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"Would you like to feed from me tonight, my love?" Tav offers sultrily from his position on their shared mattress as Astarion is about to prepare for bed. He's propositioning Astarion in more ways than one, as he often is nowadays when he presents Astarion with the opportunity to bite him. Over their time together, through lots of trial and error and difficult conversations, Astarion's come to quite like sex, and Tav is more than eager to indulge him as often as he likes—which Tav is hoping will include tonight.
Astarion dramatically quirks his head to the side as he considers the offer, play acting to give himself time to think, and smirks when he makes up his mind. "If you would be so kind."
Tav smiles in return and brushes his hair behind his shoulder, away from his neck. "Then by all means."
Astarion is almost immediately on top of him, pressing himself close to Tav as he brings his face towards the pulse point where his neck meets his shoulder, closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of his blood pumping beneath his skin and is almost overwhelmed with need, for sex and blood and everything in between.
"I'm ready whenever you are, love," Tav murmurs. Astarion can feel his pulse quicken with anticipation, can practically taste it on his tongue, and can barely resist it.
When Astarion presses his lips to Tav's neck, he's achingly gentle; it starts as an open-mouthed kiss against his skin, a gesture of affection before the violent act. Tav lets out a soft moan as he feels Astarion's fangs slowly pierce his flesh, puncturing it to get at the hot, rich blood underneath. All too soon, the sharp edge of Astarion's teeth fades to a throbbing ache as he withdraws his fangs and sucks on Tav's damaged skin instead, creating a deep bruise as Astarion savors the taste of him. When he pokes the tip of his tongue into one of the puncture wounds, Tav can't control the moan that escapes him.
"More. You can use me more. Please," he says, voice strained.
Astarion detaches himself from Tav's neck and gazes into his eyes before leaning in for a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. Tav's mouth is flooded with the overwhelming taste of his own blood, and he savors it almost as much as the kiss itself.
Astarion smiles possessively and then moves his mouth back to Tav's neck, bloody lips pressed higher up this time, to the pulsing artery directly below his ear. "Then use you I shall," he murmurs against Tav's skin, sending shivers up his spine. He lightly presses his knee into Tav's clothed erection as he speaks, and Tav's mouth falls open as his eyes close in pleasure.
"Please," he breathes, and Astarion sinks his teeth into his neck at the same time as he pushes his knee down harder, and Tav throws his head back with a choked moan. The sudden movement causes Astarion's fangs to slice at his skin, widening the wounds into gashes with a delicious flash of pain.
"Careful, love," Astarion purrs, tweaking Tav's nipple and making him gasp. "Can't have you bleeding out on me." Tav makes a desperate sound in response, and Astarion latches back onto his neck, open mouth pressed hungrily to his skin, fangs drawing tiny pinpricks of fresh blood that join the tide gushing from the last bite.
Tav makes a contented noise and relaxes further into the pillows. He feels Astarion's lips form a smile against his skin.
"I love when you do that," Tav sighs as Astarion hungrily sucks on his neck just below his ear, running his tongue up the lengthened puncture wounds.
Astarion allows himself to indulge for one long moment before he removes his mouth from Tav's flesh, allowing the blood to pool from the wounds while he speaks, breath hot against Tav's neck. "I do too."
He lavishes Tav's neck with his tongue, starting at the newest bite, then trailing down to the first, and following the rivulets of blood from his shoulder to his chest, where he diverts his course slightly to suck on Tav's nipple, pinching the other between his fingers as he does. His fangs press into Tav's skin, not hard enough to draw blood, but more than enough for him to feel them. It's a painful reminder of the agonizing throbbing in his neck, and Tav thinks it might be the best thing he's ever felt.
Astarion moves lower down his body, pressing bloody kisses down his abdomen, each with the threat of teeth but none breaking skin. Finally, finally he pushes down Tav's waistband and mouths at the base of his leaking cock as he reaches a hand up to Tav's neck, running his thumb protectively over the most recent bite marks and the bruises blossoming around them. Astarion then moves his hand down to wrap his fingers, hot and wet with blood, around Tav's dick, and Tav can't help but thrust into his grasp.
When Tav looks down and sees the trail of bloody kisses covering his stomach and his own blood smeared over his cock by Astarion's deft hand, he almost comes right then and there.
"You first," he gasps desperately, voice more strained than he meant for it to be, and he doesn't know if it's from arousal or blood loss. "If you want to. I need you, Astarion."
"Gods, you always know just what to say," Astarion muses, looking up and meeting Tav's desperate gaze. He looks beautiful, eyes glassy with lust and face pale from blood loss except for the darkening smear of blood around his mouth, and Astarion is overwhelmed with affection and need . He can't resist the urge to kiss him again, fangs nicking Tav's lips.
He repositions himself slightly as he does, grinds his clothed erection against Tav's ass and elicits a desperate moan from him. "This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it darling?" Astarion purrs.
"Yes," Tav gasps, "gods, yes." Astarion can't suppress a smirk at his lover's desperation. But when he reaches to the bedside table with the intent of retrieving some lubricant, he's surprised to feel Tav reach up and grip his wrist.
"I have a better idea," Tav rasps, and digs his nails on his other hand into the wounds on his neck, deepening and reopening them with a grin.
Astarion stares down at him in amazement. "You are positively depraved," he marvels. His voice is almost reverent.
"But," he murmurs against Tav's neck as he moves his mouth there, breath blood-hot against his skin, "I suppose so am I."
Tav braces himself for another bite, but it never comes, Astarion instead occupying himself with tonguing and drinking from the bites and gashes on his neck, mouth hot and wet with fresh blood. Tav groans in disappointment when he withdraws, then suppresses a desperate shudder of anticipation as Astarion moves his head down between his legs and yanks Tav's pants the rest of the way down. He then sinks his teeth into the soft skin of Tav's inner thigh, not gentle like before, but hurried and hungry , fangs sinking in up to their widest points and tearing him open. The pain and blood loss has Tav absolutely dizzy, mouth falling open and a choked sound dying in his throat.
Astarion is loathe to tear himself away from Tav's damaged skin, wants to stay there and drink and drink until Tav has no more blood left to give, but forces himself to stop, lips leaving Tav's bloody thigh with an intentional wet, obscene pop. The wound is already bleeding plenty but Astarion can't help himself from digging his claws into it, feeling the blood drench his fingers. He considers offering them to Tav to suck, longs to feel his mouth around him, but if he did that he might have to bleed Tav dry to get enough blood for both that and the main event, and he doesn't think he can wait much longer, so he instead satisfies himself by pressing two blood-slick fingers to Tav's rim.
Tav throws his head back at the pressure, can't resist pushing down on the digits. He gasps at the delicious, burning ache of Astarion's bloody fingers entering him.
Astarion grips Tav's hip with his free hand, pushes him down into the bedsheets. "Watch yourself, darling. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." To accentuate his point, he crooks his fingers slightly, sharp nails pressing dangerously into Tav's walls.
"Gods, please," Tav gasps. "Tear me open from the inside." Astarion chooses to ignore that particular request—for tonight, at least—and instead gently rubs the tips of his fingers against Tav's sweet spot, and Tav shudders and makes a noise like a wounded animal, cock leaking and abdominal muscles twitching. Astarion moves his head back to the bite on Tav's thigh and gathers blood in his mouth, then parts his lips and lets it overflow and drip lazily onto his hand to make up for any existing blood there starting to dry. He gently pushes in a third finger, the slide eased by fresh blood, and gives Tav a moment to adjust to the stretch, breathing uneven as he presses his head flat against the pillow, leaking precome cutting tracks through the drying blood smeared on his cock.
Astarion longs to take his time prepping him, wants to fingerfuck Tav until he begs, but he knows from experience how fast blood can dry; so instead he has to do this quicker than he'd perhaps like to. As soon as he's satisfied that Tav is ready he withdraws his fingers, savoring the obscene sight of Tav twitching around the bloody digits as he slowly pulls them out, one knuckle at a time. Keeping his grip on Tav's hip firm, Astarion uses his free hand to unbutton his slacks—bloodstains be damned—and finally free his own aching cock. Tav almost seems more relieved by it than Astarion is, desperate to feel Astarion inside him again.
Astarion digs his claws into the bite on Tav's thigh one last time, not out of any particular desire to be rough, but because he's going to need the fresh blood to ease the friction enough for this act of utter depravity to be enjoyable for either of them. When his hand is thoroughly coated, he withdraws his nails and presses a gentle, comforting kiss to the wound, hoping to soothe the angry skin around it, and Tav makes a pleased noise at the gesture.
Finally, finally Astarion wraps his hand around his own erection to slick it, and the sight of it streaked with his lover's blood makes him dizzy with desire. He looks down at Tav, bloodless and absolutely debauched beneath him yet still eager for more, and Astarion thinks to himself that he's never seen a more beautiful sight.
Astarion digs his claws into Tav's hip, blood pooling beneath his nails, and finally lines himself up.
"Please," Tav breathes weakly as he closes his eyes in bliss. Astarion kisses him gently on his bloody mouth and sinks into him. When he finally bottoms out, Astarion takes a moment to pause and take it all in, relishes the feeling of Tav's insides, hotter and wetter around him than ever before from all the blood Astarion worked into him with his fingers. The sensation combined with the sickly sweet smell of copper and iron coming at him from so many directions and the debauched beauty beneath him is almost overwhelming.
Tav also takes a moment to appreciate the feeling, leans back and savors the sweet ache between his legs contrasted with the sharp sting of the wound on his thigh and the dull throbbing in his neck. He could just lie here like this forever, savoring every point of contact between the two of them, but his thoughts are starting to grow cloudy from blood loss, and he wants to be fully conscious for every minute of this. He can just barely summon the strength to lift his head off the pillow and kiss Astarion one more time and wrap his arms around his shoulders, easily finding the familiar part of Astarion's back where he can rest his arms without touching his scars. He shares a long, affectionate look with Astarion, and then grinds his hips down on him and smiles when he hears Astarion's breath hitch at the sensation.
"As much as I'd love to spend all night like this, I don't think there's enough blood in me for me to last that long, love," Tav teases. "So I suggest you fuck me while I can still feel it." He wraps his legs around Astarion's hips to drive home his point as he grins with just a hint of delirium.
Astarion smirks down at him. "You are absolutely insatiable."
Tav's witty retort dies in his throat as Astarion grips his other hip, leaving behind bloody fingerprints, pulls out halfway, and forcefully pushes back in all the way, digging his claws further into Tav's hips as he spears him on his cock.
"What was that, love? You'll have to speak up," Astarion says tauntingly. Tav digs his heels into him with all of his remaining strength in response, and Astarion chuckles.
Tav almost goes limp underneath him when Astarion finally starts to fuck him for real, only kept in place by Astarion's firm grip on his hips as he slams directly into his sweet spot again and again. Tav's past the point of words when he orgasms only a few minutes later, shuddering and clenching around Astarion as he comes all over his own stomach, semen and blood splattered across his abs, mouth open in a silent cry. Astarion fucks him right through it the way he knows Tav likes, and he swears he almost sees Tav's eyes roll back beneath his closed lids.
"Almost there darling, almost there," Astarion murmurs comfortingly, wrapping his right hand gently around Tav's twitching bloodstained cock, eliciting a desperate whimper from him, overstimulated and exhausted yet somehow still eager for more. Astarion gladly gives it to him, jerks Tav off slowly as he thrusts into him, chasing his own orgasm. When he finally reaches it, releases deep inside of Tav and feels his insides grow even hotter and wetter around him, he instinctively tightens his grip, nails digging into Tav's hip and right hand in a vice grip around his cock, and he can hardly believe it as he feels Tav shudder violently beneath him and come again, weak and watery and slowly spilling onto Astarion's bloody hand. Astarion once again milks Tav through it, making sure to loosen his grip to avoid hurting him any more than he already has tonight. Tav's exhausted muscles continue to tremble and twitch beneath him, but the desperate whimpers escaping his bloody lips had quickly changed from pained to euphoric, even as his eyes grew wetter and his head grew emptier, the overstimulation and blood loss combining in the most beautifully insidious ways.
After Tav's second, drawn-out orgasm is finished, they both just take a long few minutes to recover and savor the moment, panting and exhausted, before Astarion finally pulls out, enraptured by the sight of blood and come escaping from Tav's twitching, gaping hole. It reminds him of the fluids on his hand, and without even thinking he gently presses two sticky fingers into Tav's slack mouth to let him taste himself, surprised when he feels Tav weakly close his lips around him and suck, eyes still closed and body still mostly limp beneath him. He's too woozy to do a good job of cleaning Astarion's fingers, but Astarion couldn't care in the slightest, feels nothing but fondness as he gently moves Tav's hair out of his face with his other hand, the drying blood on his claws making a couple loose strands stick to his fingers. He kisses Tav on the forehead and withdraws his fingers from his mouth, taking a moment to run his thumb gently over his bruised bottom lip before he moves to grab a potion from their bedside drawer.
He carefully presses the bottle to Tav's lips and helps him drink, watches the color slowly return to his face and his breathing grow less shallow. When Tav opens his eyes, he looks up at him with such affection that it makes Astarion's chest ache.
"Do you want another, love?" Astarion asks, gently tracing over the edges of the blossoming bruises on Tav's neck with his thumb.
Tav shakes his head, voice hoarse. "Mm-mm. I don't want this feeling to end." The light, empty sensation in his head combined with his afterglow is close to pure bliss, even despite—or perhaps because of—the pain all over his body—the dull ache of emptiness where Astarion pulled out, the gruesome, burning bite inside his thigh, the bruises covering the right side of his neck, the abused, overly sensitive flesh of his spent cock throbbing painfully between his legs.
"Alright, in the morning, then," Astarion acquiesces. He sets the now-empty bottle on top of their bedside table and extinguishes the candle burning there. "Now get some rest, darling," he adds, following up his statement with one last gentle kiss on Tav's lips and a shared smile before he settles in for the night, curling up against Tav, throwing an arm across his chest, and laying his head down just below where he can hear Tav's heart beating, already settling into the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. Tav wraps an arm around him and Astarion closes his eyes and nuzzles his head against Tav's chest like a contented cat before letting the sound of Tav's heartbeat lull him to sleep.