[He grinds his teeth together at that, arching under him. What he said would be amusing if he wasn't so close to the edge. He does have enough wherewithal to tease, in a hoarse growl:]
[He presses down on Astarion's head with his thumb as he leaks further. By all that is holy, where did he find that growl that shot straight into Taryon's cock? Even when on top, Astarion has him beat in everything.]
Come. Come, please. [His hand movements are erratically; there's little self-control remaining inside Taryon if he can spit out those dirty words without shame.]
[Taryon is so desperate. He wants to see Astarion come undone, to see him at the height of pleasure, so much he is withholding his own climax.
There was something utterly sweet about that, that it makes the whole of himself feel, well, loved.
Astarion's hands cling to Taryon, holding on to him as he feels himself teeter over the edge again and again, until that "please" pushes him over. His hips jerk into his hand as he spills, over and over, across his stomach and Taryon's hand. The sound he makes is a strangled cry as he presses his mouth against Taryon's cheek.]
[Taryon doesn't last long enough to witness the full natural phenomena of Astarion falling apart. Once he cries out, it's over. Taryon ruts once, twice, and falls over the cliff's edge loudly and suddenly. One second he's watching the most beautiful orgasm he's seeing, the next he feels his soul leap out of his body.
He raises his leg tangled in Astarions and sloppily bucks against him while he rides out his orgasm. His hand's hold slackens; it continues to rub him before relaxing and stilling while Taryon remains floating among the clouds.]
[Taryon's hand doesn't quite stop after Astarion comes, and the extra stimulation is overwhelming. Overwhelming, but decidedly wonderful. The extra sparks of pleasure resulting from it makes witnessing Taryon's own orgasm more exciting, even if all it was was a clumsy, bestial rutting against his thigh. He whispers nonsense encouragement as he rides it out, the hand on his lower back moving to grip his arse to help him buck.
Once it slows, once Taryon's hand stills and once both their cocks stop throbbing, Astarion goes slack under him. He shuts his eyes as he pants, basking in this moment. His body has never felt so good. Sex has never felt so good, and all it was was a handjob. His mind buzzes with the aftermath, unable to formulate concrete ideas or words, just happiness. His lips still on Taryon's cheek gives it a soft kiss.]
[There is no bed, only Astarion. No blanket other than Astarion, no other body than whatever is touching Astarion. The scent of sex doesn't sicken Tary; it's strong and fills everything and tells him that this is perfect. He made love to someone who loves him, someone who wanted this and finished first. His mind has been clear of any doubt that he can ruin any of this. That no one can split them apart.
And he's kissed. He's being kissed and oh, he's so lucky to have someone like this. Someone who has every reason not to try love again but still chose him.
How lucky he is.
Taryon weakly raises his hand to drap his arm across Astarion's come-spattered torso.]
[He shifts under his arm, just enough to curl up against him, cover himself with more of his living warmth. As the endorphins from the sex calms, he begins to feel vulnerable. Still happy, but so naked, metaphorically speaking. The only witness to it is Taryon, and all he wants is that same person to protect him from everything as he's bared so open.]
[He's so tired and wants nothing more than to lay his head on Astarion's bosom. They've shared something so vulnerable and personal together — Taryon doesn't want to leave.
He remembers how many people had to leave Astarion.
He nuzzles his beard against Astarion's cheek, his lips.] I feel better than ever.
[He doesn't think directly about all the people that had been taken after he fucked, he hadn't been attached to them in the first place. But there still is an uneasiness that isn't only about himself. He doesn't want to leave him, and doesn't want Taryon to leave, either. This could be ephemeral. A dream. Taryon could still be mad at him. Taryon may not exist at all. He may wake up back in the Elfsong, return to being lonely, bitter, angry, focused only on vengeance and power no matter the cost.
He smiles at the tickle of his beard, and kisses his jaw.]
Me, too. [He chuckles.] Well, I do feel a little worse for wear, honestly, but only physically speaking.
Just from feeling tired, right? [He rolls his head to tragically pull away from Astarion and gaze at him instead. Hopefully no injuries were reopened or sprains were had. Nothing so bad as mashing their dicks.]
You look...happy. [That means it wad good. It was really good. It means Taryon did a good job, and Astarion isn't afraid like he was in the hotel after he kissed Taryon or in the underworld or after they fought. It's the happy end at the end of a story of challenges and trials.]
[The plasters dotted here or there on his body remain blood free, even if they had reopened there probably wasn't enough to go around as all his reserves rushed to one particular area.]
I'm just very hungry.
[He chuckles, turning so he can see him too. His expression must be exceptionally soft for Taryon to say that. Part of him winces at the thought, but more and more of him is growing used to it. The more time that passes in this world, the expanse that grows between him and his obsession for vengeance back home, the easier it is to think he deserves this. That vengeance can, in fact, wait.]
[A sigh, though Taryon's smile does not disappear.]
Sorry I couldn't help with that.
[One finger isn't enough. It's probably too soon to offer a neck, if they haven't even been inside each other.
His lidded eyes are cast downward as he thinks. Astarion is still injured, and it may be a while until LILITH has enough spare blood to bring Astarion back to full health. It will take time before they can truly resume their relationship.]
I...hope it won't be long until we can go in a date again.
[It wouldn't be too soon, not with how hungry he is, he also trusts him thoroughly. But he won't push for it, not when it seemed Taryon had no interest. He doesn't mind if he wasn't, Astarion does appreciate knowing he is with someone that doesn't have a vampire fetish, but it doesn't help the hunger. He sighs and shrugs as he rolls onto his side to essentially "snuggle" into Taryon.]
It's fine. With the flu gone, I should be fine to go hunt animals once more. [Snorts.] 'Tis what I get for trying to be conscientious of spreading illness.
[He smiles quietly into Taryon's hold.]
I don't mind just staying in and listening to you read.
You're so considerate and selfless to go in a diet in such trying times.
[He knows it annoys his boyfriend (boyfriend! No longer just annoying his thieving friend) to insist that he's such a nice person, but what's better than telling someone you love how amazing they are? Astarion is so cute when he denies it.]
Good plan. Can't go wrong with the classics. And— I guess drinking from my finger once in a while wouldn't hurt. [A soft snort.] If you don't make those noises all the time. As much as I love...this, we really shouldn't have so much intercourse right now.
[Though he can't complain about the moment. Taryon slides his palm over Astarion's smooth chest, slick with sweat and oozing the command to lie here for hours and forget about the morning.]
[Oh, that does make him give a face of utter disdain, though it probably loses most of its edge as they lay cuddling in their after glow.]
Sometimes you just have to pick your battles smartly.
[He may be more kind than he like to let on, but part of it was just sheer avoidance of being harangued by his fellow Outsiders. If the sickness had continued on much longer, he would have had to eventually break the rules, others be damned. But, his boyfriend thinking he had been fully selfless isn't too bad.
He hums happily as he was touched again, groggy smile on his face.]
[They can continue experimenting. There's no shame in engaging in sex with another man. No one can tell Taryon what to do.
But — he has to be practical.]
I can take it slow. It feels special. You... [He's too precious to rush with.] I like it when we lie like this.
[His very first time was like this. Trousers at their knees, shirts gone or opened, just hands and bodies and the knowledge that someone wanted him that intensely. If Astarion is happy with this, it means their future is promising.]
...Um. Do...you want to run to thr showers now? Before you fall asleep, I don't mind staying here. [A small laugh.] I don't know if I want to get up.
[His smile turns soft at the word "special", and he touches Taryon's chest, stroking it idly. Experimental is the way to put it, just touching a man because he can. Because he wants to, and he wants it, but no expectation beyond this.]
Yes. I like it, too. Let's just do whatever feels good in the moment, hm?
[He sighs dramatically at the thought of having to get up himself.]
Mm‐hm. [The corner of his mouth twitches when Astarion brushes his fingers across his hair-dusted chest. That certainly feels good in the moment, and Taryon wouldn't mind if it continued for ages without escalating.]
I'm going to feel gross when I wake up, and I'd rather no have people see me in the morning. They're going to know what happened. [He buries his face into the pillow. The horrors, being perceived!]
I feel like if we saw two naked guys that are dating go to the showers together, I would have a good guess for the reason.
...And I can smell you. [He rolls to his side before pushing himself up to kneel beside Astarion. Up here, the white spend streaked over Astarion's torso are extremely visible. Taryon finds himself staring at the marks.]
[His sense of smell is much more keen, after all, but his distaste for certain smells has changed with his vampirism. Meaning, the sex body odor isn't that terrible to him.
But all the same, he says perfunctorily as he stands:]
[He tosses his legs over the side of the bed to ensure that he stands in one dramatic motion with both feet on the ground and his body rising, sping unfurling until his head shoots up high. It looked more dramatic in the TV show he was following.]
Let me... [He shuffles towards the drawers and pulls out two towels, one which he hands to Astarion.]
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[His hand shakes. His cock twitches and spurts — not yet, not yet he tells himself. A finger presses into Astarion's slit.]
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Come? You want me to come, ah, first, my sweet?
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[He presses down on Astarion's head with his thumb as he leaks further. By all that is holy, where did he find that growl that shot straight into Taryon's cock? Even when on top, Astarion has him beat in everything.]
Come. Come, please. [His hand movements are erratically; there's little self-control remaining inside Taryon if he can spit out those dirty words without shame.]
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There was something utterly sweet about that, that it makes the whole of himself feel, well, loved.
Astarion's hands cling to Taryon, holding on to him as he feels himself teeter over the edge again and again, until that "please" pushes him over. His hips jerk into his hand as he spills, over and over, across his stomach and Taryon's hand. The sound he makes is a strangled cry as he presses his mouth against Taryon's cheek.]
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He raises his leg tangled in Astarions and sloppily bucks against him while he rides out his orgasm. His hand's hold slackens; it continues to rub him before relaxing and stilling while Taryon remains floating among the clouds.]
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Once it slows, once Taryon's hand stills and once both their cocks stop throbbing, Astarion goes slack under him. He shuts his eyes as he pants, basking in this moment. His body has never felt so good. Sex has never felt so good, and all it was was a handjob. His mind buzzes with the aftermath, unable to formulate concrete ideas or words, just happiness. His lips still on Taryon's cheek gives it a soft kiss.]
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And he's kissed. He's being kissed and oh, he's so lucky to have someone like this. Someone who has every reason not to try love again but still chose him.
How lucky he is.
Taryon weakly raises his hand to drap his arm across Astarion's come-spattered torso.]
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...Can we stay like this? For a moment or two?
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[He's so tired and wants nothing more than to lay his head on Astarion's bosom. They've shared something so vulnerable and personal together — Taryon doesn't want to leave.
He remembers how many people had to leave Astarion.
He nuzzles his beard against Astarion's cheek, his lips.] I feel better than ever.
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He smiles at the tickle of his beard, and kisses his jaw.]
Me, too. [He chuckles.] Well, I do feel a little worse for wear, honestly, but only physically speaking.
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You look...happy. [That means it wad good. It was really good. It means Taryon did a good job, and Astarion isn't afraid like he was in the hotel after he kissed Taryon or in the underworld or after they fought. It's the happy end at the end of a story of challenges and trials.]
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I'm just very hungry.
[He chuckles, turning so he can see him too. His expression must be exceptionally soft for Taryon to say that. Part of him winces at the thought, but more and more of him is growing used to it. The more time that passes in this world, the expanse that grows between him and his obsession for vengeance back home, the easier it is to think he deserves this. That vengeance can, in fact, wait.]
I am happy. You make me very happy.
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Sorry I couldn't help with that.
[One finger isn't enough. It's probably too soon to offer a neck, if they haven't even been inside each other.
His lidded eyes are cast downward as he thinks. Astarion is still injured, and it may be a while until LILITH has enough spare blood to bring Astarion back to full health. It will take time before they can truly resume their relationship.]
I...hope it won't be long until we can go in a date again.
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It's fine. With the flu gone, I should be fine to go hunt animals once more. [Snorts.] 'Tis what I get for trying to be conscientious of spreading illness.
[He smiles quietly into Taryon's hold.]
I don't mind just staying in and listening to you read.
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You're so considerate and selfless to go in a diet in such trying times.
[He knows it annoys his boyfriend (boyfriend! No longer just annoying his thieving friend) to insist that he's such a nice person, but what's better than telling someone you love how amazing they are? Astarion is so cute when he denies it.]
Good plan. Can't go wrong with the classics. And— I guess drinking from my finger once in a while wouldn't hurt. [A soft snort.] If you don't make those noises all the time. As much as I love...this, we really shouldn't have so much intercourse right now.
[Though he can't complain about the moment. Taryon slides his palm over Astarion's smooth chest, slick with sweat and oozing the command to lie here for hours and forget about the morning.]
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Sometimes you just have to pick your battles smartly.
[He may be more kind than he like to let on, but part of it was just sheer avoidance of being harangued by his fellow Outsiders. If the sickness had continued on much longer, he would have had to eventually break the rules, others be damned. But, his boyfriend thinking he had been fully selfless isn't too bad.
He hums happily as he was touched again, groggy smile on his face.]
We can't we? There's no rules saying we cannot.
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[They can continue experimenting. There's no shame in engaging in sex with another man. No one can tell Taryon what to do.
But — he has to be practical.]
I can take it slow. It feels special. You... [He's too precious to rush with.] I like it when we lie like this.
[His very first time was like this. Trousers at their knees, shirts gone or opened, just hands and bodies and the knowledge that someone wanted him that intensely. If Astarion is happy with this, it means their future is promising.]
...Um. Do...you want to run to thr showers now? Before you fall asleep, I don't mind staying here. [A small laugh.] I don't know if I want to get up.
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Yes. I like it, too. Let's just do whatever feels good in the moment, hm?
[He sighs dramatically at the thought of having to get up himself.]
Must I/
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I'm going to feel gross when I wake up, and I'd rather no have people see me in the morning. They're going to know what happened. [He buries his face into the pillow. The horrors, being perceived!]
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...And I can smell you. [He rolls to his side before pushing himself up to kneel beside Astarion. Up here, the white spend streaked over Astarion's torso are extremely visible. Taryon finds himself staring at the marks.]
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Taryon. Darling. My sweet boy. Don't say that to the man you just fucked.
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And I think I also smell different, please.
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[His sense of smell is much more keen, after all, but his distaste for certain smells has changed with his vampirism. Meaning, the sex body odor isn't that terrible to him.
But all the same, he says perfunctorily as he stands:]
And so we will go shower together.
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[He tosses his legs over the side of the bed to ensure that he stands in one dramatic motion with both feet on the ground and his body rising, sping unfurling until his head shoots up high. It looked more dramatic in the TV show he was following.]
Let me... [He shuffles towards the drawers and pulls out two towels, one which he hands to Astarion.]
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