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“Darling there’s a small vial inside the inner pocket of my doublet that you’ll be needing…”
Cicero laughs quietly, raising a playful eyebrow. “Oh… well this is convenient, almost like it was planned in advance…”
The vampire tuts and rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself I bring it everywhere with me should the need arise.”
Astarion’s expression softens upon watching Cicero’s smile widen at him.
“But well… perhaps there was a small possibility that I planned for this outcome. Or rather… I hoped that you too would want to do this with me.” He swallows in attempts to moisten his drying throat, hands settling against his chest where a heartbeat raced beneath cold hands. “I know this is a big thing for you too… I know how much you’ve struggled with sex in the past… Are you sure you’re ready?”
Cicero nods resolute, leaning forward to stroke . “I told you Star, Ive been feeling ready for this for a while. I want nothing more than to share my body with you in this way. I feel honoured that you choose me to do this with you.”
“Well, it’s been a long time coming for us my dear…” Astarion raises his mouth to Cicero’s own, mumbling against his lips. “Let’s make up for lost time.”
——
Astarion notes the way his hands tremble as they continue to unlace his shirt in his slow pursuit to bare him before his eyes. A fluttery sensation makes itself known in his lower stomach, took aback by the affection of his actions. He reaches forward to grasp them in his own, steadying them with a subtle brush of his thumb atop calloused, rough skin.
“Are you nervous, Darling?”
Cicero let’s out an exasperated laugh, tilting his head to the side with a sheepish smile crawling across his lips at his words. Almost inaudibly, he confesses. “Is it obvious?”
“You’re shaking like a newborn fawn.” Astarion graces him with a genuine smile, attempting to put him at ease, though he can’t resist his nature but to tease him slightly. “Of course it’s obvious.”
“I’m sorry.” Cicero chews his bottom lip, eyes darting away from his own, voice wavering as he whispers. “I just… I want to make this special for you. I want to treat you like you deserve… I want you to enjoy this.”
Astarion interrupts him with a gentle cup of the half-elves face, the scarred flesh and scratchy beard massaging back against his hand so lovingly as he caresses his cheek. Guiding his gaze so that they were meeting once again. So full of adoration.
“You’re already treating me wonderfully love. The way you’re here with me, ready to do this with me after waiting for an eternity without any semblance of discontent. You’re delicate, tender, caring… you treat me with affection… with a love that I’ve never felt before.”
Astarion exhales a shaky breath that threatens to spill out in his next words. Words that he’s desperately wanted to say since he first met him, when was gifted with the breath-taking sight of his signature grin.
“I want this. I promise you. I want you, Cicero.”
Tears begin to form in the mortals eyes. A nod follows in tow.
“Thank you Star.”
Astarion hums, guiding Cicero’s hands back to where they were previously fiddling with the fabric of his shirt. “Now hurry up dear, these clothes won’t be removing themselves…”
The act of undressing is almost as erotic as the kisses that are lavished upon him, the touch that soothes, the words that long obliterate that ache inside. Each layer of fabric is gently prised from their bodies until they are both left bare in the silent graveyard. Their shared words of reverence and praise towards the other the only sound heard between the gentle rustling of leaves and nocturnal fauna.
Cicero settles between open legs, the pad of his thumb stroking idly against the lower lip of the vampire before leaning further down, the tips of noses brushing together. Warm breaths swallowed by the other.
“I devote myself to you Melith nín.” The cleric utters down against his lips. “I love you.”
His lungs seek breath that is seldom required.
His blood rushes to skin that is long frozen.
His heart threatens to beat again in his chest.
“And I love you.” Astarion repeats again for the second time this evening and it tastes so delicious to finally admit after thinking it for so long.
“Now… my darling…”
Astarion entwines his fingers in long, unruly golden hair, legs wrap around his waist and his head falls back against the earth, mere centimetres away from his own headstone. Pulling him closer until two separate entities appear as one, moving in tangent to the other, symbiosis. To be took upon his grave, rebirth anew with the man he loved most.
A smile, earnest and true, spreads across his features.
“Make love to me.”
And they join as one.
——
“Hey Astarion, shall we redecorate your grave with-“
“If your idea involves defiling my own headstone with my semen, I suggest you refrain from finishing that sentence.”
“Oh come on it’ll be funny-“
“Absolutely not. I am not entertaining your juvenile antics.”
“Hey I mean, there’s no better way to signify your rebirth than that.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You love me.”
*sighs* “Yes…somehow I do.”