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The dream is blurry, indistinct. Hands and bodies intertwine. Skin on skin. Gentle coolness against my warmth. Pale hair and red, taunting eyes that close as I drift forward to kiss that perfect mouth. The same mouth that then forges a path down my chest, lower and lower–
The image loses structure and starts to fade no matter how I grasp for it. Hells, I want to fall back into the dream, I want to see where that mouth would have ended up. Instead, I grumble as the golden sunlight urges me to wakefulness.
‘Good morning to you too.’
A familiar voice, laced with amusement, makes me force one eye open, squinting in the light. I huff and grab the covers, hauling them up over both of us. Just as quickly, they are whisked away and I open my eyes with a groan. He is on his side, propped up and watching me, a grin curving the corner of his mouth.
‘You don't think I spent all these years in the dark, not to watch you in the morning light, do you?’
He looks even better than in my dream and I drink in the sight like I'm dying of thirst. His hair is sleep and finger-tousled – partially my fault, I can't seem to leave it alone. I do love the feel of the soft waves as I stroke through them but more than that, I adore the noises he makes when I do. Later I promise myself.
Sighing in contentment, I stretch my arms above my head, feeling the aches from last night as a pleasurable burn and watch his gaze fall down my body, burdening hunger in his expression, especially when he reaches my cock.
He meets my eyes again, smiling at my raised eyebrow.
‘It was a good dream.’
‘I wake up next to you every morning, I'm not sure my dream had as much to do with it as you think.’
‘Flatterer,’ he purrs before pushing me flat on my back. I moan softly as his hands curve up my sides as his mouth follows the same trail as the dream. The light touch almost tickles, and I squirm slightly until he starts to use his tongue. Short, teasing licks all across my stomach and down until I can feel a warm, tight wetness wrapped around me and –gods–
Astarion gives a soft hum of pleasure as he slides his mouth all the way down my length and I moan and try not to arch into him. The memory of the dream fades, replaced entirely with the sensation of his tongue sweeping around my swollen head while he sucks. I reach to tangle my hand in his hair, breath catching as the sensations grow. Normally he likes to tease me, take me to the edge to leave me teetering so that even the lightest touch brings me, but this morning it seems he has a different plan in mind. Deep and slow with his hand wrapped around my base, he moves in perfect cadence. If he doesn't stop I am going to come and come soon. I force my eyes open, squinting in the sunlight as I gaze down at him, kneeling between my legs, the golden glow of dawn haloing his pale hair. Even in my dream I couldn't conjure the beauty of this. He decides, at that moment, to trail his fingers over the edge of my hip, down onto my thigh and then to dig his nails into the muscle. I tense against the slight pain just as he swallows me down his throat and, without warning, I'm coming, hard and fast. My back arches and he moves with me, stroking my orgasm out into his mouth, slower now, easing me through the pulses and shudders until I lie replete, almost floating in a cloud of desire and spent pleasure.
A soft huffed laugh sounds followed by the sensation of gentle kisses working back up my chest. I reach for him, gathering him in my arms as he nuzzles into my neck.
‘What could I possibly have done to deserve that?’ I murmur, sleep and desire still roughening my voice.
‘Do I need a reason?,’ He replies, burying deeper into the embrace with a contented sigh. ‘You seemed to be enjoying your dream a little too much.’
‘Are you jealous?’ I tease, stroking along his shoulders. ‘Though maybe you should be; they were completely exquisite, with the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen and that mouth –’ I sigh in dramatic longing and then yelp as his fingers dig into my ribs. He kisses me then, his touch turning to a caress, stroking in long, slow motions down my back. Pushing my hips into his I groan as I feel his arousal press into me. My tongue brushes against his lips and then it meets his and it's soft and wet and deliciously tempting. I roll him gently onto his back, not allowing our lips to part as I reach down to stroke along the underside of his cock. He moans into my mouth and pushes into the touch, thrusting against my hand. I close my fingers around him and let him move through that tight circle with the drive of his hips. He hisses through his teeth and throws his head back into the pillows, exposing the long, beautiful line of his throat. I can't resist setting my teeth against his neck and a breathy laugh fills my ears.
‘Now who’s jealous?’ he says as he relaxes back into the bed with a sigh, a half smile on his lips.
‘Tell me more about them,’ he purrs, putting his arm above his head which stretches the lean muscles of his chest, capturing my attention and I let my mouth drift lower.
‘About who?’ I ask, completely distracted by his nipple hardening under my tongue as I lick over it.
He arches in pleasure and I allow my hand to brush up his length, seeking the beading moisture at the tip. He's slick and I can feel myself start to get hard again at the thought of taking him in my mouth.
‘Mm, hells–’ he moans as my coated fingers ease up and down him. ‘Tell me more about who was in your dream. I want to know who made you hard enough to fuck this morning.’
His voice alone is enough to make me want to do unforgivable things to him but when he says things like that my cock throbs painfully and I groan against his skin.
‘I don't know how you expect me to talk at all when you’re lying here like this,’ I nip across his chest and he shivers in anticipation. ‘All naked, wanton, and delicious’
‘I'm sure you'll manage,’ he says easily, thrusting slowly into my hand again. ‘And don't dare stop whatever you do.’ His eyes close in pleasure and he bites his lip, I see the curve of his fang and a soft keening sound escapes me as fresh desire courses through my body. I move to cover him, pushing our cocks together, sliding my hand around us both. We groan in unison and he throws his head back again, trying to thrust harder but held by my hips. I am forced to slow because I want to drag this out, want to watch him writhe under me, forever if that was an option.
‘What else would you like to know?’ My voice is low, and he shivers in response, his eyes finding mine. I keep my hand moving slowly between us, we're both slick now and my fingers glide in a rhythm. ‘Shall I tell you how good it felt when they touched me? How good their mouth felt when it slid down my cock?’
He groans and his mouth parts slightly which distracts me further.
‘Should I tell you how world-endingly beautiful they were?’ I allow my voice to fill with my desperate longing, a feeling I haven't been able to shake since I met him. ‘I could watch them forever and never be satisfied.’
‘They sound so delicious I'm surprised I could drag you away.’
I prop myself on my elbow and trace my fingers across the curve of his eyebrow, across the high point of his cheekbone, and skim over his nose. I can feel my smile growing as I look at him.
‘They are perfect.’ A memory comes flooding back; him, elegantly sprawled by the fire, looking up at me, throwing out a line about watching the stars. I lean forward and kiss him gently before whispering against his lips, ‘I could take or leave their chin though.’
‘How dare yo–’
I kiss him again and I can feel his smile but he opens eagerly. It's a delicious mixture of sensations, our cocks pressed together, trapped between us, his tongue exploring my mouth and his arms around me, pulling me closer with a shared desperation. He rolls his hips in a slow, sensual rhythm and now I need to make him come. Need it more than I want it for myself. Gods, I want him to fall apart at my touch like he did for me.
Easing down his body I ignore his soft groan of complaint when I drag myself away. The noise deepens into something else much more primal when I take him in my mouth. I go as deep as I can and his hips arch up until I'm almost choking on him. Pulling back right to his peak, I suck and lick around the tip, tasting the sweetness of his arousal, his soft sounds of pleasure making my own cock pulse. He reaches down and tangles his fingers into my hair before guiding me back deeper. He thrusts his hips and I change the angle so he can slide down my throat, faster and faster, the noises he's making getting louder and more desperate. I could put my hand between my legs and I'd come within a few strokes but him using me like this is just what I want. His rhythm falters and he arches more, his fingers softening in my hair, letting me move up and down the hard curve of him, sucking until my cheeks hollow and then sweeping my tongue over the tip in slow circles as he curses and begs. I find myself straddling his thigh, pressing my aching cock against him, I'd moan if I could but I can barely breath as I take him as deep as I can go.
‘Yes, I–fuck– I'm coming, please,’ he whimpers and then, with a shuddering breath he climaxes.
Holyfuckinggods.
I'm so close but I ignore it. I have to. Instead I ease him through his pleasure, stroking and sucking gently as his body shudders in relief. When he's finished and lying almost senseless in the covers I slowly lick him clean and then lay my head in the hollow of his hip, his hands stroking softly in my hair. I could almost fall asleep again and I nearly do until he stirs and reaches for me and we tangle in each others arms, curled up in the rumpled sheets. I shift a little, my arousal still throbbing between my legs but I ignore it, wanting nothing more than to just be here in his embrace. The sun streams in the window, falling in thick bands of warm, golden light across our recumbent forms. He rests his head against my chest, listening to my steadying heartbeat whilst I trace patterns on his bare skin.
‘So,’ he says as he shifts to press closer to me, ‘Maybe I misheard but I believe you called me, what was it?’ – he pauses, as if thinking, and I roll my eyes at his theatrics. ‘Ah yes – perfect, wasn’t it? I was awfully distracted at the time so perhaps I misheard.’
I grin, happy he can't see my face from where he is.
‘Oh, just a slip of the tongue.’
‘Is that what we're calling what we just did?’
I huff a laugh, ‘I think there are a few names but that's not usually one of them.’
‘Hmm, then maybe we should see what else we can rename this morning,’ he murmurs, reaching down between us and I groan as he touches me again. I had started to soften as I relaxed in his arms but that isn’t going to last.
‘Mnh, Astarion, you don’t need to–’
His kiss silences me and I melt into him.
‘Need?’ His voice is lilting and it flows over me like honeyed wine. ‘No. I don’t need to– just like I don’t need to hear you call me perfect again. But here we are,’
I chuckle and lift his chin so I can meet his red, taunting eyes.
‘Perfect is an understatement when it comes to you.’
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