mystracal | 🔮 exsanguinated (with @sangwhine)

[Astarion steps in without hesitation. He gives a careful roll of his shoulders, letting the robe fall down about his waist, pooling over Gale's hands. His hands find Gale's face, framing it gently, his gaze softened as he meets Gale's eyes.]

And I intend on loving all of you. Body, mind, heart. I want to make you sing with pleasure, dearest.

[Dearest. Gods, that pet name alone makes his heart sing.

He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Astarion's lips. Despite the desire welling in his chest, it's a soft, restrained embrace, followed by a second: both are colored by an irrepressible grin. Astarion is practically bare before him, but Gale can hardly take his eyes off his face, his crimson eyes, the soft curls of his hair, the way his skin creases unevenly as he smiles.]

You are a sight, Astarion. You truly are.

[He lets Astarion's robe fall the rest of the way, clasping his hand to lead him to the bath.]

Let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?

Oh yes, let's.

[Astarion surely makes a unique sight in the steam of the bathhouse, his cheeks flushed darker than usual, his normally perfectly styled hair damp and sticking to his skin. But he still doesn't miss a beat. He kicks his robe off and away with a flourish before following Gale down into the bath. The ledges set into the sides of the pool are the perfect height so that he can sink down into the warm water to sit, his body submerged up to his chest. Just as soon as he sits, he turns to spread his hand up Gale's arm until he cups the back of the wizard's neck, drawing him into a warm and wanting kiss.]

[Gale lets Astarion pull him in, utterly entranced. The heat from the water seeps deep into his muscles, relaxing him, but it's the warmth from his chest and the cool touch at the back of his neck that leaves him wanting more. He folds one leg under him while the other hangs off the side of the ledge, settling as close as he can without outright climbing onto Astarion's lap - though the temptation is absolutely there.

He deepens the kiss, fighting his earlier hunger as it comes clawing back, eager for more; his hand beneath the water finds Astarion's thigh crawls up it, his fingers getting halfway before they slide higher.

Seemingly stricken with second thoughts, he pulls away just long enough to mutter:]

Tell me if I need to stop. Promise you'll tell me.

[Gale's touch thrills him so much more than he expected. He wasn't sure how it would be, having Gale express interest in him. Yet Gale's touches have been so rare, so fleeting, that it means more to Astarion than simple lust and desire. It's a true and honest want. He reaches for Gale's hip without a thought, giving a gentle squeeze before tugging lightly, drawing Gale even closer. When Gale pulls away, Astarion chases his lips, murmuring against them in a heated whisper.]

I promise. But don't you dare stop until then.

[He leans in to emphasize the point with another kiss, matching the hunger he felt in Gale before.]

[Gale barely manages to nod before Astarion is on him again, their lips meeting, heat rising as his pulse quickens. One hand traces Astarion's jaw, keeping him close; the other beneath the water trails higher, his fingers brushing against the vampire's shaft tentatively, teasingly.

The orb glows softly between them, no with the threatening light of before, but in excitement, its illumination hazy in the rising steam.]

[Astarion gives a soft gasp against Gale's mouth, curling his fingers tighter in the hair at the nape of Gale's neck. He's not yet fully aroused, but the touch does stir him. His hand drags to the small of Gale's back, nails digging in to soft flesh. After a moment's thought he presses harder, all but pulling Gale into his lap.]

[The hint of pain at his back draws Gale closer; he chuckles softly, barely above a whisper as he revels in feeling wanted, needed.

He takes that pull as an invitation, slipping one leg around Astarion's side along the ledge, the other folding over the vampire's thigh. Their cocks brush one another at their proximity, neither fully erect - not yet.

Sliding his hand between them, Gale starts working Astarion, his fingers tightening around the delicate skin of his shaft as he gives it a series of encouraging strokes.]

[Astarion breaks the kiss with a gasp, letting his head fall back against the edge of the tub. His hand drags up along Gale's spine, restlessly wanting. He rolls his hips up into Gale's touch, hardening under the attention, at the deft touch of the wizard's hand. And here he thought he was going to be the one taking the lead.]

Gods, Gale.

[Gale shivers as Astarion says his name, his spine arcing as Astarion claws against it, but does not slow in his ministrations. If anything, it just makes him work harder, his thumb dancing playfully over the head of his partner's cock.]

If I cannot express through Weave or words how you make me feel, then let me show you through service. Through devotion.

[He presses a kiss to Astarion's collarbone, another to his neck.]

[Astarion laughs, a breathless, heady sound. He turns his neck to offer more to Gale, well and fully fucking into the tight circle of his hand now. When he answers, his voice is half a moan, delighted and intoxicated.]

I think you did quite well with words before.

[His hand at Gale's spine draws down to the cleft of his ass, his palm smoothing over the curve of it so he can get a nice handful to squeeze]

But I promised--to make you sing.

I can stop anytime you want, my love. You only need say the word.

[But until then, he lets Astarion grope him along his backside, continuing his own journey up his neck with hot, eager kisses. He is deft for a mage, maneuvering his hand to grab his own erection, caressing them both in tandem.]

["My love," oh. That sends a shudder running down Astarion's spine that has nothing to do with Gale's hands or mouth on him. He reaches down with his free hand, closing his fingers over Gale's as he strokes. Gale isn't the only one with a deft hand here.]

I did want to taste you--ah, to see how unfortunately indiscreet you can be.

[Gale's hand tightens as Astarion's closes on it, his breath hitching as he starts to lose himself in sensation. He presses his forehead to Astarion's shoulder, his other hand sliding along his back, feeling the scars that lie there.]

We'll have to, ah. Maneuver a bit for that. And this feels so good at the moment, being right here.

It does feel very good.

[He gives a soft squeeze of his hand to emphasize the point.]

But tell me, dearest, is this all you want? Rutting into our hands until we burst like some desperate youths? I could--mmnh--I could give you so, so much more.

[Gale has to compose himself after that squeeze, and it gives him just long enough to reflect on Astarion's words. As eager as he is to please his partner - and that has always been Gale's prerogative when it comes to intimacy - he realizes that Astarion is itching to take control. Moreover, it's important he be allowed to do so.

Gale nods, releasing them, a smile on his lips as he slides away, one hand trailing to those bruises on his neck.]

All right, then. [He finds himself almost lost in those eyes again - gods, Astarion is beautiful, the barest amount of color dusting his pale face, his hair looser, heavier from the steam.] I'm yours, however you'll have me.

However I'll have you, hm?

[In the water it's easy to shift their positions, to reverse them so it's Gale pressed against the edge of the tub rather than Astarion. Astarion takes a moment to observe him, to take in the glow in his chest, the flush of his cheeks, the hazy outline of his body obscured beneath the water. He gives a grin, the tip of one fang pressing seductively into his lower lip.]

Well. I have always wanted to try this.

[Without any additional preamble, he ducks down beneath the surface of the water. His hands anchor to Gale's hips as he lowers himself to run his tongue and lips over the head of Gale's cock, mouthing at it before he sinks lower, taking him all in.]

[And here Gale thought he might sit on the edge of the bath, just above the ledge to make things convenient for Astarion - but no, he surprises Gale instead by ducking right under the water. The wizard can't help but laugh at his candor, a smile splitting across his face as the blurry shape of Astarion closes in on him—

Oh. That laughter dies right in his throat as Astarion grips his hips, replaced by a choked, needy whine as he's hit all at once by the sensation of the vampire's mouth teasing his cock. Gale's already erect from the earlier stroking, the skin hot and sensitive - he has to lean back, his hands barely catching the outer ledge of the bath to hold him steady.]

[Here's the wonderful thing about getting head from the undead: they don't need to breathe. Astarion stays beneath the water, hands kneading against Gale's thighs as his head bobs over the length of his cock. He's very well experienced with this, and it's immediately evident with the skillful motions of his lips and tongue against Gale's heated flesh. He lets Gale's head press to the back of his throat before he draws back, moving at a languid and indulgent pace despite how quickly he first took Gale in.]

[Astarion was not exaggerating on his ability to make Gale sing: it's not long before the first moan rattles its way out of the wizard's throat, a breathy, dry sound that speaks volumes of how he's feeling at that moment. Despite the privacy of their surroundings, he pulls his fist to his mouth, biting his knuckles in the hopes of keeping himself quiet.

It does him no good, as Astarion's second, slower pass pushes him further - another moan emerges from his throat, louder. He can't tell if it's the bath or the heat welling in his chest, but gods, is it hot in there. His grip on the outer ledge tightens, his fingers struggling for purchase as his toes curl beneath the water.

The grit of Astarion's tongue drags along his shaft, and Gale is forced to throw his head back as a heavier, wanton groan echoes from his chest. He stops biting his hand, sending it beneath the water instead to lace itself through Astarion's hair.]

[The one downside to doing this underwater is that Astarion can't hear the sounds Gale is making. At least not until he moans loud enough for it to penetrate even the surface of the water. There's a pleased smile curling on his lips as he leans back into the hand in his hair. He lets an echoing groan reverberate through his throat, knowing that Gale can feel it.]

[Yes, Astarion, he feels that. He feels it as it vibrates through his cock and into his groin, in his hips and spine and all the way up to his abdomen. The sensation rattles throughout the rest of him, manifesting as tremors in his hands and a lustful, desperate gasp. The light from the orb shines vibrantly above the water, illuminating the room in a violet glow, reflecting off the tiles to paint the walls in vivid patterns.

It only briefly occurs to him that as a vampire, Astarion doesn't need to come up for air - that he can simply stay down there until he's finished with Gale, who is utterly at his mercy until then. It's a thought that passes as quickly as it arrives, that brilliant mind of his immediately elsewhere as he fights - and fails - to silence himself once more.

He pulls in a few breaths, trying to center himself.]

Astaaahrion...

[He certainly won't stop until he's finished, but he doesn't quite want Gale to finish, per say. He slides one hand down until he's got Gale's balls cradled in his palm. He rolls them in his grip, gently caressing them before sliding him thumb up to put pressure just at the base of Gale's cock. It wouldn't do to have things end so soon.]

[Those breaths did little to help, pressure bubbling inside him. Gale's grip in Astarion's hair tightens; he forces himself to relax his fingers, not wanting to hurt him, unable to consider that he might just enjoy a little pain with his pleasure. He can ask later, when he can think through the thundering of his heart and the thrum of the orb.

Gale gnaws on his lower lip, feeling his hips start to buck of their own accord as he's overwhelmed with sensation, Astarion's hold over him leaving him aching. It's a far cry from bonding in the Weave - rather than feeling his lover's pleasure through the very essence that makes them, manipulating it to maximize the enjoyment of their coupling, Gale has no power here, is under Astarion's spell until the vampire sees fit to release him.

And yet, he doesn't feel trapped. Not threatened, not diminished, not an unequal in any way. Embarrassed at the noise he's making, certainly, but there's elation in his ecstasy, joy in knowing Astarion cares for him enough to want him to feel this way. For all his licentious moaning, he can't help but smile, too. He releases the ledge, only for his hand to find its way to Astarion's shoulder - he squeezes tightly, trying to convey even a modicum of he's experiencing.

Somehow, he's sure Astarion knows.]

[For all that he's done this sort of thing, Astarion is well aware of what it means when his partner is thoroughly enjoying themself. He also knows the tells when they're about to hit their limit. With the squeeze to his shoulder, he pulls up and off Gale's length, making sure to catch his lips on the head as he does. He emerges from the water, his lips bruised and red, hair plastered against his face. His hand releases his hold on Gale, bracing himself on the ledge, knees to either side of Gale's hips.

There's a sudden lurch in his throat as he looks up to Gale from this position. He's been on his knees so many times, and the shadow of it still isn't completely gone from him. He swallows hard against it, trying to chase it away. His body doesn't feel his own, his limbs feel heavy, his vision blurred by more than just the steam and haze. He draws in a tight, gasping breath, just enough so he can push out a single word.]

Gale...

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