below Gale's knees, then draws their fingers up his thighs to his erection. It thrills them to see it, Gale's body aching for Thistle's touch, excited to be tied up and displayed for them. They wet their thumb and forefinger in their mouth and wrap their hand around Gale's cock.

He gasps and writhes beneath them. "Thistle, I thought…"

Thistle strokes Gale slowly, circling his head with their thumb. "Yes, Gale?"

"I thought you were just going to…take your pleasure from me."

"I am taking my pleasure, Gale." They pause. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please…continue. Ah–"

Thistle's hand resumes stroking Gale, and he bucks into it. "Gale. Your pleasure is my pleasure. You have given me the gift of free reign over your body, and this is how I choose to use it. To make you feel good."

Gale tosses his shoulders around. "My darling. I would…let me touch you, please."

Thistle puts their free hand behind Gale's back and into his grasp, and he holds them tight. Thistle continues to stroke him, Gale thrusting into their hand. He comes with a cry, and Thistle leans over to place a kiss on his hip bone. They look at Gale, his panting, slumping form, and desire rises in them like a serpent.

"Would you like to stop, now?" they ask, still holding his hands, "Or may I continue?"

"Continue," Gale says desperately. "Gods, please, continue."

Thistle presses their tongue between their lips, exposing their metal stud, and smiles. "On your knees, please, Gale."

Thistle helps Gale up, and positions themself behind him. With his legs still bound, Gale's balance is questionable, but Thistle takes his hips firmly in their grasp. They crouch behind him and place their open mouth just above his hole, and let saliva drip down, covering it, making it slick. Gale shudders, and Thistle stands back up. They align their cock with his entrance and press in.

Gale moans into his pillow and Thistle takes a deep breath. They could come right now if they wanted, but they want to take their time. Give Gale something to think about. They roll their hips, finding new places in Gale to thrust against, making him cry out in pleasure.

"Thistle," Gale moans, "keep going, please, stay inside me."

"Gale," Thistle breathes, "yes Gale, I will."

Thistle's closes their eyes and tries to feel everything. Their thighs meeting Gale's backside, their fingers digging into his hips, the sweat on their neck. They feel Gale rocking back against them and they hum, trying not to go over the edge. They see Gale's hands squirming against his back, and they release one hip to hold them.

"I'm close, Gale."

"Yes, my love, please, please finish."

Thistle sighs and holds his hands tightly while they speed up. They come inside him with a stuttering moan and lean against him.

"Let me get these," they say, and untie the rope at his wrists. Gale eases his arms forward and he and Thistle flip him onto his back.

"Come here, please," Gale says, and Thistle obeys. They fall against his chest and into his embrace, burying their nose in his chest. "My perfect, beautiful blossom."

Thistle smiles, embarrassed as always by his praise. They press their face to his skin, in the scarred place above his heart. "My Gale."