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Quile’s breath hitched in his throat as he arched his back, a shiver rolling through his body. He whimpered while he writhed, hands grasping at nothing.
He has no idea how long he and Astarion have been at this. The two managed to sneak some time away from the party, having rented a room at Sharess’ Caress just for themselves. Astarion had spent a lot of time eyeing the various implements in the room before deciding on simply tying the drow’s hands behind his back with his own shirt.
The drow had been laid across the bed, completely bare, while Astarion stood over him, yet to have shed his clothes. Quile had just been so close to finding release by Astarion’s fingers abusing his prostate, but at the last moment, Astarion had pulled his hand away and tutted at the paladin beneath him.
“Please,” Quile whimpered, his teeth snagging on his bottom lip. He gets a chuckle in response, Astarion leaning down to whisper directly in his ear.
“Not yet, pup. I think you can still wait just a bit longer. You can be a good boy and not come until I tell you to, right, darling?”
Quile nodded in response, another whimper escaping him as he managed to still his body’s shaking.
Astarion smirked at the drow’s reaction, fingers that had just been inside the paladin moving to graze their fingertips over his aching cock. A whimper escaped Quile at the sensation, hips rising as an attempt to get closer somehow, wanting more. The vampire spawn tutted at him again, the hand that wasn’t teasing at Quile’s dick moving to shove the drow’s hips back down into the mattress.
“Stay still for me, darling. I’d hate to have to pause and find something to tie you down with,” Astarion grins, chuckling at the whimper he gets in response.
Another whine escapes Quile as the vampire spawn fully wraps his hand around his dick, teasingly dragging his thumb across the underside of the head of the drow’s cock. He arcs into the touch, muscles straining for more, Quile panting out heavy breaths and whimpers. Gods, he craves release in any way Astarion would be willing to give to him.
Fangs scrape against the drow’s collarbone, causing him to gasp at the feeling, eyes zoning in on the look on Astarion’s face. He looked proud, like a predator after a successful hunt, thoroughly ravaging Quile and making him his prey, his prize for a job well done. That dastardly smirk of his graces his face, his tongue moving to swipe over a fraction of an exposed fang.
“Now, now, puppy,” Astarion scolds, a half-chuckle leaving him at the whine Quile lets out– a reaction to both his words and how Astarion had completely let go of his cock. “I told you to stay still. Don’t you wish to be a good boy for me? I may even let you come if you stop that grinding and pushing of yours.”
“Yes, y-yes, please,” Quile responds, nodding his head as he begs, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply as an attempt to get himself under at least some control. He hears some sort of chuckle from the other, before feeling his hand wrap around his cock once more. Quile huffs, shaking, craving to grind against the hand and get more pleasure out of it, but he knows Astarion would just stop again.
He chokes out another moan as the vampire spawn’s other hand moves back to his hole, prodding inside with only his middle finger. Quile clenches his thighs in response, biting the inside of his mouth, trying his hardest not to move his legs to clamp around Astarion. He was trying so hard to be good, wanting to come so bad he didn’t care how at this point.
Quile had to squeeze his core to prevent his back from arching, a whimper escaping him at the stretch of Astarion adding two more fingers inside of him. A startled moan escapes him as well, as the vampire spawn crooked his fingers just right to tease at Quile’s prostate, legs shaking and toes curling at the feeling. He hears Astarion chuckle at him, their eyes meeting for a moment, the drow noticing how smug the spawn looked.
“P-please,” the paladin tries again, unable to stop his back from arching at the feeling of Astarion’s fingers thrusting in and out of him, constantly hitting the bundle of nerves inside of him. “W-wanna come, star, please,” he whimpers.
“Do you, darling?” Astarion purrs, the hand still on Quile’s cock beginning to move, slowly dragging over it. He leans forward, nipping at the point of the drow’s ear before whispering directly into it. “You have been rather good for me, my knight… We’ll just have to see, hm? Maybe just one more before you can truly relax.”
The drow whines in response, his eyes closing as he leans his head back to gently thud against the mattress below him. He flexes his fingers, wanting to bury them in something, but with the way his hands were tied, he couldn’t grab hold of anything. He hears yet another chuckle, accompanied by the fingers inside him working him over faster, while the cold hand on his dick starts stroking him properly.
He whimpers, unaware of all of the noise he was making- sweet little sounds pried out of him by Astarion’s hands. Quile’s mouth fell open, no longer able to hold back any of the noise like he had earlier by biting his mouth closed. He shakes, toes curling once more, squeezing his core.
“C-close– star, please,” he whines, taking heavy breaths, feeling the sweat drip down his brow. He opens his eyes to look at his lover, seeing a mix of adoration and mischief in those red eyes of his. Quile feels himself shaking, whining at the heat churning in his core, so close, so close, so close–
Right as Quile reached his precipice, Astarion pulled him away– his hand letting go of the drow’s cock and removing his fingers from inside of him. The noise Quile lets out is pathetic, even to his own ears- whining and whimpering and gasping half-formed “please”s.
“Aw, my poor knight,” Astarion coos, cupping Quile’s face, the other hand slowly dragging down the drow’s torso, pausing right before where his cock rested, throbbing, begging for attention. “So close, were you? You did so well for me, darling. My good boy,” he continues, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Quile’s forehead.
“C-can I– now?” Quile whimpers, looking into Astarion’s eyes once more. He wants to reach out to him so badly, wanting to curl his hands in his hair, wanting to grip on for dear life onto his waist. A half-hearted tug at the shirt tying his hands together stops him from doing so, only causing yet another whimper to escape him.
“So noisy, pup… in a moment, perhaps. I wish to feel you come undone around my cock,” the vampire spawn says, Quile nodding at his words and responding with quiet pleas. “That’s something you want, isn’t it? To feel me deep in you. So full,” he purrs. “That may be a wish I grant.”
With that, Astarion rose from where he was practically lying across Quile, hands making quick work of his pants’ lacings, only dragging his pants and his underwear down enough to free his cock. The vampire spawn let out a pleased sigh at the feeling of being free from his confines, making a show of biting his bottom lip and slowly stroking himself. The drow whines, shoulders tugging at his restraints, wanting so badly to wrap his hand around Astarion’s and help see to his pleasure.
“Soon, darling. Oh so very soon,” he tuts at Quile’s whining, his smirk widening enough to allow a fang to be visible. Astarion then moves forward, enough to barely wrap his hand around both of their cocks, the two moaning in unison at the feeling of it– Astarion cooing at Quile when he felt his dick twitch against him.
“F-fuck– please, please fuck me, star,” the drow whimpers out, hips rising subconsciously into Astarion’s touch. The vampire spawn chuckles at how desperate he was, raising a hand to brush the back of it against Quile’s cheek, before grasping him by his chin, putting his thumb into the drow’s mouth, and pressing the digit down on his tongue. Quile let out such a pathetic-sounding moan at the action, closing his lips around Astarion’s thumb and sucking on it mindlessly.
“Good boy, puppy,” he coos once more, letting go of their dicks momentarily to readjust– humming at the whimper Quile lets out. He watches the drow’s eyes widen and smirks at the moan he hears when Astarion grasps at his cock and teases the head of it against the drow’s hole. “You sound so pretty when you beg, darling. Let’s give you what you want, hm?”
The pair let out matching sighs of pleasure as Astarion slowly entered Quile. He takes his sweet time filling the drow, appreciating the drag of his inner walls around his cock. Quile whimpers at the feeling, eyes closing in pleasure. He tries to move his hips to encourage the vampire spawn to be completely inside of him faster, but Astarion quickly thwarted his attempts– grabbing the drow by the waist and pressing him down into the mattress below with a tut. “Now, now,” he teases, chuckling quietly, “you’ll take what I give you, needy little thing.”
Quile whines, squirming in place, squeezing his core in an attempt to entice Astarion further. “Please, want it– fuck. Want your cock, wanna come, star, please,” he pleads around the vampire’s thumb in his mouth, barely opening his eyes to look into Astarion’s, knowing how debauched he must look. He shakes at the heat in the vampire spawn’s eyes, a quiet moan escaping him at the thought that he did that.
“Soon, puppy. I promise,” Astarion purrs, giving the drow a taste of what he wants by roughly shoving himself halfway into the drow, returning to his slow pace for filling him the rest of the way. Quile moans at the thrust, losing his battle of controlling his free limbs to clamp his legs around Astarion’s waist, one of his calves moving to press into the small of his back. Astarion just chuckles at him, deciding to let Quile do so without consequence. Besides, the drow was making such sweet noises underneath him– they make up for it plenty.
The vampire spawn lets out a pleased moan after a few breaths, fully sheathed inside of his poor, whimpering drow. He chuckles at how desperate Quile looked underneath him, removing his thumb from his mouth just to move his hand lower, wrapping his hand loosely around Quile’s throat and letting his nails gently scrape against the underside of his jaw. The drow moans back at him in response, tilting his head back, trying to bare his throat to the other as a shiver runs through him.
“Full. Fuck, Astarion, ‘feels so good–” Quile whimpers, having to inhale through his mouth to stop himself from drooling. “M-more? P-please?” he begs, feeling his forearms tense, wanting so badly to reach out towards his lover. He would’ve tried to rip his way out of his binds by now, had being restrained like this not put such an ache in his stomach and a want in his mind.
Astarion chuckles at him once more, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to the drow’s lips. “How could I say no? You beg so sweetly for me, pup,” he purrs against his lips, letting one of his fangs graze the drow’s bottom lip before slowly sliding his way out of his hole– Quile whimpering at both the drag of the other’s cock as well as the feeling of only having the vampire spawn’s head inside of him again. A moan was practically punched out of Quile as Astarion slammed his hips back, meeting the drow’s pelvis with his with such a strong thrust. The pale elf raised an eyebrow at the paladin, grinning at the nod he got in return, before setting such a brutal pace as he pistoned his hips into Quile, over, over, and over.
Each time their hips met, Quile choked out a half-pronounced moan, loving the way Astarion was filling him. He wanted to express this, but all his mind could manage to produce were moans, whimpers, and half-formed yesses as Astarion railed him. The force of his hips actually jostled Quile on the bed, scooting both him and the bedframe with the momentum. His eyes fluttered shut, allowing drool to pool outside of his wide-open mouth, Astarion cooing at him.
“Gods. You look debauched, darling, drooling from my cock,” Astarion purrs, raising slightly just to spit into Quile’s open mouth. The drow moans at him for doing so, trying his best to meet the vampire spawn’s thrusts. “You look so sinful. Sound so sinful. It’s like you belong here, in these sheets, open and willing for anyone to use,” he continues, squeezing the drow’s throat. He gets a moan in response again, as well as his insides tightening around his cock.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being a plaything, a hole to fill. Gods, we simply must revisit that idea, darling. You’d look divine with come all over your backside and dripping from that greedy hole of yours. Such a good boy, Quile, fuck,” he practically rambles, losing himself to the feeling of his lover around his cock. His core tightened as he somehow managed to speed up further, thrusting into Quile as fast as his hips allowed, digging the hand not pressed against the other’s throat into the drow’s waist, nails causing small pinpricks of both pain and pleasure to shoot up Quile’s spine.
“Yes, yes, yes– star, ‘wanna come, please, please, ple-ase?” the drow manages to moan out, back arching off the bed, feeling his toes curl at the throb that ran through him, feeling his dick twitch against his stomach, neglected and aching.
“In a moment,” Astarion responds, putting a small amount more pressure on the drow’s neck, grin widening at the moan he gets as a response. “Not until I do, darling. ‘m getting close, too, though– you feel wonderful stretched around my cock, puppy. Shouldn’t take– mhn– long,” he moans out, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, putting all of his focus on driving his hips into Quile, adjusting his thrusts so that he was practically slipping all the way out before slamming back into his drow. They moaned in unison at the feeling of it, Quile much louder than before, keening, feeling the heat beginning to rise in his core yet again, biting his bottom lip, moving so that both of his legs wrapped around Astarion’s middle.
“So close, aren’t you, darling? I can tell. You’re clenching so tight around me, pup,” Astarion purrs, moving so he could whisper directly into Quile’s ear. “I’m gonna fucking fill you first, baby, and only then can you finally, truly let go. Understand?”
He gets a whimper as a response, Quile nodding his head rapidly as another moan is pounded out of him. “Please, yes,” he whines out, the hands behind his back managing to grip onto the sheets below him, opening his eyes once more, meeting Astarion’s gaze, moaning at the amount of heat and want present there– sure that his eyes matched. He shook at the intensity, feeling himself clench around Astarion’s cock.
The pale elf let out a choked-out moan in response, his pace faltering slightly. The pressure against his throat tightened, as well as the grip on the drow’s hip, Astarion subconsciously baring his fangs. He was close, then, Quile concludes, his breath hitching, moaning at the feeling of his hand pressed against his throat– he could barely breathe, and Quile realizes that he enjoyed that feeling. The drow’s cock twitched against his stomach, knowing he was so close as well, half-expecting Astarion to continue their game, to pull out of him and leave him aching.
Quile moans as he’s proven wrong, Astarion letting out another moan as he buried himself as deep into the drow as he possibly could, letting out a sigh of relief as he filled the drow. “Please, please, please,” Quile begs, grinding his hips onto Astarion, wanting to come so bad, but knowing that he wasn’t allowed to until he was explicitly told to. He knew he looked pathetic: drenched in sweat, drool leaking out the side of his open mouth, hair splayed across the borrowed bed, barely-open eyes lost in Astarion’s.
It took a moment for Astarion to climb out of the bliss of his release, blinking a few times before smirking down at the drow, releasing his grip on his hip to ghost the tip of his finger under the head of the drow’s cock, squeezing his throat tighter for a moment before letting go of him.
“Come for me, my good boy.”
And he obeys, even without much stimulation on his cock, letting out his loudest moan of the night as he came all over himself– almost all of it landing near his chest, the rest settling between his barely visible abs. It was the most intense orgasm he’s ever had, he thinks.
Quile floats along the bliss that he feels, feeling relieved after hours of being unable to come without Astarion’s command. His eyes closed, taking gentle, small breaths of air as he relaxed into his afterglow. He’s vaguely aware of hands on him, gently rolling him onto his side, the shirt being untied from his wrists, him being put back onto his back, and the gentle scratch of a cloth over his torso. Quile smiles to himself at the sensations, happy that Astarion was helping him through it all, the smile widening when he feels a cool presence drape over his chest, head snuggling over where his heartbeat was. He’s present enough to lift a hand to those white curls of his lover’s, holding him there.
Arguably, the two of them should’ve left as soon as possible– they still had multiple things to do, the majority of which could decide the fate of the world with how the Absolute is going. And yet, a good portion of it relied on waiting for other things to happen, and the past two days have been rather slow, all things considered, especially with the group used to how ruthless the journey has been so far.
He was glad that Astarion managed to convince him to let some steam off away from the Elfsong– his other two loves spending the day at Sorcerer’s Sundries to browse the many books held there.
The two of them lay there for as long as the world let them, simply basking in each other’s presence. They don’t rise out of bed for a very, very long while.