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Hot Spell

AstarionxReader Oneshot

CW: Explicit Sex

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Hot.

It was all you could think about.

The awful, oppressive heat.

Your bedclothes had long been kicked to the other side of the tent - even a thin cotton sheet felt like a heavy wool blanket.

Every part of you dripped with sweat - all around your hairline, the back of neck, behind you knees. Everywhere skin met skin, sweat.

You weren’t sure how long you had tossed and turned, but it felt like hours. Hours, slowly roasting in this endless, humid, heat .

You sat up, sighing in frustration, snatching up your waterskin and uncorking it.

You drank deep, gulping down mouthfuls of tepid water, but it did nothing to cool you. A dribble of water fell from the corner of your mouth and you felt it track down the side of your throat, over your chest onto your already damp shirt - but the water only teased, just as warm as the buckets of sweat already pouring off you.

Desperate, you pulled the drenched tunic off and threw it away, finding the tiniest shred of relief in being naked.

But it wasn’t even enough to take the edge off.

You reached for the flap of the tent, waving it back and forth vigorously to try and move the stuffy air around on this hellishly still night.

It only succeeded in making you feel warmer.

“Fuuuck,” you groaned, leaning back on your hands. You closed your eyes, tilting your head back, so desperate for respite you even contemplated prayer - praying for a miracle, for rain.

Hot.

It was all you could think about.

The awful, oppressive heat .

“What in the hells are you doing, waving- oh.”

You peeled your eyes open, unable to move with any vague hint of speed, and let your head loll forward to look in the direction of the voice.

It was Astarion. Leaning into your tent, his beautifully coiffed hair was a stark contrast to your own sweat-soaked strands.

His eyes were wide as they flicked back up to look at your face.

He had been staring. But you were far too hot to give even half a fuck about modesty.

His brow twitched slightly, looking at your face. You knew you must look a right mess; flushed red and naked, a sheen of sweat across your body, and utterly exhausted.

“Are you alright?” he asked, kneeling down inside the tent, one hand still holding back the flap “You look… ill.”

“It’s hot. So. Fucking . Hot. How do you not feel it?”

His shirt laces were completely undone, letting his shirt hang open to expose even more of his chest than usual. But he was still somehow able to wear clothes without a drop of sweat darkening them.

“You forget darling, the weather doesn’t run afoul of me nearly so easily as it does you.”

He reached out a hand to cup your burning cheeks, and the chill sensation was so sweet that there was no holding back the soft moan that escaped you as your eyes fell closed.

Finally, finally .

Relief.

“Gods below, if I knew it was that easy to make you moan…” he trailed off.

You forced your eyes open again, staring back at him, and you could see his pupils blown wide and his lips parted ever so slightly. You lent forward, catching him by the wrist as he pulled his hand away.

“Please,” you breathed, gently tugging his hand towards your face again. “Please, I just need some relief. So I can sleep.”

He relented, placing his palm against your forehead, and you sighed. His touch on your skin felt like being sanctified, like being dipped in cool water. Maybe the gods had answered you after all.

“If it’s relief you’re after…” he breathed, shuffling forward. “I might know a solution.”

He crowded into you, forcing you to lie back down, but you caught his arm as he knelt over you.

“If you’re meaning… Astarion, I wasn’t asking for… I’m just so hot, that's all.”

“I know what you meant darling. And yes, you are .”

“I thought you hated puns,” you said, unable to hold back the little laugh that escaped your chest.

“Shhh,” he soothed, laying down beside you and propping himself up on his elbow. He brushed the backs of his fingers over your cheek, and whispered, “the heat’s made you delirious. You poor little thing.”

You sighed into the touch, offering him a gentle smile in thanks. It was so beautifully cool, and your feverish body ached for it.

You reached out to place your hand on his neck, your thumb brushing the corner of his jaw.

“I’m serious, Astarion you don’t have to–”

“I want to.”

Astarion grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his mouth so he could place a kiss on your palm before returning it to his neck, slightly leaning into the touch.

He ran his fingers along your jaw and mirrored your touch, his fingers brushing the base of your hair. That cool sensation and slight relief was answered by a dull heat rising in your core, a sweet and familiar hunger.

Astarion’s fingertips trailed from your neck down to your chest, along your sternum, and his knuckles brushed the lower swell of your breast. Cold fingertips ghosted over your nipples, making your back arch and your eyes flutter closed of their own accord.

His hand moved further down, his palm sliding over your belly to your waist, trailing down along your hip and over your thigh.

Your body grew tense with anticipation, and the increasing warmth between your legs was curious for his touch.

But suddenly, his hand was gone, and you opened your eyes, tamping down disappointment.

“Sit up,” he said, shucking off his shirt and pants, and he patted you on the shoulder.

You did as you were told, and he shuffled around behind you, his legs caging your body.

Astarion moved in close, pulling your hips into him until your back was flush with his chest.

Another half-stifled moan escaped your mouth as he curled himself around you, and you lent into him, his touch like cool water running along the backs of your arms, the sides of your legs.

“Is that better, darling?” he asked, his breath ghosting over your neck, a cool breeze on a hot day delighting your skin and making it prickle.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Gods, yes , thank you. I finally feel like I can think again.”

Just as you began to relax into his touch, his hands curled around your waist, making your breath hitch and your body stir. One hand travelled up to cup your breast, while the other trailed down to feather over your belly, your thigh.

“Mm, and what are you thinking about?” he whispered, his voice like velvet.

He pressed a soft kiss just behind your ear, his lips lingering there.

“How good this feels… how I want…” you said, your mouth feeling suddenly dry. “How I want more.”

His hand toyed with the soft downy hair at the crest of your legs, teasing, before running along the seam of your thighs with just the hint of a suggestion.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head darling. This is only the beginning.”

You let your legs fall apart, offering him greater access to where you craved his touch, hopeful. The soft caress on your leg became a firm grip, and you gasped as he pulled your leg up and over his, splaying you out fully. His for the taking.

“Mm, you open up so easily for me, don’t you?” he murmured, trailing kisses down your neck.

Already you could feel that sweet ache in your core, that throbbing desire for more and more and more.

His fingertips ghosted between your legs, featherlight touches over the wet heat bringing no relief, only lip-biting anticipation.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you?” he breathed.

Astarion’s hand on your breast moved upwards, flat to your chest with his fingers splayed, holding you tight against him. You pressed your arm over his, twining your fingers together, and you could feel your heart pounding beneath them.

“Yes… I’m all yours,” you whispered. And you were. Anywhere he wanted to touch was already his, unequivocally.

Finally, his fingertip found your clit and you gasped, fighting the urge to buck up into his touch. He rolled it aching slowly, and you could feel the pressure building in your core already, desperate for more but wanting to make it last.

Astarion kept up his careful ministrations without deviation until you started to writhe against him, your hand grasping against his thigh in a silent plea. You could feel him growing hard against your ass, and suddenly all you could focus on was the thought of him inside you.

“Tell me what you want dear,” he purred in your ear, his voice sending a jolt of pleasure down your spine.

“I want you , Astarion. Anything you’re willing to give.”

He huffed a sharp breath and pressed another kiss to your neck, his hand on your chest pulling you even tighter against him.

You whimpered as his fingers left your clit, but sound was cut off as a fingertip pressed against your opening, dipping into the slick heat before trailing back up to your clit.

His touch was firmer now, and your breathing came faster as he teased you towards the edge of pleasure.

He kissed your neck, open mouthed and wet, as he teased two fingers over your folds and spread them open, before pressing one inside.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan at the delicious pressure of his finger slipping deep inside, your grip on his thigh tightening. His finger curled up, caressing that sweet spot inside you and your hips bucked, craving more and more and more.

“Please,” you gasped.

“Please, what?” he said, lips against your neck.

“More. Please, give me more.”

He chuckled slightly, and you could feel the rumble of it against your back, the delicious sensation teasing you even further into pleasure.

Astarion removed his finger from you, and you whined at the loss until he brought his hand to your mouth, and pressed against your parted lips.

You acquiesced, opening your mouth wider so he could push inside. You licked and sucked at them, tongue swirling over them with a soft hum of pleasure.

He pulled away slowly, almost like he didn’t want to leave, and returned his hand between your legs.

He brushed his fingers over your clit again, the slick sensation making you sigh. You looked down, watching his careful movements, his fingers sliding back and forth over you and teasing all the while.

And then he pushed two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out ever so slowly to meet the rolling of your hips, working you open until he could press a third inside. He caressed that sweet spot inside with the tips of his fingers as his palm pressed against your clit, massaging it with the movement of his hand, forcing sweet little moans from your lips.

You could feel that heat coiling in your belly, tensing your muscles as your orgasm slowly built.

“May I?” he asked against your neck. “You taste ever so sweet when you’re in the throes of pleasure.”

“Yes,” you answered quickly, barely letting him finish the question.

The hand on your chest moved up to the top of your throat, holding your chin up and making space for him to mouth over your neck, kissing and licking and sucking. His grip pressed into the sides of your neck, just enough pressure to make your head feel light and heighten the sensation of his touch between your legs. His teeth pressed lightly against your throat as the pace of his fingers slowly increased, the anticipation of what came next almost as pleasurable as the firm pressure of his touch.

You were drawing closer and closer to the edge, every part of your body tensed to chase that little death, holding out just long enough for–

Sharp pain shot through your neck as he bit down, quickly giving way to pleasure as laved over the wound, lapping up your blood like the world’s finest wine.

That was it. Your hips writhed against his hand as you tumbled over the edge into pure bliss, a soft cry of ecstasy falling from your mouth.

His fingers slowed, still pumping in and out ceaselessly, his palm pulled slightly away now from your sensitive clit.

His mouth never left your throat.

As you came back down you still felt little shocks of pleasure run through you as he kept up his movements.

As you started to still again, he pulled his fingers away and you sighed in relief as your legs fell closed again.

He pressed one final, lingering kiss your neck and then both hands were on your hips, pushing you away.

“Oh, okay, thank you, I–”

“Ah, ah,” he tutted. “Don’t think we’re done so soon, pet. On your knees.”

You compiled easily, the relief making you obedient, and you moved up onto your knees between his legs.

“What a pretty picture you make, sitting there ready for me.”

Oh.

He moved behind you, and it sent a slight breeze over your exposed sex, making you shiver. One of his hands splayed over your hip, kneading your ass, pushing and tugging and making you quiver under his attentions.

And then he was kneeling behind you, one arm around your chest with his hand on the base of your throat, pulling him flush against you. With his knees, he nudged your legs further apart as his free hand moved between them once more, pulling a sharp gasp from you. You looked down, watching his fingers trail over your thighs and roll over before disappearing inside you, slipping in easily and causing a flutter in your belly. Even now, just moments later, you could already feel that heat coiling again.

He pulled away, leaning back ever so slightly to line up his cock between your legs, rolling his hips slowly to spread your slickness over it. You could almost indulge in the sweet, soft pleasure of it for hours, but you hungered for more, trying to angle your hips within his tight grasp to guide him inside.

“Ever so eager, darling,” he purred, pressing a kiss to your neck.

He knelt back, pulling you down with him to sit in his lap, and loosened his grip so he could trail kisses down along your shoulder. His hand on your throat moved down to your hip, pushing you up and over ever so slightly. His other hand moved between you, and as he pulled back on your hips you felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance.

With both his hands on your hips, he pulled lightly against them in silent encouragement. You pressed down, relaxing and letting him in, feeling his cock push against the slight resistance until just the tip sank inside. You stilled, acclimatising to the new sensation, drinking in the sweet, quiet gasp from Astarion.

Then, you pressed down further, a constant, glacially slow movement all the way until he bottomed out inside you and filled you up perfectly.

A guttural groan escaped your lips, almost drowning out Astarion’s own. It was pure, pure pleasure.

You basked in it, still for just a moment until Astarion’s hands on your hips urged you upwards again.

You pulled away from him, kneeling up until you came almost all the way off, relishing in the almost overwhelming sensation of his cock sliding inside you, before pressing back down, faster this time.

Again, his hands urged you up. You tilted your hips back, so as he pulled you back down his cock brushed against the sweet, sensitive spot inside you, making you cry out at the delirious sensation.

Astarion pushed your hips up once more, this time meeting you with a thrust as he pulled you back onto him, and he built up a languid, torturous pace.

Gentle little moans fell from your mouth with every thrust, twining with the beautiful little sighs and bitten back noises coming from Astarion.

Your fingertips found your clit, rolling it in just the way you liked, that pressure building in your core once again. The hot, filthy sounds of pleasure and skin slapping filled the tent, and your focus narrowed to the growing heat between your legs as you pushed closer and closer to bliss once more.

Your free hand moved to your hip, to twine your fingers with Astarion’s, and he gripped even tighter.

“Ah, yes.. Fuck. Are you going to come for me again? Let me hear it.”

And that was all it took.

Pleasure tore through you, a harsh cry ripping itself from your throat as you fell into ecstasy again.

You continued to roll your hips over him, riding through the aftershocks until you felt him tense beneath you, his grip tightening on your hips as he came with a shuddering sigh. You fell forward, your hands catching you on the ground, and it was all you could do to breathe and try to come back down.

His grip loosened, instead petting over your hips, your ass, your thighs.

As your breathing finally returned to normal, you knelt forward and pulled off completely, shuffling off from him. You grabbed for your discarded tunic, cleaning you both off half heartedly before turning to face him.

He had lain back down, his hands tracing patterns over his torso as he stared up at the tent, a languid smile on his face. His eyes flitted down to look at you, and the smile grew into a wide grin, one hand reaching out for you.

“Come here. Sleep.”

You shuffled over to lay down beside him, laying your head against his chest as his arm wrapped around you.

“Thank you, Astarion, that was re-ahhh,” you said, interrupted by a yawn. You curled your arm over his stomach, hitching your leg up over his.

It was perfect.

His other hand gently stroked your arm.

“Shhh dear, sleep now.”

“I.. ah..” you started, unable to finish your sentence as you drifted off to sleep in a temperate bliss.

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