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If Astarions heart could beat, it would be pounding out of his chest right now. As he laid back into the soft sheets of the marital bed, he could only imagine what a mess he looked like. His usually well styled hair was in complete disarray. His clothes were a wrinkled heap on the floor. His mouth parted slightly, shaky breaths trickling from his lips, red eyes as bright as rubies as he eagerly watched his beloved tiefling press love soaked kisses along his bare collarbones, his nimble fingers running through the curls of Santiago’s raven hair, a silent plea for more . In all his centuries, Astarion couldn’t recall a moment where someone was truly and utterly obsessed with the smallest details of his body. But now, and in every chance he got, Santiago could not go a second without whispering soft praises about the beauty that was his darling vampire.
Santiago worshiped Astarion as he were the marble bust of a long forgotten god, and if his blood were to ever flow through his veins again, Astarion knew without a shadow of doubt his cheeks would be flushed in a deep red hue, the heavenly feeling of being doted on making his body tingle in delight. He thanked whatever higher being had listened to his prayers for a loving partner, as he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else but barricaded between Santiago’s burly arms right now. “ Mi alma …” Santiago murmured breathlessly, his kneading at the fat of Astarion’s thighs, his calloused fingertips tickling him enough for him to let out a muted whine, his lips ghosting over his chest in search of any part of skin he had yet to love. “So beautiful…So pretty…How lucky I am…” He hummed, speaking as he was drunk off Astarion’s beauty. And in a way, he was. He felt absolutely inebriated from being privileged enough to marvel at such exquisiteness.
Letting go of his thighs, Santiago moved to cup Astarion’s face in his hands, tracing his lip line with his thumb as he longingly stared into Astarions eyes, almost like a person staring at an oasis in the middle of a desert. “You flatter me too much…” Astarion laughed lightly, his own hands moving to run down the tieflings chest, feeling the way the muscles twitched and tensed under his silky yet calculated touch. “Not enough, you mean.” Santiago corrected him quietly, a cheeky grin on his face. He guided Astarion’s hands away from his torso, bringing his fingertips to his lips and pressed kisses against each finger, closing his eyes as if savoring the feeling. “You’re intoxicating, mi cielo .” Santiago purred, dropping Astarions hand before planting more wet kisses down his neck and shoulders, sweet nothings spilling from his mouth like a psalm.
The elves' cerise eyes met the equally as carnally filled wine colored pupils of his partner as he wandered lower and lower, a few breathless sighs escaping Astarion. Each touch sent a shiver down his spine, feeling himself harden at being so devotedly adored, and it was only amplified as he felt plush lips ghost over his thighs. “Darling…” Astarion gasped as he felt his devil of a lover bite down. As the marks began to bloom wherever his teeth sank into, Santiago groaned in glee, reveling in the idea that he could leave behind his appreciation on such a lovely canvas. Pulling away just enough, Santiago placed his hands between the inside of Astarion’s thighs, his attention flitting to gaze at the pale vampire’s face for a moment of silent tenderness. “May I?” Santiago asked gently, smiling. Astarion huffed, a bit overwhelmed by the way Santiago stared at him as if he were a man seeing the sun for the first time before nodding. “You may.” He returned the smile, albeit sheepishly. Santiago then parted his legs, his tongue darting to lick his lips as he savored the image; His pale inamorato, legs spread wide open, practically a flushed mess, all due to his doing. “I simply can’t get enough of you…you’re like an angel, one of a kind, absolutely breathtaking .” Santiago whispered. “I want to love every inch of you until my heart gives out.” He declared before nestling his face between Astarion’s thighs, dragging a sharp nail down the meat of it, watching how Astarion shuddered, goosebumps forming from the featherlike drag.
“I need you with your heart beating, my sweet.” Astarion laughed, hands caressing Santiago’s head, starting from his horns before tangling into his hair. Santiago chuckled in return, the joke warming his spirit like alcohol on a cold day. Taking a gentle hold of Astarion’s now throbbing cock, Santiago gave it a few pumps, running his fingertip over the tip, collecting the precum on the pad of his thumb. He watched eagerly as Astarion’s mouth fell open, a small whine spilling from out him as he furrowed his brows. “You’re absolutely perfect.” He cooed before bringing the head to his mouth, giving it a light kiss before his lips wrapped around it, swirling his tongue and humming, the taste of his essence enough to make his mouth water instantly. Astarions took fistfuls of curled hair between his fingers, hushed mewls and moans encouraging Santiago to continue. And so he did. Santiago took in a deep breath through his nose before expertly taking in the rest of Astarion’s length, his never once faltering as he saw into the depth of Astarion’s pleasure filled eyes. “Gods--” Astarion hissed, his free hand gripping the sheets beneath him so hard that his knuckles turned whiter than quartz. Santiago began bobbing his head, his eyes fluttering shut as he focused on his main goal: make Astarion feel absolutely divine . It wasn’t long before Astarion felt the pit of his stomach tighten, cries of pleasure and incoherent babbles unable to be held back. His hips bucked up, and Santiago choked slightly, but he wouldn’t complain; seeing Astarion so needy and desperate, knowing such bliss was all because of him…it only fueled him more. After a few moments, Astarion came undone, strings of cum painting the back of Santiago’s throat, who eagerly swallowed and relished the salty taste before pulling away, letting go of Astarion’s cock with a ‘pop’.
Astarion took a few shaky breaths in and out, his entire body feeling as if it was ascending. Santiago could only stare, hearts in his eyes, as he admired him. “Everything about you just drives me mad, mi amor . Please, let me try and show you just a sliver of how much I absolutely treasure you.” He breathed, pathetic desperation laced in his tone. “More than you already just did?” Astarion snickered, sweat covering his forehead as he raised a brow. Truth be told, he was already hardening again. But a gentle tease never hurt anyone. Santiago nodded, “I’d be a fool to stop now. Let me fill you, make you feel good.” He said like a vow. His body now hovered over Astarion’s, calmly beginning to push Astarion’s knees forward until they rested against his heavily marked chest; he was being folded into a mating press. The sudden vulnerability made Astarion’s eyes widen, but it already felt absolutely delicious .
“Are you not spent of praising m--”
“Never.” Santiago interrupted, leaning down to steal a sweet kiss, the sincerity of his words shown in the way his lips moved in tandem with his most cherished star. Pulling away, Santiago rested his forehead against Astarion’s. The head of Santiago cock pressed against Astarion’s entrance, sending a faint shudder through his body. “Ready, my sweetest?” Santiago asked. “Ready.” Astarion hummed, wrapping his arms around the tieflings broad shoulders, nails ready to dig into his skin. Slowly, Santiago pressed himself in, watching the way Astarion’s face contorted with the different waves of pleasure of being so full. As Astarion adjusted to his size, Santiago couldn’t help but whisper out a string of compliments, completely captivated by the way Astarion’s body took him. When they locked eyes again, Santiago took it as his queue and began to slowly thrust his hips against Astarion’s, who’s mouth fell slack as moans began tumbling from his mouth, falling like the music of a symphony upon the tieflings ears. “You take me so well…I love every bit of you…You are my everything...” Santiago groaned shamelessly. Astarion’s head spun, unable to find his voice, so instead he let his nails dig into the muscle of Santiago’s back, his unbeating heart so full it threatened to take off. Each time their hips met, Santiago’s thrusts became messier, more ravenous, the sounds of skin hitting skin echoing off the walls, only adding more spark to the fire lighting within their cores.
It was almost painful that this was the limit of how humanly close they could be, but they were soulbound, forever tied to each other in ways beyond comprehension. In a bid for more friction, Santiago's large hands moved to envelop Astarions, keeping them pinned on either side of the pillow his head rested on. The waves of pleasure that washed over them soon became a tsunami. Astarion came first, crying out Santiago’s name as if it were the only word in existence, and he followed soon after, coating Astarion’s inside with warm release. Santiago stilled, chest heaving in sync with his dear elfs, not wanting any drop to go to waste. After their breathing returned to normal, Santiago pulled out, his hands still tightly knit with Astarions, and they simply stared at each other, too drunk off each other's aura to think of anything else.
“I love you. Every inch, fiber, and molecule of you.” Santiago whispered. “I know.” Astarion replied, basking in the glow of such intense love making, his thoughts wandering to the graying memories of his past. He wasn’t entirely sure of what life used to be before becoming a vampire. But after becoming one with such a burning lover, he wondered if maybe sometime in his past lives, he truly was a god, venerated by the same soul that feverishly dedicated himself to him now.