🔮 exsanguinated (with @sangwhine)

[mystracal]

tfln | invitations | and there was only one bed | undermountain alurlyath | what could be | blood bond | the price of freedom
it wore his face | dinner with morena dekarios | rediscovery

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[sangwhine]

Gale Dekarios, then.

[Astarion pulls Gale's hand back to kiss his knuckles in turn, running his thumb across his fingers in thought.]

Ancunín. That was—is my family name.

[mystracal]

[The name leaves Astarion's lips, and Gale can't help how his expression shifts in quiet disbelief. He's never heard Astarion's family name around the camp - and from the sound of it, he's not spoken it to anyone in a long time. It's one of the few things Cazador couldn't take from him, and for Gale to be trusted with it feels divine.]

A pleasure to meet you, Astarion Ancunin.

[Ever dramatic, he gives a little bow.]

[sangwhine]

[Astarion can't help but smile. Gale understands the importance around the name, yet he's still the same Gale about the whole affair. Astarion takes Gale's hand, kissing the back of it.]

The pleasure is all mine.

[mystracal]

[Gale has to stand there another few seconds, just taking Astarion in, before he finally manages to tear his eyes away.]

I suppose I should put some clothes on. Hang these all to dry. Levitate the tub somewhere less obtrusive. Start thinking about how our new living arrangement will look.

[sangwhine]

[He could do those things, yes. They could settle down, there's been enough for them today. But now that Astarion's more at ease, more present within himself, with Gale so close, he doesn't want to go far from him. He turns Gale's hand in his, lacing their fingers together before drawing Gale's wrist to his lips for a kiss.]

Or perhaps, you could keep your clothes off. We can deal with things like living arrangements when the sun rises.

[mystracal]

[Gale bites his lower lip, liking those suggestions as he lets Astarion have at his wrist. His skin is warm, both from the bath and the hot blood pumping through him as his heart drums away.]

Excellent suggestions, but I didn't hear a no to moving the tub.

[With a wave of his free hand, the basin is carefully lifted a few inches off the ground with a gentle swirl of magic. It floats out the front of the tent, his wet clothes still hanging off the side, before setting itself on the ground, leaving the rest of the space free for the two of them.]

[sangwhine]

[Astarion breathes a soft laugh, putting his hand to Gale's hip to draw him in.]

I suppose you're not worried as to what our companions might think anymore.

[mystracal]

Given that Wyll offered to take up cooking duties tonight because he thought it best we have some privacy after your ordeal, I'm afraid they already know anything we could have kept hidden.

[But Gale doesn't seem too upset about it as he lets himself be drawn forward, leaning in to steal a kiss.]

[sangwhine]

[Astarion returns the kiss, cupping Gale's face in his hands as he does so.]

Then there's no point in hiding anymore.

[His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, the tip drawing against the length of one fang.]

I know our recent attempts have been somewhat fruitless, but . . . I'd like to make love to you.

[mystracal]

I wouldn't say they've been fruitless at all. We've been finding together the boundaries of our comfort, of our needs. Still, I... would like that. Very much so.

[He leans into Astarion's hands, basking in how those pale fingers brush against his beard, grateful for every affectionate touch as though it were the first he's had in years.]

You know the rules. The one rule, really.

[sangwhine]

I know it very well, yes.

[He gives Gale a gentle push to his shoulders, urging him to lie down.]

But until then, I expect your full participation.

[mystracal]

[Pillows appear behind Gale atop Astarion's bedroll with barely a thought's effort, almost catching him as he sits among them, then reclines; the towel around his waist splits at the opening on the side, one thigh completely bare as it drapes between his legs.]

And you shall have it.

[He reaches a hand forward, inviting Astarion toward him.]

[sangwhine]

[Astarion is already moving before the hand extends to him. He crouches down, crawling over Gale to slot a knee between his legs as he presses him down into the pillows with another kiss.]

[mystracal]

[Gale brings a hand around Astarion's side, brushing his knuckles against the vampire's ribs before finding its way down his thigh; the other slides around Astarion's neck, giving him just enough purchase to lean into the kiss. He's careful not to lean too far, given that knee between his legs - he lets Astarion set the pace, eager to match.]

[sangwhine]

[Astarion will happily set the pace for both of them. He puts his hand to the exposed skin of Gale's thigh, sliding it higher, pushing the towel open without yet pulling it away. His intent, though, is on the kiss. His lips angle against Gale's to deepen it, eager to taste him.]

[mystracal]

[And Gale is enjoying that kiss very much, if the quiet moan that escapes him is any indication; it's brief, soft enough to practically be a whisper, but plenty loud in his own ears. He opens his lips, letting his tongue explore as he breathes him in.

The towel does little to hide how the attention makes Gale feel; his hand presses harder on Astarion's neck, pulling him closer as he nips his lover's lower lip.]

[sangwhine]

[It's plenty loud to Astarion as well, who can feel it through the touch of their lips. He's encouraged by it, drawn in, kissing Gale like he wants to devour him.

He pulls at the towel, dragging it away to bare Gale to him completely. Yet he's careful to keep distance between their hips, at least for the moment, his touch returning to Gale's hip, against the line of his thigh.]

[mystracal]

[Though he feels the brush of the towel against his hardening length as the fabric slips away, Gale can hardly focus on anything but how deeply, passionately Astarion is kissing him - and how desperate he is to answer in kind. He parts for a breath, but barely gets one before he returns to Astarion's lips, his own flush with color.

He gets another chance as Astarion touches the line of his thigh, his cool skin sending a gentle shudder through Gale, like a chilly breeze in the evening air. The smile it remains as he retreats to Astarion's mouth, still hungry for his embrace. His hand on Astarion's thigh slides up his back to the middle, his touch tentative, but encouraging.]

[sangwhine]

[Ah, yes, Gale does need to breathe. Astarion breaks the kiss after a few more moments, nuzzling softly against Gale's cheek as he nips at the corner of his lips. He draws in a ragged breath himself so he can give a low groan against the heat of Gale's skin.]

Gods, you are wonderful.

[He puts both hands to the soft skin of Gale's stomach, sliding them up until he's palming against the flesh of his chest. He shifts his knee forward, teasing it against the line of Gale's erection.]

[mystracal]

[Gods, that groan does things to him. Gale would love to describe such 'things,' assigning positive attributes to the sensations and reactions he's experiencing throughout his body while describing in full detail how they make him feel emotionally, but between the lovesick haze, the increasing thunder from his heart, and that knee brushing against his arousal, he can barely string words together. He certainly tries, though.]

Astarion—

[Just the name will have to do; he closes his lips, stifling another moan that attempts to escape, cutting it short. As Astarion's hands press against his soft chest, Gale feels the hairs there stand on end, the scar of the orb aglow in the space between them. He tries words a second time:]

No one has... ever made me feel like this. Like you do.

[sangwhine]

Mmh, the pleasures of the flesh are a wonder, aren't they?

[He turns to kiss along the line of Gale's jaw, tracing it up to where it meets his neck. He runs his tongue against the movement of his pulse, reveling in the way it flutters beneath the skin. Knowing he has this effect on Gale is a thrill, that he's the only one who can see the way he flushes, hear the moans drawn from his lips.

One hand trails down from his chest, his fingertips finding the head of Gale's cock to play against it, teasing.]

[mystracal]

[Having arched his neck to offer as much of it to Astarion as possible, the vampire can no doubt feel the way Gale's throat trembles as he sucks in a longer breath; he's managing to keep relatively quiet for now, but his hand on Astarion's back curls against his pale skin, nails raking along those ritual scars. The wizard's hips move of their own accord: they twitch, rocking gently toward Astarion's hand, aching for more of his touch.

Gale nods belatedly, as though that question needed an answer; he's sure Astarion can see how he feels.]

If I may... I want- more of you.

[sangwhine]

[Astarion gives a breath against Gale's throat, panting at the touch of his nails to the scars. He drags his teeth along the skin, his fangs just barely scraping the surface. Since Gale is asking so nicely, though... He drops his hand lower, letting his palm circle around Gale's length, just holding him.]

And what of me do you want?

[mystracal]

[Until that moment, Gale had only flirted with the idea of how tantalizing Astarion's fangs would be on his neck in the throes of passion; he licks his lips, deciding the scratch of those pointed teeth along his skin will have to be enough for now. Nothing might kill the mood faster than a mouth full of foul blood. It is, however, something he can see the appeal in under the right circumstances - for himself just as much as Astarion.

He pulls in another breath, his chest rising as his hips quiver against Astarion's hand.]

I want all of you.

[The quivering gives way to an easy swaying, Gale's breath steadier.]

All that you will give me - all you will share with me.

[His other hand graces Astarion's cheek in a tender gesture; Gale wants Astarion to feel comfortable, loved, and assured his feelings will not change, no matter what comes of their night.]

I want to feel you against me. [Crimson burns under his eyes, but he doesn't sound shy about his next request:] In me.

[sangwhine]

[No, Astarion certainly does not want a mouthful of bile in the middle of this. But it is a thought to file away for later, should they free Gale from the orb, or if they can find some sort of alchemical solution for the taste of his blood. Being unable to taste his blood also doesn't stop Astarion from turning to the hand at his cheek and swiping his tongue against Gale's wrist to taste sweat, or from drawing that skin between his teeth in a bruising kiss.]

I want to take you. To feel you around me. Gods, but you are such an enticing creature. The sounds you make, my dearest.

[He emphasizes those words with a lazy stroke to Gale's length before dropping his hand down, cradling his balls in hand before probing his fingertips lower to seek the tight hole of Gale's entrance]