#hyper tdick

[doseweird]

need a magic fun size dick pump that makes my tdick grow every time i pump it. ofc as it grows it'd be super tingly and sensitive so i'd be jerking off more, and once i realize what's happening i'd definitely use it more than the one i use irl 😅 eventually it'd resemble a full size pump, but i'd be curious about going further than that... idk how far i'd go with it 🫣🫣🫣

[glaiveprime]

💭tdick that forcefems you

[tinylittlemexican]

Actually gender is solved, my gender is just this pic.

[itsskoll]

I've evolved into my ultimate mpreg self by having a transman get a cisboy pregnant

[almostloverboy]

It was your first time going to your roommate, Tommy’s, gym. You felt a flash of thrill come up your chest as your hand touched the handle and pulled the front door open. You still weren’t passing very well yet, nor were you out to anyone but Tommy, so going to an all men’s gym was something that made your stomach churn. Tommy had told you to walk straight back to the locker room, that he would tell the front desk to expect you on his visitors pass. Just as your hand absentmindedly went to touch the badge hanging off the waistband of your sweats, you made eye contact with the attendant at the front desk. He eyed you suspiciously, but you guessed that your freshly buzzed hair and excessively baggy sweatshirt gave him a clue. He pursed his lips but with a swift nod of his head directed you back to the locker room.

There was only one, and Tommy said he’d meet you in it. When you walked in, you immediately caught sight of his bulky frame casually draped over with some towels coming out of the sauna. His skin practically glowed and you had to take a moment to really appreciate the sea of various gorgeous bodies following suit. There were some guys wrapped in towels as they came out Some guys were brazenly naked, showing off their bare chests or horizontal scars and tdicks and happy trails. The next thing you knew, Tommy was grabbing you by the shoulder. "Admiring the view?" He snickered and you can feel blush burn your cheeks. Maybe you were being a little too obvious with your staring.

Tommy took you to the back, where there were some free lockers. He took your bag and shoved it in, then turned to you expectantly. His arms crossed over his chest like he was waiting for a petulant child. "Well? Strip." You shook your head vigorously and tried to sputter off some excuse about being shy but Tommy was having none of it. "It's just guys here. No need to be weird about it. Nobody's looking but you." Your flush grows hotter but you know Tommy well enough to know that he won't let you weasel out of this so easily. So you drop your sweats, exposing the jock strap you were wearing underneath. What could you say? You were trying something out and your jaw dropped when you saw yourself in the mirror. It made you really feel like a guy. Tommy seemed equally impressed, but was much more fixated on your bare ass. "C'mon. All of it." He muttered breathlessly.

When you glanced over to make sure that there was, in fact, no one watching you strip, you noticed a couple of guys looking over your way. When you caught their eyes, each of their lips pulled up into a playful smirk. One guy whose lower half was covered up by a large gym towel started adjusting it while holding your gaze, opening it just slightly. Maybe it was to show solidarity, but you couldn't take your eyes off where you'd seen the glimpse of his hard cock. You couldn't help but imagine how long he'd been on T to be that big. Like they had a mind of their own, your hands started to pull off your sweatshirt and shirt in one go. You don't even bother to shove it into your locker, it just drops to the floor.

As soon as your taped chest is exposed, you feel Tommy's hands on your now bare hips. You start to move to cover yourself, hyper aware of all of the sexy guys staring you down and just how much more... Like men they looked. As if he could read your mind, Tommy spoke up as he moved to stand behind you. "Whadya think, guys? He's comin' along quite nicely, huh?" You hear a general murmur of agreement that makes you want to cringe away from all the eyes on you, but Tommy grabs your wrists and holds them behind you. You can feel his crotch push up against your bare ass, only shielded by the scratchy white towel.

"I bet those growing pains are a killer." You hear one guy mutter. Another nudges a friend: "You can already see some hair on his stomach." Finally, one guy takes the first step towards you and you're drooling. He's a big guy, and you can tell he spends every day at this gym because his arms make you want to lick them like ice cream. Your knees almost buckle at the sight of his bare body in front of you, but he smiles kindly. "Don't worry, we'll turn you into a real man here. You'll only look like a twinky little fag for a couple'a months more. Soon you'll be a muscular little fag."

The Adonis looks over at Tommy, as if asking permission. You can't see his response, but the guy's arm darts out to snap the elastic of your jock strap, earning him a sharp yelp and your voice cracks. You were surprised, you didn't think your voice had changed at all yet, but some of the guys grinned knowingly. "See? It's workin' already."

Tommy started to tug you toward the showers, and you noticed that there weren't even any walls or curtains between each shower head. There was already someone in there, he was leaning his head back in the stream and sighing as his fingers slid in and out of his cunt. You thought Tommy might notice the interruption and go someplace with some more privacy, but you also guessed after using you as a show for his friends, he didn't have much shame back here. "Hey Jack, why don't you show my roommate here how things go back here?"

The guy only opened his eyes just to roll them in Tommy's direction, but he seemed to comply. "Damn, did you tell him what was happening? This is quite the little outfit he has on. Practically begging to be used..." You can feel Tommy's hands let go of you as Jack ushers you to take over the shower stream he'd been occupying. "Don' worry, I'll be gentle." He muttered as he got to his knees in front of you. The steaming hot water hit your back and you couldn't help but relax at the feeling. It was nice. Jack leads one of your hands to grab at his tits, and your other hand is led back to your ass. "Lube will make the next bit more fun. It's in the dispenser next to you." He said like he'd done it a million times before. Maybe he had.

"I called dibs, Jack, don't use him up yet." As your lubed up fingers slide into your ass, you hear Tommy's voice ring out. You can hardly see him among all the steam, but you can tell he's close to you. "I get to break him in."

[smallratboy]

You make me scream, baby

Simon Kalivoda x Reader

You and Simon go to see Scream in 1996, and the movie makes Simon more...interested than he expected.

requested by @broccolisoupy!

Tw smut, mndni.

an: reader is written as a trans man but it barely comes up so if you're not ftm, feel free to read!

You and Simon stood in line for the midnight showing of Scream in 1996. Two years after the brutal events of the ‘Sarah Fier incident’ which you and your friends called it, you were surprised you and Simon still loved horror movies as much as you did. In spite of your shared trauma, horror movie dates were some of your favorite things to do together.

The air was frigid, snow falling softly into your hair and landing on your eyelashes. Simon bounced excitedly beside you, his hands jammed into the pockets of his red hoodie. 

“Man, I can't wait!” He exclaimed, locks of blond hair falling in his face. 

“Me either,” You grinned, loving Simon's infectious energy. You had both waited months since seeing the trailer to watch this movie, and you were the first in line. You brought your hand up to your mouth to stifle a yawn, and Simon offered you the redbull he had been drinking. 

“No wonder you're so hyper,” You chuckled as he paid for the tickets. The man behind the ticket counter cleared his throat, eyeing the drink in your hands. You chuckled sheepishly and tossed it in the recycling. 

Simon paid for some popcorn and handed it to you, grinning. The hand that wasn't holding the bucket latched onto his wrist, and you led him to the best seats, right in the back of the theater. The small room was packed, almost every seat full of excited horror movie lovers. 

The movie played, full of funny moments that had you giggling and jumpscares that had you latching onto Simon's wrist in fear. By the end of the movie, you were on the edge of your seat, Simon's fingers laced between yours. 

Simon had seemed to grow more and more uncomfortable as the movie went on, but you weren't really paying attention. As you shifted forward to get a better view, he shifted from side to side trying to get comfortable. You asked him once if he was okay, and he nodded. You squeezed his hand reassuringly before turning back to the movie. 

As the credits rolled and the lights came back on, you stood and stretched. Your shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of skin to the cold air of the theater. Simon's face turned as red as his hoodie, and his eyes were glued to your stomach. 

“Dude, are you ok?” You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. He looked up at you and gave you a sheepish smile. 

“Yeah, just thinking,” Simon replied. When you gave him a skeptical look, he added, “It's late.” 

You and Simon chatted about the movie on the ride home. When you got home, the two of you snuck into your bedroom, careful not to wake up your dad, giggling and shushing one another. When you made it to your room, Simon pressed you against your bedroom door and kissed you, a smile on his lips. 

You two fell into your bed, a sloppy, turned on mess, all giggly late-night adrenaline kisses and desperate touches. You grabbed Simon's dick through his sweatpants, and he whined, his pupils blown wide. He got a hand into your boxers, rubbing circles into your tdick. 

You jacked each other off, moaning and whining softly as you came, kisses full of desperation and love. Simon stripped off his cum soaked sweats and boxers, flopping down next to you on your bed. You peeled your binder and pants off, stretching out beside your boyfriend in just your boxers. 

Simon cuddled up against you and you fell asleep, tucked in his arms.

The next day, Simon all but dragged you to the mall. You were confused, asking what he was doing. He made a beeline for a specific store advertising all sorts of movie merch, and a new line of Scream stuff. Simon's grin grew wider when he spotted a rack of ghostface masks, and he immediately slipped it on. The black fabric covered the back of his head, and when you looked into the eyes you couldn't see his face. It scared you a little bit, but you still smiled at your boyfriend's antics. 

He picks out the rest of the ghostface costume, and a plastic knife painted with fake blood. As he checked out, you pestered him with questions, curious as to why he had bought the mask. 

“Is it for halloween?” You asked, even though it was December Simon was such a halloween fanatic it wasn't too weird for him to be buying costumes already. 

“Nope,” Simon said, grinning mischievously. 

“Is it for a movie marathon?” You asked, thinking of how he would dress up as the killers from your previous movie nights. 

“Wrong again!” Simon giggled, taking off in a jog to the food court. 

“What's it for?!” You shouted, running after him. When you caught up to him, he wrapped you in a hug and whispered in your ear, 

“You'll find out.” 

The way he whispered it sent shivers down your spine, and he gave you a kiss that left you reeling. 

Later that evening, you were sitting on your couch, Simon having gone home a couple hours ago. Your dad was still at work, and the house was quiet as you made popcorn and flicked through channels on the TV. Right as you settled on a rerun of Them, there was a knock on the door. You assumed it was your dad, who had forgotten his keys, so you opened it. The face that greeted you was not your father, however, and you rolled your eyes when you saw ghostface at your door. 

“Not scary, Simon,” You teased, letting him in. As you turned your back, going back to your movie, ghostface shoved you against the couch. You gasped, trying to shout as he pinned you to the cushions, straddling your hips, but a gloved hand clamped down over your mouth. 

The mask was inches from your face, and you felt the plastic of the knife trail down your neck. You shivered, more turned on than you would like to admit. Ghostface leaned down to whisper in your ear, 

“I'm not really gonna hurt you,” Simon whispered softly. “If you want me to stop, just say so.” You smiled softly, Simon's obvious care for you warming your chest. His voice was distorted like ghostface in the movie, and it sent shivers down your spine. You pulled his hand off your mouth, and snarked. 

“Oh no, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” You batted your eyelashes teasingly. 

You heard Simon groan, and he took that as a go-ahead, running the knife down your body. With one hand pressed possessively on your neck, he used his other hand to tease you.

“You gonna be good for me?” Simon asked, running the plastic tip of the knife blade down your chest. Even though you knew it was fake, you shuddered and nodded, eyes locked on the knife. 

Simon used the knife to pull up the hem of your shirt, shuffling until it was tossed on the floor. You hadn't been binding, and your nipples hardened in the cool air of the room. Simon groaned again, grabbing one of your nipples and twisting it, making you gasp. He continued to play with your nipples, your chest turning pink and your breath coming out in short pants. 

You shifted your leg and you could feel how hard he was, pressed down against you. You could hear him panting too, both of you desperate for it. 

“Please,” you whined, looking up at him. One of his hands trailed down to your clothed crotch, palming your cunt through your sweatpants. You moaned at the contact, your hips thrusting up to meet him. 

“Fuck…” ghostface breathed. “Someone likes being fucked by a serial killer,” He taunted. You shook your head, embarrassed. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, the plastic of the mask brushing your cheek. 

“Don't lie to me,” He whispered. “You're fucking wet,” You moaned, the way he said it sending shivers down your spine.

He tossed the knife to the side and pulled off your pants and boxers, revealing your soaked pussy. He slid a finger into you, slick sounds coming from your hole. You whined, gripping Simon's shoulders. Simon watched your cunt intently, his shoulders rising and falling with his breath.   

  He slid a second finger into you, slowly and gently opening you up, his motions still full of care even dressed as a serial killer. 

“I need you to fuck me,” You whined, pressing your hips against his hand. 

“Do you really think you're in charge?” Ghostface asked mockingly, his hand slowing down to an almost unbearable pace. You whined again, desperate for him to do more. 

“Please, i've been so good,” You begged, writhing on the couch. 

“You have been good,” Simon mused. “You want me to fuck you?”

You nodded desperately, and he pulled his fingers out of you. You were about to whine in protest when he lined his dick up with your entrance. You moaned loudly as he slid into you, almost crying with relief as he settled all the way inside you. 

His thrusts were hard and uneven, his desperation palpable. Your moans mixed together, his pants and whines audible even through the mask. You wrapped your legs around his hips, drawing him even closer to you, your moans rising in pitch. 

He wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed, the pressure around your throat driving over the edge. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and stars danced across your vision. Simon thrusted into you twice more before stilling, pulling out and falling down beside you. 

Slowly, you lifted your hand up to pull the mask from his face, smiling at his sweaty, pink face. He grinned back at you, breathing heavily. 

“You ok?” He asked, running a gloved hand over your cheek. 

“Yeah, are you?” You breathed, still panting. Simon, nodded, and you kissed his forehead. “I think I’ve got some things to think about, though,” 

“Hmm, yeah,” Simon agreed, pulling off his gloves and settling down into your arms. “Who would’ve guessed we’d be into this sort of thing,” He chuckled.

“Who indeed,” You said, running your hands through his hair.

an: if you liked this, feel free to comment and reblog!

[doseweird]

currently imagining my tdick gaining a couple inches. feeling blood rush from my head down to my crotch, getting hard, then stretch as it slowly expands. i wouldn't be able to stop myself from rubbing it. i'd have to learn how to jerk it as it grows to its full size. i wouldn't be able to shoot loads from it but feeling it throb as and after i cum... getting wound up for round two... i want phallo so bad 🥹

[dol-dogboy]

Percy infodump incoming I’ve been thinking of him, his relationship to gender, and his ever so selfish and hypocritical views on the world

They’re such a product of their environment, the new gender system perfectly exemplifying everything about gender that makes them so insecure bc like. They ain’t a man or a woman, but no one else can process the concept that he’s neither. So instead they go with the second best option of “man”, because it’s better than being seen as a woman at least— and even then, as soon as his pants come off, it’s like the illusion breaks and suddenly everyone thinks he’s some crossdressing girl. And it infuriates them, so part of the reason why they want to become so powerful and intimidating is because at least then maybe people will be too scared to question him

The fact that he’s intersex makes it worse, because then when people view him as just a cross dresser then they see him as a FREAK too!! Deep voice, extremely tall, tdick, flat chest… can’t even look like a girl in the ‘right’ way. Which he then rationalizes that the intimidation will fix that too. Just gotta get more powerful. Just gotta be more in control.

This all manifests in him being someone who has actually never been able to fully explore his own gender, since they took on the role of “man” as a way to separate themself from womanhood when they came to the orphanage. So now they’re in this spot where their gender identity is half-baked and all of the insecurities just start piling up. He already found himself to be ugly as a child due to his mothers harsh criticisms, but that added paranoia of being seen as a woman has just made them all the more hyper aware of the thoughts and feelings of other people (even though they come off as someone that doesn’t care about what other people think— which they usually don’t. It’s just that this is a very sore subject for them)

It’s part of why he doesn’t like dressing in more ‘feminine’ ways, or wearing skintight clothes, because even the minute possibility of being seen as a woman makes his skin crawl. Hypothetically they could actually explore being more gender nonconforming if they actually got to be at a point where they’re comfortable in their own skin but. That would take some insane au fuckery for them to ever be at that spot

Insecurity in general is a big theme with Percy, he’s an inherently spiteful and envious person that lets his emotions out on others even when they don’t deserve it. Even when he was actively suicidal he was still pretty nasty towards others he deemed ‘better’ than him. Celes is the biggest example of it, she did nothing but unintentionally excel at all of the things that Percy was insecure about— and because of that Percy has had a one sided resentment towards her since they were children. If he is jealous over you then it’s YOUR fault in his eyes. How DARE you be better than him, how dare your very existence serve only as mockery in his eyes. Because he’s selfish, it doesn’t matter if the other person is suffering in other ways— he’s locked onto that insecurity of his and ignores all else. Tunnel vision

Percy is constantly throwing a pity party for themself, because they suffered in the past, because they’re suffering NOW, then that means they’re allowed to inflict as much harm upon people as they want. They’re above criticism because this town sucks anyways, so really the citizens deserve to get their faces beaten in. A flimsy excuse made by someone who attacks indiscriminately for the most part. They just use people like punching bags and then want to get away with zero consequences..

Because he’s suffered so much, you know? What do you mean you’ve also suffered? Who cares. That doesn’t matter. Just shut up and take the beating

He’s a hypocritical mess that’s overcompensating for the things that he’s lacking in by beating down the people that do have what he wants. And that’s why he’s so fun to write <3

[epitaphprime]

you guys can look at this too while I'm here and before i forget about it for a full week and never finish it (silly extreme hyper tdick inside)

[monsterhrt]

maybe i'd care more about funny horny ffxiv mods if ppl made fun stuff like hyper tdicks, or big bare non-op titties for masc models that actually look like they have some weight to them and aren't just inflated balloons

[gatorbites-imagines]

To me hyper tdick logan will always be real,, my headcanons for his chest change every day though, I swap between him having top surgery, taping, or just letting ‘em hang/being so built that it’s unnoticeable so much

Me too man, he changes to fit whatever scenario is in my head at the time. Logan could look any way in the world and I'd be frothing at the mouth for him.

[dragqueenstarscream]

-scitters across the ceiling down your hallway-

-scitters back after a few secs bc i missed your room-

hey,, happy mishapocolypse :]

so yk how i mentioned modding and potential scenes that'd develop around it? i like only slightly hinged Arcee (and femmes in general, Elita espec deserves to go apeshit) so she's def in the deep end of all that. her spike is more like a creature in n of itself than anything, looks like one of those sea slugs w/ frills on it and is pink at the base that fades into pastel at the tip,, maybe a piercing or two,, or a whole jacob's latter. her transfluid is also pink and has glitter in it ("good luck getting cleanin up all of it >:]" - her prob). with all that,, yk she's a super freak, super freakay. lesbian super freak.

Hot Rod is a bit different. he was forged w/ just a valve so he basically went on hrT for a while and then got a hyper mod,, so big tdick. he's basically a tame frat bro type, espec in comparison to Arcee, Kup, and Springer lol. he has a huge oral fixation, giving and receiving. loosely tied to that, he won't go crazy over it but he doesn't mind dirty talk. he's kinda corny tho which leads to him not taking sex too srsly all the time. doesn't ruin the mood for him tho ;]

since i ment Springer, he n Blurr will be nxt. might ment my oc if i feel festive. if i sound diff, i had an episode like a min b4 typing this lol (non-srs, dw)

also dw abt me being on the ceiling btw-

- 💫

i mean, hey, at least you're not breaking down my doors anymore /lh

i love seeing people going absolutely wild with designing cybertronian arrays. the idea of arcee with like... frills or ruffles going up the side of her spike is super interesting! it's gotta be gorgeous, like everything else about her. (also, the glittery transfluid makes me imagine her partner rejoining the other bots after interface, only for the other bots to start giggling because their mouth is covered in glitter)

and as a trans guy myself, in this moment, i am hot rod. it's like looking in a mirror lmfao (in all seriousness, though, i can definitely see hot rod being a bit of a cornball in bed, but not to the point that it gets annoying. with him, it's more endearing than anything)

[incarnon]

i know hyper stuff is a divisive topic and i respect that but also [starts frothing at the mouth and convulsing thinking about hyper tdick]

[dyke-quixote]

More uh Heathcliff headcanons actually....

I think him and Don and Ishmael had some sex before his canto. maybe only like one threesome if that but he did have sex with each of them individually a few times

but after his canto he has probably not slept with anyone. I think he's really embarrassed by his new body changes because he thinks of it as reminder of how he tried to hurt the Sinners and he may also consider it gross or weird. It also just reminds him of everything that happened in general and he hasn't really been ready to face that.

I think having Ishmael (who yeah he knew had tentacles but never thought much of it) and now Sancho will help him too... the three of them are all weird and "monsters" in a way...

Don and Ishmael never really pushed about sex after his canto because. Well. Ishmael was struggling even after her canto and Don just kind of... didn't want to bother either of them with her needs.

But yeah, specifics: he has always had a really big tdick. The only one who got close to matching his size was Don (naturally high testosterone) and Outis (used high doses of testosterone in the War). Still he was slightly bigger than them. (Yi Sang is the only other transmasc and he has atrophy due to not being allowed hormones while in N Corp but he was never that big bottom growth wise)

But after his Distortion, he got way bigger. Almost like a normal dick size. Hyper tdick kind of thing. While usually this may make him happy, the addition of the knot is something he's still not used to.

God I love hyper tdicks sorry

[puppybottom]

Ngl, I have this fantasy of my love picking another transpup to play with me. Like they take time to do like little interviews to decide who would be a good fit for me. Then like we have a play date with love watching maybe even if the other pup has a master they both watch us as we gush about hyper fixations. Wearing comfy sweaters and cute thigh highs and little tail plugs and collars. Then we start getting a bit handsy, little touches hear and there before they turn into groping. Then we try to wrestle to be on top but I give in easily because I love being dominated. The other pup nuzzles into my neck only licking and kissing knowing they can't bite and mark me cause I'm taken. The other pups hands sliding on my thighs as my own slip under their sweater to play with their nipples. Next thing we're both stripped of our sweaters. Our masters only watching, enjoying their pups getting along maybe even getting a bit hard from the show. Then the other pup suddenly takes my tdick in their mouth surprising me as my hands immediately go into their hair. Before making them lay on their back as I sit on their face, soon taking that pups tdick in my mouth and we start sucking each off. Getting sloppy and needed, practically face fucking each other. Our master jerking off watching their pups suck each other. Soon both masters are fucking us, slamming their cocks into our cute puppy asses as we continue to suck each other off. Soon Cumming in each other's mouths. We lay next to each other fingers in each others cunts slowly moving our fingers in and out to keep us stimulated as our masters just sit and talk.

[hwaddist]

Kiss me better.

Pairing: Astarion/Male Tav (named, half-drow, storm sorcerer) Word Count: 1324 words. Tags: NSFW!!  loss of virginity, blood drinking, body worship, mentions of dissociation, transmasc anatomy (top surgery scars, tdick), nothing too graphic Ao3 - SquidgeWorld

“I have never… done this before.”

Astarion is staring at him like he just grew horns. It wasn’t exactly the best place to confess his virginity, in the middle of the woods, both of them naked, Ezra a little bit delirious from blood loss. He opened his mouth to keep apologizing for not saying anything earlier but was interrupted by Astarion’s sultry voice.

“Oh! So that’s why your blood tastes so sweet.” He grinned, guiding his own face towards Ezra’s neck, taking a deep breath, nose against the warm skin of the sorcerer. Ezra shivered and held a whine when Astarion pressed his tongue against the wound, still open. “I was wondering why I was so strong, I was being fed the blood of a virgin.”

Ezra noticed that something was different about Astarion’s eyes. Ezra did notice how distant his eyes were when they started this whole ordeal, how lost those red eyes that have been haunting his dreams have been since they started kissing. 

“We don’t… have to do this if you don’t want to.” Ezra said softly, placing his hand in Astarion’s chest. That seemed to bring him back to the present, looking directly at Ezra’s eyes with certain confusion. “There’s nothing wrong I promise! It’s just that you seem distracted, and I don’t really want to take advantage of you.”

Astarion straighten up and kept his confused look for a quick second before chuckling dramatically. “Dear, please.” He rolled his eyes, placing both hands on Ezra’s sides so the younger could sit up with him. “If I didn’t want this you would’ve known by now. With my new found freedom it has been so much easier to reject undesirable people.”

Ezra sighed, a bit frustrated. “I am going to need your explicit consent or I am going back to bed.”

The ultimatum captured Astarion’s attention, which made him turn back with an eyebrow raised. “Aren’t you such a dear? So what? What do you want me to say?” He approached Ezra enough for his lips to be right in front of Ezra’s, merely inches away from each other. “Do you want me to say how much I’ll mourn the taste of your virgin blood after tonight?” He nibbled Ezra’s neck, not drawing blood, but he kne that it was the half-drow’s soft spot, drawing a moan from him.“How am I eager to listen to your beautiful cries, how are we close enough from camp for everyone to hear how good you are for me?” Astarion breathed cold air against Ezra’s hot skin, his attention now turned to the younger’s ear, another sensitive spot for him. Ezra’s breath was heavy, his lips slightly parted. “I can feel it already, how you shiver under me. It’s addicting”

Ezra let out a loud moan as he felt Astarion’s long fingers close to his entrance, due to the previous blood drinking and Astarion’s words, he was soaking wet. It was painfully obvious how practiced Astarion’s lines were, but he noticed how his eyes were more present, the second he could see them before they both closed their eyes. 

“Star...” Ezra whined as Astarion slowly pushed two fingers inside of him, he felt like he was on fire, hyper aware of the other man’s actions. Astarion laughed softly before kissing Ezra’s neck.

“That’s a new one, you usually call me Fangs.” Astarion sighed before lowering his face through Ezra’s neck to his shoulder, kissing all the way until he bit close to the sorcerer’s collarbone, his fingers finding a steady rhythm which made Ezra’s legs shake around Astarion’s waist. Ezra wanted to bite back at the snarky remark towards the nickname but he was feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations he was feeling at the moment, so instead his hand traveled to Astarion’s cock, trying to imitate the same rhythm the vampire had started. He smiled when he heard a quiet whine from Astarion. “You are so full of surprises, Storm boy.” 

The valley had started to be filled with their voices and slightly nasty sounds. Ezra was so much closer but he was determined to not finish before Astarion, he desperately wanted him to feel good, however, that disappeared when Astarion suddenly pulled away, leaving Ezra burning.

“Are you ok?” Ezra was quick to question, Astarion’s eyes burned with desire as he quietly stared at Ezra’s naked body. “Did I do something wrong?” The half-drow then asked, a slight panic in his voice. Astarion didn’t answer again, instead putting his hand on Ezra’s chest and pushing him down again to the ground.

“I just don’t want you to come just yet, my love.” Astarion finally answered, his eyes half closed, his look dangerous, like he was a predator looking at his prey, which definitely woke something up in Ezra. “The night is young after all.”

With a swift move, Astarion positioned himself between Ezra’s legs, grabbing them with both hands as he guided the sorcerer to wrap them around his waist like he was doing when they were sitting down. They looked at each other, Ezra was sure his pupils were so dilated and Astarion still had that dangerous look in his red eyes that made Ezra feel so small under him. Astarion wasted no more time and he slowly entered Ezra, one hand in the sorcerer’s waist, the other one pulling his dick softly, sending an electric sensation to his entire body. Ezra let out a loud moan followed by a series of heavy breaths, Astarion wasn’t necessarily big, but anything was enough for Ezra to get over the edge, trying to maintain the lock he had on the elve’s waist.

“No no, look at me darling.” Astarion demanded, verbally forcing Ezra to open his eyes and look at him with what he can believe are crazy eyes, judging by how Astarion started laughing. “Gods you are truly a virgin. How tight you are for me.” The elf purred, the hand that previously was holding Ezra’s waist was now traveling through the man’s chest, caressing his scars, especially the ones under his pecs. “How delightful you are, so pliant to take me…”

Astarion had found a steady pace that was slowly driving Ezra more and more crazy and over the edge, the half-drow sure that at any moment he would just explode from pleasure. The weather around them getting significantly warmer, Ezra was unsure if it was just him or if his powers were finally betraying him, but he could see the sweat forming on Astarion’s forehead (how can a vampire sweat?) so he assumed he was in the same position. With Astarion’s praise, it didn’t take long for Ezra to get even closer to his climax and something within him told him that Astarion was close as well, judging by how erratic the thrust were getting, a little faster. Ezra couldn’t help but finally start a series of whines a moan that were getting a little too loud for his own comfort, but he didn’t care at the moment, as he saw that Astarion grinned before hiding his face in the creek of Ezra’s neck, scraping his teeth against Ezra’s sensitive skin.

“Good my love, let everyone know.” Astarion breathed next to Ezra’s ear before nibbling it. Ezra’s eyes rolled at the back of his head and then closed, his arms closing around Astarion, desperately wanting him closer. “That’s it angel, you are doing so well.”

That was enough to send Ezra to his climax, with a loud cry, his entire body shook as he said Astarion’s name like a prayer, which might have been Astarion’s own reason to finally finish, quickly pulling out, his spend spilling all over Ezra’s lower body. They looked at each other, Ezra’s eyes were cloudy and Astarion’s were admiring him from head to toe, a unrecognizible fire in his eyes that sent a shudder through Ezra’s body.

“Little love, Aren’t you a sight to behold?”