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((Here is something for the dash to see: my dog, who actually identifies as either a cat or a goat (not sure which), jumping OFF of my car. That is a 96 Lincoln Town Car, for anyone wondering. Feel free to look up the dimensions of it. She was on the ROOF but saw me coming, so she started to come down before I could get a picture of her on the very top. BUt you can vaguely see the muddy prints from her being up there, if you look hard enough. So yes, dash, meet my brat dog Lassie.))

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He shudders almost violently when Astarion bites down, the heady mix of pain and pleasure being enough that it is only sheer force of will alone that keeps him from tumbling over the edge. He moans as the speed increases once more, the brief distraction of the bite and its consequences almost immediately forgotten. He doesn't even register that he's missing any blood, really.

He returns the kiss eagerly, desperately, clinging to Astarion's shoulders. He then moans into the kiss at the other man's words, wanting to be filled and knowing that he will get what he wants soon enough. His own hips start to stutter in their movements, his release nigh upon him, when it is suddenly denied him by a firm hand at the base of his cock.

He can't help the low whine of want and mild frustration at the denial, pressing his lips in desperate kisses against Astarion's jaw. "Please," he begs immediately. "I want... I need... Inside, please. Please let me. Please."

He's so close, and he knows that the moment that hand removes it's grip, he'll be crashing into his orgasm in much the same way he'd seen Renji go crashing into walls during battle. Which is to say, very, very hard. He babbles out his whimpered pleas for release, and for Astarion to fill him, his mind unable to grasp at anything else besides those two things.

”thank you darling. I promise I’ll take only a sip.” He murmured, before biting down and drinking from Izuru. He moaned at the taste and he soon pulled away, a small line of blood dripping down his chin. He licked it up and used his finger to wipe his chin. “You taste divine.” He murmured, before positioning his hips and moving them at a steadier pace.

He pulled Izuru in for a second, gently holding his chin and kissing him. His other hand remained on Izuru’s back, drawing small circles with the pads of his fingertips as he admired his partner. He could feel warmth pulling at him, a heat pooling in his abdomen as he continued to move his hips.

“I’m close, darling…” He smiled against his lips, his pace starting to get sloppier as he went on, “You want me to fill you?” He asked filthily, unable to prevent himself from being the slightest bit cruel and wanting to tease. He brought the hand holding Izuru’s chin down to hold him at the base of his cock.

“I want to hear you beg for me again. You sound just so sweet to me..”

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Because it’s Sinday…..

What’s the steamiest session Izuru has had?

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"There are too many to recall, really. The ones that were particularly 'steamy', as you put it. That being said, however... There was a partner I'd had, who I'd been bathing with. It had started as relatively innocent cuddling, and we were talking of course. Somehow it escalated, and... Well, I know how I am when I get needy, at least. My partner thought it was cute, of course. We didn't even bother going back to the bedroom; he just pinned me to the wall and took me then and there after I found some lavender massage oil that we could use."

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He cries out with every strike to his prostate, growing louder as he grows closer to the edge. He continues to leave marks, bucking his hips sharply once when he feels Astarion's hand on him again, biting down a bit harder.

He stops his own biting when he feels Astarion kissing down his own neck once more, instead tilting his head to grant better access. He barely hears the question, but once he does, he can't help the way his hips slow in thought. He was about to argue that Astarion already had tasted him, before he remembers the other man's confession about his affliction and particular dietary needs.

He doesn't even know what all Mayuri had done to him, in truth. The arm, and the methods used to stabilize that damned hole in his torso, those are fairly self-explanatory. But knowing the captain of the Twelfth, there is likely far more that he was never told about. Would never be told about.

"My blood?" He asks without really needing to, for clarification. He keeps his hips at a slow and steady roll now, even as he moves to rest his forehead against Astarion's shoulder while still granting easy access to his neck. "Don't... Don't take more than a mouthful. A taste and that's it. I don't know what all was done to me, or how it might affect you. I'd hate for something bad to happen."

Astarion has never been the kind of partner to leave once they were satisfied. He always made sure his partner was enjoying themselves, and that was what he was doing with Izuru. He moved his hips at the same pace, but made it a point to target his prostate.

He moaned as his lover bit, kissed, sucked, and left marks on his neck. He breathlessly chuckled and moved his his hand back to stroking him, enjoying the sound of all of his desperate whimpers,

He lets out a groan as a mark was made particularly close to the scars, and he shuddered in pleasure with a slight smirk of amusement. He leaned down and kissed the right side of Izuru’s neck, before biting down and leaving another hickey.

“You never answered my question before… may I taste you? Hm?” He mouthed at the right side of Izuru’s neck, one hand stroking his left hip while he continued to move his hips at that same pace.

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He whimpers louder when Astarion finally begins to move as well, enhancing the pleasure. The kissing, the sensations of Astarion inside of him, all of it, is overwhelming in the best of ways. Izuru can't remember the last time he'd felt like this during such an encounter, and he'd had a number of encounters over the years before the war.

He cries out when Astarion increases the pace, his own head falling forward to rest against Astarion's shoulder as he pants and clings and moves. The hand wrapping around and stroking him only adds to the sensations, and he's getting desperately close now, desperate whimpers escaping him.

Even as he continues to ride Astarion and cry out his pleasure, he finds himself taking that permission. He explores the uppermost part of Astarion's body, his neck and shoulders, with his mouth. Biting, nibbling, and sucking at the skin to leave marks while also serving to help to muffle his noises.

Astarion hums low in his throat, the sound almost strained as Izuru marked his neck. He chuckled with amusement at Izuru's gasps and slowly rolled his hips, testing the reactions he received from Izuru. He rolled his hips in a steady pace, swallowing his whimpers as he kissed him back passionately.

"Then I may just indulge you," He stroked his thighs and leaned into the shinigami's hand as he tangled his fingers in his hair. With another small groan, he looks up at Izuru and kisses him once again. "You are absolutely ruinous." He murmured against his lips, moving his hips a little faster.

Astarion brought one hand between them to stroke Izuru a few times before letting his hand wander and explore Izuru's chest, before eventually resting on his lower back to help support him. "Feel free to mark me just as I did to you, darling."

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👀 ( astarion to Izuru :D )

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He'd been peeking outside through the heavy curtains that keep sunlight from entering through the windows. Checking on the weather - his shoulder aches like a storm is coming in from the sea. The dark clouds along the horizon seem to confirm it, too.

But his attention is also drawn downwards, towards the garden, and the unkept flowers that desperately need care. A part of him wonders if Astarion would allow him to tend to the garden, perhaps renew it. He wonders if this strange world has lavender, too, that he could plant.

He feels eyes on him, and whirls around to see Astarion staring. He startles some, even as his flesh hand moves up to grip at his tender shoulder and massage at it some, hoping to relieve some of the pain, not that it ever does. He doesn't know why, but he almost feels guilty about doing anything in the garden. About even thinking about bringing it up to the other man.

Unable to hide the faint flush that climbs to his cheeks, he hums a noncommittal sound, even as he moves forward to tuck himself into Astarion's arms. He doesn't like storms very much, for a variety of reasons. But here, in Astarion's arms, they are a bit more bearable.

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He shivers at the sound of Astarion's low moan, it serving to egg him on. He nibbles and can't help but bite a bit harder when Astarion leans his head back, worrying the skin between his teeth for a short moment in hopes of leaving a mark.

"Y-You feel good too," he gasps out in response to Astarion's words, the sounds coming from the other man encouraging him to move a bit faster. "Y-You can move too, you know," he then murmurs into the other man's neck. "I... I like it others when take control."

He then tils his head up for another needy kiss, whimpering into it as he guides Astarion's hands from his thighs to his hips, so that the other man might guide the pace if he should feel so inclined. That done, he then dares to explore a bit more with his hands, one moving up to feel Astarion's hair, so very soft, and the other, his false arm, hanging onto his shoulder to help him keep his balance as he moves.

Astarion continued to gently caress Izuru's back, fingers trailing up and down his spine, making small circles. He lets his fingers tangle in Izuru's soft hair for a few moments as they kissed and moans softly as Izuru lowers himself onto his shaft.

Astarion covered his mouth with one hand, just for a moment as he leaned his head back slightly. “gods…” he murmured under his breath. He resisted the urge to thrust up into Izuru, wanting him to take the pleasure he deserves.

He shivered and let out a soft hum of pleasure as Izuru kissed his neck, over the scars left so long ago. They were sensitive still, even after all those years. He put his hands on Izuru’s hips, once again massaging them before bringing one hand down to stroke his inner thighs. “You feel so good around me…” He groaned.

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He shudders at the continued praise, the sensations of his neck being mouthed only adding to his pleasure. He whimpers at the loss when he feels those wonderful fingers leave him after his second orgasm, missing the feeling of being filled immediately.

He leans into Astarion and rests against him for a moment as his back is rubbed, his gaze moving down to follow the same fingers that had just been inside of him as Astarion preps himself to be ridden.

He returns the kiss, having always been one to enjoy even that small and simple point of contact with a partner. Especially during situations such as these. He whimpers lowly again at Astarion's words, before slowly lifting his hips and reaching down to grasp Astarion and position him. He slowly lowers himself back down, spearing himself on Astarion's cock, letting out a low and satisfied groan.

When he's fully seated, his hips flush with Astarion's, he pauses and gives himself a moment to adjust to the new fullness. He leans forward to lick, kiss, and nibble his way across Astarion's jaw, neck, and shoulders again as he slowly begins to rock himself in Astarion's lap, gasping with each downward thrust that has his prostate being stimulated.

Astarion noticed Izuru’s reaction to the praise and smirked. “You’re doing so well for me, sweet thing,” He continued, mouthing at Izuru’s neck as he fingered him. “You’re so beautiful.” As Izuru came for a second time, Astarion slowly brought his fingers to a stop before pulling them out.

As Izuru calms down from his climactic high, Astarion rubs Izuru’s back soothingly with his clean hand. With his other hand, he quickly starts lubing his own cock to prepare for Izuru to ride him. He pulled Izuru in for a slow, steadier kiss than before.

This was for his own pleasure now, just to feel Izuru’s soft, cold lips ( which have been warmed from their activities ) against his own. His ruby eyes maintained brief eye contact with Izuru as he smiled at him gently. “Take what you want from me, darling. I’m yours now.” He murmurs against his lips.

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He shudders at the praise, those words doing far more for him than he'd ever thought they would. Certainly, he's used to dirty talk or even being talked down to in these sort of circumstances. But apparently, that sort of talk pales in comparison to being praised, which catches him by surprise.

He whimpers at the continued stimulation, barely clinging to the sliver of willpower that keeps him from toppling over that edge again. He wants, so very desperately, to have Astarion inside of him when he reaches climax again. But upon hearing the other man's words, that little bit of control snaps and he comes again with a strangled cry of Astarion's name, his back arching and his hands scrambling to hold onto something, anything, to ground himself.

“Good boy…” He praised lowly as Izuru told him exactly what he wanted. Astarion continued to massage that patch of nerves with his fingers, enjoying the way Izuru clenched around him. “You’ll have me soon enough, Izuru.” He whispered into his ears, moving his fingers even faster, with greater precision.

“can you cum one more time for me? Hm? Just once more, then I promise you’ll have me.” He looks right into Izuru’s eyes, enjoying his pleasured expressions. The sounds he made alone were heavenly to Astarion. “I’ll fill you just as you want.”

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He whimpers and continues to grind back against those fingers, searching for that perfect angle that would have him seeing stars. "Please," he pleads again, even if he isn't entirely sure what else exactly he's asking for. It's so rare for him to ask for something to be done. Certainly, if a lover has taken too long in the past, he'd get to demanding that they get inside of him, but otherwise it has always been rather rare for him to express specific desires.

He shivers as he feels a third finger slip in, crying out into the kiss when that angle is finally reached. He melts into Astarion then, clinging once more as he tries to ride those magnificent fingers, even as he feels as though he's being devoured.

He whimpers a bit more urgently, and nibbles at Astarion's lower lip, before breaking the kiss. "I want you," he gasps out, trembling with the force of his want. "I want you inside me, please."

Astarion continued to move his fingers in and out of Izuru, amused by the slicked sounds of his palm making impact with the Shinigami’s rear. “Please what, hm?” He asked softly, wanting to know exactly what else Izuru wanted, exactly how else he could pleasure him.

He kissed Izuru back and slowly inserted a third finger, fingers deftly searching for and locating that sweet patch of nerves to make Izuru cry out for him. Half of him wants to make Izuru cum again, on his fingers alone, the other half wanting nothing more than to claim him right then and there.

He explores the other’s mouth, using his free hand to gently hold the back of Izuru’s head. he parted from the kiss, only for a moment to breathe, before resuming their needy embrace and swallowing all his lover’s moans and whimpers eagerly.

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He doesn't hear Astarion's chuckle, as he's immediately distracted by the satisfying feeling of fingers moving inside of him. He groans and allows his eyes to flutter closed, grinding down on those fingers once more. "I don't look in the mirror at all."

He lets out a strangled sound as he's bitten, shifting his head to the side to make space for Astarion there. "Please," he pleads once more in a low whisper, shifting his hips restlessly against Astarion's fingers.

He whimpers with each new bite, arching his back and growing more and more aroused with each one. "I can't be both?" He groans and places a hand on Astarion's shoulder to steady himself when the other man bites a bit too close to the edge of his wound. It isn't agony by any means, but a touch more painful than he wants for this sort of fun.

To distract himself from the brief moment of pain, he instead reaches to tug Astarion back up for another kiss.

he chuckled softly at the other’s confusion. He was right. He slowly inserts his fingers as Izuru argues with him. “Then you haven’t been looking at yourself in the mirror enough.” Ironic, considering Astarion could never even see himself in the mirror.

Astarion kisses back with eagerness and renewed fervor. At Izuru’s words, Astarion let out a small hum as he smirked. “Gladly~” He pulled Izuru closer, clearly much more aroused at his words. He was still being just as gentle as before. He bit down on Izuru’s neck, to the point of almost drawing blood.

“I’ll make sure everyone who sees you will make sure they know you are mine.” He murmurs possessively, a glint in his eyes as he scissored his fingers in Izuru.

“I never expected you to say such a thing, since you presented as a shy man before me at the bar.” He crooned, biting a trail down Izuru’s chest and maintaining brief eye contact with each bite to make sure Izuru was okay with him continuing.

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His brows furrow slightly in confusion, even as the continued pleasure threatens to derail his thinking. "...worship?" He isn't entirely sure what that means, but he trusts Astarion. Probably more than he should, given the short amount of time that they've known each other. But as Wabisuke had said, even if it had been put rather cruelly.

Kindred spirits, in a way.

He feels the fingers at his entrance and immediately tries to grind back onto them, to get them inside of himself. "Not beautiful," he immediately argues, even as he continues to nibble and kiss through his exploration. He shivers some at the promise of getting what he wants.

When Astarion pushes his hair out of his face, Izuru immediately shifts to claim a proper kiss, leaning into it eagerly. "I want you inside of me," he murmurs against the other man's lips. "I want to feel your release, inside of me. I want..." He pauses here, for a moment's contemplation, before continuing. "I want you to mark me, somehow, somewhere. Please. Bite me, strike me, it matters not. I want to be marked as yours for the time I am in your world."

“I want to worship you,” He admitted softly, taking immense pleasure in the way Izuru leaned into his touches. As he kissed and sucked at Izuru’s chest, Astarion used the lube on his fingers and gently placed them at Izuru’s entrance.

“I want to make you see just how beautiful you are to me, Izuru.” He shivers with excitement as Izuru explores his body with tentative nibbles or kisses to his skin. “You can feel me all you’d like, darling. Just tell me what you want, I won’t deny you.”

He brushed the stray strands of hair out of Izuru’s face and kissed the corner of his lips. “Don’t worry about me. I take immense pleasure in seeing you fall apart for me.”

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"I thought that was what we were doing," he gasps out in response to Astarion's words. He leans his head back and arches his back to push his chest forward for Astarion, letting out a strangled groan. "Please," he whispers a bit harshly.

In the past, he'd always had a tendency to rush through the foreplay. He always wanted it hard, rough, fast. Like he'd needed to be punished. He whimpers as his hips continue to be massaged, this more gentle approach doing more for him than he'd first thought it would.

When his hands are guided to the other man's chest, he can't help the way they immediately begin to explore, even as he leans forward to start nibbling and kissing at the exposed skin. "I want you to feel good too, though," he manages to get out between kisses. "I just... I want to feel you. Please."

As Izuru crawled into his lap, Astarion smirked a bit. “Maybe let’s take this at your pace,” He murmured, kissing down his neck and chest, latching onto Izuru’s nipple and biting gently. “Would you like to ride me?”

He assumes maybe Izuru isn’t used to his body being worshipped by his partner, and decided this was a wonderful time to start. Astarion repeats his action of massaging Izuru’s hips again, noticing the reaction it drew from the latter.

Astarion is all too familiar with the need for this sort of intimacy. The want- no, the need to feel alive again. The need to have some sort of connection, some sort of sensation to make him feel alive again. Astarion pulls Izuru closer, grinding against him. He takes Izuru’s hands and places them on his chest. “Touch me however you’d like darling. Take what you want from me.”

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He groans lowly at the feeling of a hand tangling into his hair, another hand moving down to massage his hip. It has him arching against Astarion somewhat, even as he leans in and clings to the other man.

Izuru starts to whine a protest when the kiss is broken, only to tilt his head back to allow better access to his neck. When Astarion kisses him again, he whimpers into his mouth and clings ever tighter.

His breath hitches at the words of comfort, even if it isn't necessarily what has him acting this way. This clingy, needy way that is so unlike how he usually is. Or at least, how he usually has been since the war, and he'd died. This strange world, and this wonderful man, have him acting and feeling as though he's still alive again. As if he'd never been torn apart by the person he'd admired most, and then abandoned like an unwanted toy.

It's overwhelming in so many ways, and it is enough to have him trembling and whimpering anew as he all but crawls into Astarion's lap, trying to get as close as possible. Holding on as tight as he possibly can without hurting the other man, wanting, needing that physical connection and reassurance.

Astarion recognizes this kind of behavior. One he displayed himself not too long ago with Tav. He kissed Izuru back, wrapping his arms around his neck. He lets one hand tangle in Izuru’s ( soft, really fucking soft, by the gods- ) hair, his other arm falling back down to massage Izuru’s hip.

Pulling from the kiss momentarily, to kiss down his cheek and neck, kissing his chin. “You are perfect, darling,” He murmured, before kissing him deeply again, letting the other explore his mouth however he wanted.

Astarion always flirted with sweet nothings, but Izuru could tell that Astarion, if ever, wasn’t lying to him now. Even though Izuru had been so vulnerable with him, Astarion still thought Izuru was strong, and sweet. He truly was perfect in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, sweet thing…” He cooed in between their kisses. “I’m not going anywhere.”