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"Haa…ah—Astarion!" Tav cries out as he's fully breached after one rough thrust from behind.
He's on all fours, chest practically flush to the bed with a firm hand pressing down between his shoulder blades to keep him pinned. He scrambles against the sheets, shredding the paper thin fabric with his talons as Astarion takes him, barely giving him a moment to adjust before fucking him at a brutal pace.
Tav grits his teeth and gives a low moan, pressing his face into the pillows. His ass burns every time he feels the rough glide of flesh against his rim. There isn’t enough lube, and they rushed through the prepwork so he's tighter than usual. The stretch is more pain than it is pleasure.
It's a stark contrast to how they usually have sex, with Astarion whispering delicious words in his ear while he wrings out every ounce of pleasure he can squeeze from his partner.
Tav is no stranger to a bit of roughhousing, mind you, but his lover isn’t normally this vicious.
Typically he doesn't mind a bit of pain with his pleasure—he's more into the unorthodox than most people—but the way Astarion is treating him tonight makes him feel like he's done something wrong.
"You're—ah—particularly—ngh! Ah…mean tonight." He grunts out between every strenuous thrust.
Astarion doesn’t stop. The hand holding him down slides along his flank and under him, going further and further up. Icy fingers drag between his nipples, moving further still until he feels them wrap tightly around his throat. Tav gives a strangled moan.
It isn’t enough to cut off airflow entirely, but it does make breathing a bit more difficult.
Violent thrusts continue to pound him as he's being choked, hard enough for his horns to leave marks against the wooden bed frame. He feels a heavy pressure looming over him, pressing up against his back as cold breath tickles his ear.
"Maybe I feel like my little pet deserves to be punished." Astarions gives a sharp thrust forward to get his point across.
Tav shivers and moans as he hears the sinister drip of honey from his tongue, reaching out to grip onto the headboard when he's met with another sharp thrust.
So he had done something to upset him. That much was obvious, the vampire had been in a mood since they left Moonrise Tower, but what?
He couldn't recall doing anything notably stupid to merit such bittersweet torment. Well, not recently.
Whatever he'd done, it must've been especially offensive. He could feel those voracious, red eyes burning into him the moment they got back to the inn. He'd barely had time to drop off the Intel they gathered to Jaheira before Astarion was dragging him off to a sequestered room.
That in itself wasn't the problem—surviving dangerous situations tended to make his blood run hot too—but this was more than a frantic, post-victory romp in the sheets. The look on his face when he'd locked the door behind him had been feral. Angry .
Tav had no idea what he could have done to make his lover this irate.
The savage onslaught continues. The other hand on his hip grips so tightly he's sure there will be finger shaped bruises left behind in the morning. The pace is grueling. Tav is struggling to keep up.
"And what ha—ah! Have I done to deserve punishment—mmh! This time?"
Astarion slows to a halt. The fingers around his neck loosen their grip and gently stroke along his windpipe, almost teasing, before gliding down his arm. He feels two fingers brush against the smooth inside of his forearm, tracing the vein visible through the thin skin up to his wrist.
"You gave it away just like that. Without even asking my permission." He whispers low against the shell of his ear.
He—what? Gave what away? He couldn't remember flirting with anyone during their mission, let alone giving them any part of him. Not that his lover ever minded his promiscuity before.
There was that close call with comander Z'Rell, he recalls, where he'd narrowly escaped her mental probing with his lustful thoughts for the vampire, but Astarion had seemed perfectly fine with that judging from the smirk on his face at the time.
"You're going to have to be more specific." He pants, shivering when he feels the slightest prick of a fang nicking the skin at the back of his neck, drawing a drop of blood.
"That dreadful drow." He growls.
He does remembers her .
She'd been so rude to Astarion, thinking he was some sort of tool to be traded for her pleasure. Granted, he was a bit surprised that Astarion would refuse an easy meal until he'd said that just the smell of her blood made his stomach churn.
Whatever was wrong with that dark elf, Astarion hadn't wanted to touch her neck with a ten foot pole, much to the strange woman's disappointment.
He remembered how desperate she was to be bitten—begging him to convince Astarion to change his mind, even offering to give him some powerful potion if he could force the vampire to change his mind.
Despite being adamantly against the idea, Tav had a feeling he could be persuaded with a bit of coaxing, but that didn't matter. He didn't care how useful the potion she was willing to trade was, he would never force his lover do anything to degrade himself. Astarion's wellbeing was worth far more to him than any trifle or curio, and if he didn't want to be sick off her blood than he wasn't going to force him.
Besides, and perhaps selfishly, he preferred to be the only bipedal creature Astarion sank his fangs into.
But then if that wasn't the issue, then why would he bring her up now?
It's not like he had tried to seduce her. The drow might have been pretty, but there's no way he would bat his eyes at her after how uncomfortable she made his lover. He did, however, let her take a blood sample for her bizarre experiments because turning down two priceless potions seemed like a waste and all it cost him was a few drops of his blood, so—
"Wait." The reason why Astarion is so upset with him suddenly clicks. " That's why you're mad—Ah!"
The grip on his wrist tightens as Astarion buries himself deep inside, filling him with cock and grinding against his insides so hard it almost hurts.
"Of course it is. Your blood is mine . You can't just go around offering it up to anyone who asks. You spill enough of it when we're in battle. It's such a waste." There's a tinge of something else in the way he says that last part that has Tav thinking that wastefulness isn't the only thing that worries him.
"So that's what this is about? You're upset because only you're allowed to make me bleed?" He's chuckling when he feels the cock inside slide out until just the tip is kissing at his entrance. Astarion snaps his hips forward so hard his horns clunk loudly against the headboard, nearly spearing the wood. "Ah—! Fuck…."
"That's right." His lover whispers viciously, lapping at the delicate trail of blood dribbling down his neck. "You're free to fuck whoever you like, but this part of you belongs to me and only to me."
The possessive tone makes him shiver. If he had any shame, he might be embarrassed at just how hot the idea of Astarion claiming ownership over him is. It's certainly not a healthy aspect of their relationship, but he doesn't care. He's achingly hard between his legs, turned on by the idea that Astarion wants to claim him in this way. He isn't even mad about it.
Tav lets out another pitiful moan when he feels the other slowly start rocking against him, grinding his cock mercilessly against his prostate.
"Say it." Astarion's fingers drag down his chest, leaving long, red scratches trailing behind. "Promise me you'll never give away what's mine again."
"I-I promise." He gasps in between moans.
"Good boy." He doesn't need to turn around to know his lover is smirking. "But you still gave that vile woman your blood without consulting me first. I think that in itself deserves punishment."
"Wait, but I apologiz—Ah!"
Astarion doesn’t let him finish speaking before he feels the sharp sting of a hand across his ass. He leans forward at the impact, whimpering as pain blooms across his skin.
"It was very naughty of you, my sweet dove. You didn't think I'd let this go undisciplined, did you?"
"But I—mmn!" Tav whines when he feels Astarion’s hand on him, striking that same spot again.
The heat spreads across his skin like wildfire, leaving behind an almost pleasant throb. He wants to pretend that he isn't into it, but both of them know what a horny devil he is. He wants to be punished. Wants to show his lover how good he can be, that he'll behave next time.
Fingers flutter across his shoulder, making him jump. The touch is gentle, but he can sense the precious torment they promise to inflict and gods, it should not be turning him on this much.
"Do you remember our safeword, darling?" Astarion purrs, voice sickly sweet.
Those cool fingers splay across the middle of his back with just enough pressure to unscramble his thoughts and let him think clearly. He shakily nods his head, eyes tightly shut as that deceptive hand slowly traces the ridges along his spine all the way down until he feels a thumb brush against his stretched rim.
"Mm, perfect. And I imagine someone of your…lubricious appetites is familiar with the colour system? Red, yellow, green—that sort of thing."
He nods again. "Y-yes."
Astarion presses his thumb against the spot where their bodies touch, earning a strangled gasp from the tiefling under him.
"Good boy."
Tav shivers, letting out a long whine. He loves it when Astarion calls him that. He'll do just about anything to hear him say it again, no matter how depraved.
Just like that, the hand is gone. He swallows thickly, unsure where it's gone, or where it intends to go next. If he's going to be met with affection or infliction.
"Wha—ooooh….hng…What are you planning to do to me?" He asks as Astarion begins to errantly roll his hips, putting his focus towards pleasure for the moment.
He hears a sinister chuckle from behind. "Oh, darling, I'm about to give you the flogging of a lifetime."
Tav lets out a shrill cry when he feels another stinging slap against his ass, hard enough that the muscle jiggles. The force of it sends him stumbling, hands clambering for anything to grip onto.
Now that the safeword is in play, Astarion doesn’t hold anything back.
His lover alternates between spanking him and fucking him raw. The headboard rattles with every thrust, banging against the wall so hard he's surprised they haven't punched a hole through it yet.
It's a swirling mix of euphoric agony, drawing out noises he wasn't entirely sure he could make. He starts to sweat as it goes on, legs trembling from the effort it takes to hold himself up. Tav isn't sure how long he's supposed to withstand this sweet torture, but he doesn't see it slowing down anytime soon.
He's met with another harsh smack, though this one feels different somehow. He can feel the burn spread across his rump, but it's hotter, more intense. He grits his teeth and grunts, burying his face in the crook of his arm when he feels it again and realizes that Astarion has cast burning hands so he can light a literal flame under his ass.
He bites back a scream when he feels another hit, body trembling as he cries out in both pain and pleasure. Tears sting at the corners of his eyes, welling with every smack until they're freely streaming down his face.
He's resistant to fire so the actual damage isn't so bad, but fuck does it hurt. The pain spreads through his thighs, making his skin feel tight where Astarion has literally branded his handprint across his ass.
Gods, he's gonna have fun explaining this one to their dear cleric when he goes limping into her room afterwards…
The torment slows down. He can't help but flinch when he feels a soft touch against his backside. Astarion's fingers are cool against his blistered skin, offering soothing relief.
"Colour, darling?"
"G-green." He stutters, yelping when Astarion hits him again after getting his answer.
"Good boy." He hums, and the pain is all worth it just to hear those pretty words.
He probably shouldn't be as into this little game as he is, but his body betrays him with how wet he's getting from the punishment. His cock is dripping . Steadily leaking into a wet spot in the sheet. He's so close. He wants to come so badly it's almost as painful as his crucifixion.
Tav reaches a hand down, desperate to stroke himself but it's quickly slapped away.
"Ah ah, naughty pet. Who said you were allowed to come?" That devilish hand is back on his ass, cold fingers pressing against raw skin. "This is supposed to be a punishment, not a reward."
He groans, thighs quivering as he struggles to stay on his knees. He rests his face against the bed frame, horns knocking clumsily against the wood, and twists his neck to look behind him.
"You wouldn't be that cruel…" He whimpers.
There's a wicked flicker in his lover’s eye as he grins. "Wouldn't I?" Oh, he definitely would. Astarion hums, seeming to contemplate something. "I suppose you have been rather obedient thus far. Maybe if you ask nicely I'll take pity on you."
"Please." Tav breaths without so much as a moment of hesitation. He moans when Astarion shifts his hips just slightly, grinding against his abused ass.
"Louder."
"Ah—! Please!" He falls forward onto his face, ass in the air as he loses the strength to hold himself up. "Please, please, please let me come. I'll be good, I promise." He sobs, fingers digging into the sheets below.
Astarion keeps him in a drawn-out state of limbo just to tease him before he begins properly fucking him again.
"You can come." He permits before quickly adding. "But only from the pleasure I decide to give you."
Tav whines but doesn’t complain. He tries to push his luck and grind back against his lover's hips, but that cheeky little move earns him another strike across his already red ass.
"Greedy little thing. Try something like that again and I'll leave you here all night with your hands tied behind your back." Astarion notices the little shivers the threat sends up his spine and continues. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Desperate for it, begging me to finally put my hands on you."
God, yes, he probably would. Helpless and at the mercy of this wicked trickster.
That heavy presence is back against him. Astarion leans in closer, dragging the flat of his tongue in a long stripe against the side of his neck. Tav's breath hitches in his throat, and out of habit he exposes more of the skin. He's met with an appreciative rumble as Astarion noses along his pulse, dragging the sharp edge of his fang along the thick tendon.
"Mm, just like that. Such a good little dove." He coos, sheathing every inch of his cock deep inside his lover. "Who do you belong to?"
"Y–you."
"Again."
Tav cries out when Astarion snaps his hips again. "You!"
"Exactly." He growls before sinking his fangs into the delicate skin.
Tav's body goes rigid at the rush of ice in his veins. He's a blubbering mess. The black liner he uses to trace under his eyes has smeared down his tear stained cheeks, leaving muddied black streaks running down the sides of his face.
Astarion continues to fuck him senseless while he feeds. Tav can feel his orgasm steadily building as he rides it out. He lets out a long string of curses when a hand sneaks under him, cold fingers clamping down on his nipple.
"Fuck! Fu—ck…Astarion—I–I'm gonna—"
He doesn't even have time to get the words out before his cock shoots out several spurts of ejaculate. It paints his chest and stomach in thick, white streaks. A little bit even manages to catch his chin, smearing against the dark, shortly trimmed hairs of his beard.
Tav goes limps once he's ridden out his orgasm. Astarion detaches himself from his neck and continues to thrust into his spent body, chasing his own release. He lets out a long, winded sigh when he feels the vampire finally come inside him, laying sprawled out on his stomach.
Astarion slowly eases out of his drained lover, ever so gently helping him roll over onto his back. Tav winces when the sheets rub against his sore backside like sandpaper.
"Are you alright, my love?" He whispers, taking Tav's hand in his grasp to tenderly kiss the inside of his palm.
Even exhausted, he manages a vibrant grin. "More than alright."
"Good. I'd hate to have actually hurt you. Although…" Astarion cranes his neck to look down at the various burns and bruises scattered along the backs of his thighs. "You'll probably want to get that looked at."
He groans, too tired to move but they'd long gone through their stash of health potions and he had no energy left to scrape together for even a simple healing spell.
He moves to get up, but Astarion presses a hand to his chest and pushes him back down.
"Ah, before you go." He leans down to press a chaste, loving kiss to the tiefling's lips.
Tav welcomes the embrace, letting the vampire get a little frisky with his tongue before he pulls away. There's a look of adoration in his eyes as he lingers on his face, then flicks his gaze to the throbbing wound on his neck.
Astarion traces the puncture marks with his fingertips, admiring the indents. "If you don't mind, tell Shadowheart not to heal these. I'll admit, I do like leaving my mark on you, my love."
Tav bites at his bottom lip. His neck is sore, and there will likely be a hefty bruise left behind if it goes untreated, but a bit of discomfort is well worth it when he knows Astarion will be staring longingly at the bruise for the next few days.
With great effort he slides out of bed, cradling his lower back as he slowly hobbles over to his clothes.
"I doubt you'll be able to squeeze into those lovely pants of yours anytime soon, here." Astarion tosses him the remains of their bed sheet to wrap around his waist. "Run along, darling. And do try to hurry back to me. You know I like a good cuddle after sex." He adds, giving a cheeky little wave as Tav limps out of their room with nothing but a tattered sheet to hide his shame.
Tav slowly shuffles his way down the hall, stopping outside of Shadowheart's door. He raises his hand up to knock, but can't bring himself to face her in his current state.
He turns on his heel and hobbles downstairs to Halsin's room instead, knowing the druid will be a bit more understanding of his 'injuries'.