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The orgy hadn't exactly gone as planned. Astarion thought he was ready, he was actually excited by the prospect of reclaiming that part of himself, of relearning what kind of sex he enjoyed. Maybe it was just too much too fast. Maybe he was broken now. All he knew was one moment he was taking off his clothes while Halsin and the drow twins sang his praises, and the next Roman was pulling him from the faux underdark of Sharess' Caress with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. Sweat clung to pale skin and his jaw held a familiar ache, although he didn't remember from who. He cringed away from the brilliance of the sun, but as its rays touched his skin he felt his tensed muscles releasing. He realized then that Roman had been talking to him, or trying to at least, his brows furrowed in obvious concern.
"Sorry-" he started, his voice cracking. His eyes burned with the threat of tears and he cleared his throat, quickly looking away from the other man's gaze.
Roman breathed a sigh of relief, and brushed silver hair from his face, forcing him to look at him once more. "You don't need to apologize, love," he breathed, before pulling him into a crushing hug. " I'm sorry, I just- I saw the look in your eyes and I panicked, I-"
Despite his lean figure his lover's strength far outmatched Astarion's own, and in any other moment he may have teased him for it, how difficult he was making it to breathe. Now though he was almost desperate for it, for the security it gave him, and he locked his own arms around his waist, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
“I thought I could…”
“I know.”
“I really wanted to…”
“I know, love.”
Though they were still dealing with the threat of the Absolute, he and Roman still managed to sneak away for a romp after everyone else at the camp had gone to sleep most nights. He was comfortable with him, knew that Roman valued him for more than his body, and it felt like it had been an eternity since he dissociated while having sex with him. Astarion was able to indulge in all the pleasures of being alive, or so he thought.
He let the tiefling hold him until his frayed nerves settled, and he exhaled against pink skin.
“I hope Halsin’s getting our gold’s worth,” he muttered.
Roman gave an unattractive snort of a laugh, and loosened his grip just enough to lean back and look at him. “There is no doubt in my mind that he is making the most of every second in there, with or without us.”
“I’m sorry-”
“If you apologize again I may actually throw you off this balcony.”
“But this was something you wanted to do, and now you’re out here with me instead-”
“You’d think that you would know by now that I will always choose you, regardless of what my other option is.”
Astarion gave an almost shy smile, and pulled the other man in for a kiss.
"Besides, five people is an orgy, without you it would have just been a gathering. Legally speaking you know."
He rolled his eyes, and let his hands fall to his hips, fingertips meeting nothing but skin. With a frown he pulled away just enough to look down between them, his dick twitching under the towel at the sight of his fully nude form.
“You know darling, as much as I appreciate your selflessness and dedication to not being part of just a gathering, how do you suggest we get back to the inn? Because I'm not sure we'll be getting our clothes back anytime soon."
"Ye of little faith," Roman scoffed, pulling out of his embrace to instead take his hand and lead him back up the stairs to the rest of the veranda.
The tiefling passed the “Devil’s Den” in favor of "Elminster’s Library," and pressed his ear to the doors, listening a moment before trying the handles. He stopped and stared for just a moment before looking at Astarion. As he opened his mouth to speak he cut him off.
"Before you ask, I want you to look at me and consider where I would have a lockpick on my person."
Roman looked him up and down, his stare turning lecherous as he did, and he gave a little smirk. "Aw, you know me so well. Fear not, I always have a backup plan."
His "backup plan," it would seem, was just brute force strength, which admittedly, Astarion should have seen coming. He watched as the barbarian reared back, lifting his leg to kick the door open. It gave easily under the force and Roman immediately helped himself to the wardrobe. Past all the bondage gear and lingerie was some finer attire, covered in brocade and embroidery and lace and surely used for the more over-the-top roleplay. It was gaudy, but it would get them home without catching a public indecency charge.
Back at Elfsong Tavern they changed into their typical night clothes and prayed that Halsin would eventually return with their armor. When he did he was rewarded with a kiss from Roman and an appreciative smile from Astarion. Although he knew Halsin would never judge him for his earlier blunder, he was still a little apprehensive to actually address it with him. Another problem for another time. The tall elf excused himself to bed, complaining of a sore body and a need to replenish fluids, and left the two of them in front of the fireplace.
The large upstairs that Roman had extorted the owner into giving to them for free was leaps and bounds ahead of their nights under the stars, with the multitude of plush beds, the privacy screens and curtains, and the lovely sitting area made of various cushions and pillows in its prime location in front of the fire. It was where the party spent most evenings, everyone sitting together while Gale cooked a feast for dinner. And as evening turned to night they would each make their way into their beds, often leaving Astarion and Roman alone together. The only true complaint the vampire had about the room, was that by all definitions, it was in fact just one large room. Without walls it was difficult to get away with their more private activities, but well… unfortunately for the rest of the camp, that never stopped them.
It wasn’t his fault though, not really. How could he resist when Roman was lying there, open and inviting as he leaned back on his elbows, his legs spread all akimbo while he carried on the conversation. As if he didn’t know what he was doing when he turned his face from the fireplace to look at Astarion, the light from it dancing across his features and beckoning him in like a moth to a flame. What was he to do other than lean in and press his lips to his? He kissed him softly, languidly, and reached out to stroke up his chest to the side of his neck, pulling him in closer. Roman hummed into the kiss, smiling into it before playfully nipping at his bottom lip.
“You know,” he murmured, nudging his nose against his, “if you want to find your own desires now… we could always try some things out together.”
Astarion quirked a brow at him, smirking as he nudged him back. “Is that so? What if it’s something absolutely depraved?”
“Depravity is basically what I’ve come to expect from you.”
The vampire took that opportunity to climb over Roman, placing a hand on his chest to push him flat onto his back before settling between his thighs. “Well then, how could I possibly say no to an invitation like that?” He trailed kisses down his neck, teasing him with the graze of his teeth without actually biting down. “What did you have in mind?”
Roman sighed, dropping his head back against the pillows and grinding his hips up against his. “I dunno,” he breathed, lightly running his claws down his back before pulling his shirt up. “Could always try out some roleplaying?”
Astarion sat up just long enough to fully pull his shirt over his head before pulling his lover’s off as well. “Oh? As what? I’m a sultry university professor and you’re my naughty student that will do anything for a better grade?” He ran his hands down his chest, feeling every ridge along his pecs and ribs before grabbing his hips, hiking them up to better grind against him.
“Something like that,” he smirked, reaching up to put a hand on the back of his neck and pull him down for another kiss. “Maybe you could tie me up? Put a collar on me? Really mark your territory.”
“Seems like you’ve thought about this before.”
“A gentleman never tells.”
Roman kissed him again, running his fingers through soft curls, and wrapped his legs around his waist. He crossed his ankles at the small of his back, pulling him in as close as he could to feel Astarion’s growing erection against him.
“You know, you’ve actually just made it more difficult to get your pants off.”
“Didn’t know you were in such a rush to get me undressed. I thought we were having a conversation.”
The tiefling’s body betrayed him, his hips still rutting against him, and he could physically feel the heat building between his legs even through his pants. Still, Astarion smirked, squeezing his hips hard enough to bruise as he tended to his neck, biting and sucking at the skin there. If Roman wanted him to mark his territory he was more than happy to oblige. His lover gasped beneath him, and pressed his fingers into his back, his claws dangerously close to breaking skin.
“Well go on then,” he whispered, his breath hot against his ear, eliciting a shiver from the other man. He slid his hand between them, slipping it under his pants and briefs with practiced ease. “Tell me what else you want me to do to you.”
Astarion rubbed his fingers over his cunt, already slick and hot with arousal before circling his clit. The other man gasped, his back arching to press his body flush against his.
“Come on, darling, I thought we were having a conversation.”
Roman whined as he curled his fingers inside him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “It- it can’t always be me. Think maybe-” he tried to stifle his groan, but couldn’t seem to help it as Astarion quickened his pace. “Maybe I should tie you up... gag you. Punish you.”
“Punish me how?”
Just the thought of a punishment threatened to lead him down a dark road, through the memories of real punishments he had received for so many years. But Roman was a grounding presence. Especially when his body was begging for him to come inside.
“Haven’t decided yet,” he breathed, dropping his head back against the pillows. “I could ride you to the edge then stop. Wait for you to come back down then bring you right back to the brink.”
“Absolute cruelty.” Astarion withdrew his hand, and sat up on his knees before pulling Roman’s pants and briefs down in one swift movement. He lightly trailed his fingers over his hips, his thighs, taking a moment to appreciate his naked body in the firelight. Momentarily mesmerized, he lost himself in his lover’s skin, in the freckles that covered his body like numerous constellations.
“Don’t you want to hear my other idea?” Roman tilted his chin up with his thumb, smirking when he met his gaze. The vampire licked his lips and nodded, bravado gone in favor of awe of just how beautiful his lover truly was. “Take off your pants.”
Astarion didn’t need to be told twice. He shoved his pants and briefs off, tossing them aside without care for where they would land. He took his cock in his hand, rubbing the head between pink folds before pressing inside. He moved agonizingly slowly, appreciating each and every tremble and gasp from his lover until his hips were flush with his. Astarion stroked along his thigh, encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist once more, and leaned down to kiss him.
They kissed slowly, almost sweetly, while Astarion lightly stroked his thumb against his cheekbone and Roman ran his hands up and down his spine. After a moment he started moving, slowly at first, pulling almost entirely out before thrusting back in to the hilt.
“What was your other idea?” He asked, hips flush against his once more.
Roman groaned as he rolled his hips, tightening his legs around his waist to pull him in even closer. “Maybe I’ll- I’ll take your cock,” he gasped, his pussy stretching to accommodate each thrust. “Until you cum-”
“My dear, that’s already what you do,” he smirked, thrusting in a touch harder, a touch faster.
“But I’ll just keep going- make you cum over and over again. Until you beg me to stop, because- because you have nothing left to give.”
Astarion groaned at the idea, and squeezed his eyes shut a moment to steady himself. He wasn’t even close to done with him yet. He gripped his hips in both hands, and pulled him down to meet each thrust. “I think I might enjoy that.”
“Oh gods,” Roman moaned, holding his face in his hands to pull him into another kiss, this one far sloppier, all teeth and tongue as their bodies moved in time with one another. “Astarion, please-” he whined against his mouth, his breathing hot and heavy as it mingled with his.
“Anything, anything love-”
“I need you- please, inside…”
In any other situation he would have antagonized him, pointed out that he was in fact already inside, but he knew what he meant, knew what he wanted. His thrusts were faster, harder, more erratic as he neared his climax. The vampire let go of his hip in favor of rubbing his clit, pushing his lover over the edge as he trembled around him, the tiefling’s cunt squeezing his cock deliciously tight. Astarion pressed in as close as their bodies would allow and came deep inside, filling him with his hot seed.
Roman panted against his neck, trying to catch his breath, and his thighs continued to tremble around his waist but still held strong enough to keep him from pulling out. Astarion let his body fall against his, chest pressed to his and his face buried in the crook of his neck where he continued to press soft kisses against his skin.
They would have continued to lay together like that for a lifetime if Astarion had his way. Alas, he imagined the rest of the camp would not appreciate the view when they woke up in the morning.
Except for Halsin. Halsin would most definitely appreciate it.
So he begrudgingly pulled out, allowing himself a moment to watch as his seed spilled out from the other man’s still trembling pussy before pushing himself to his feet in search of a rag. One would think with as many times as the two of them ended up making love in front of the fireplace they would be more prepared for the aftermath. He found where his clothing ended up and pulled his pants back up over his hips. Once he had cleaned himself up he returned to Roman, appreciating the view once more before he helped him get cleaned up.
After they were both presentable they took to one of the unoccupied beds and curled up with one another, Roman with his back to the wall and Astarion tucked in front of him, a strong arm wrapped securely around his waist. He idly toyed with his fingers, counting the freckles across the back of his hand while he thought.
“Copper for your thoughts?” Roman murmured, his breath tickling the back of his neck.
“Let’s do it.”
“Hm?”
“Find my desires. Together.”
He could feel him smile against his skin before he pressed a kiss to his nape.
“Anything for you, love.”