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How Badly

Summary:

When it comes to a battle for dominance, Sekh is very confident he will always come out on top.

Notes:

Day two of Kinktober, "sex toys"! I do love Sekh and his strap...

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Sekh grasped tightly at Astarion's hair, watching as one of his sanguine eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking down one pale cheek. His mouth was stretched wide around Sekh’s strap, lips glistening with spit. Sekh pushed him down, felt him choke as the strap pushed at the back of his throat.

 

He tipped his head back, groaned as if he could feel it. He was nearly dripping with arousal, his clit so hard that even a subtle shift that gave even a moment of friction could have him gasping. He'd been watching Astarion take his false cock for minutes now, each breath, each bloody second only driving him madder.

 

He eased his hips back, bending slightly to reach down and grasp Astarion's jaw, keeping him from chasing his cock. “Eager little thing,” he teased, as his thumb slid up Astarion's chin. The vampire flicked his tongue at it, before he closed his mouth over it, sucking gently. Sekh chuckled, the sound ending breathy as one of Astarion's fangs poked his thumb. “Do you want my cock back?”

 

Astarion nodded as Sekh pulled his finger free, noting a single bead of blood welling up. Instead of offering it to Astarion he popped it into his own mouth, gently sucking the blood away.

 

“Can you tell me how badly you want it?”

 

Astarion gave a whine , his hands fisted and resting on his naked thighs. His cock was erect and weeping, completely untouched. The only place Sekh’s hands and mouth had been where his ass .

 

The vampire had nearly come around just Sekh's fingers, as he stretched him slowly, then left him dripping and unfilled.

 

“ Astarion .”

 

“Fuck my mouth again, darling, please .” Astarion opened his mouth, offered out his tongue. Sekh hummed, reached down and grasped the base of his strap, his hips wanting to cant forward.

 

“You did say please,” Sekh said with a devious smile. He offered his false cock to Astarion, who eagerly took it back over his tongue, sucking enthusiastically and taking Sekh down to his throat.

 

His head bobbed quickly, as Sekh noted a tremble rolling through his vampling. Astarion's cock pulsed, a thick drop of precum rolling down the underside of his cock.

 

“Are you ready to come starshine?” Sekh asked, reaching down to stroke his fingers into Astarion's wild silver curls. The vampire groaned around his cock. “Darling I haven't even touched that needy cock of yours.”

 

Astarion nearly lurched forward then, hands moving and grasping as Sekh's hips, holding desperately as he bobbed along his false cock. The toy muffled an array of whines and whimpers that were flooding from his mouth, as Sekh watched his entire body tremble.

 

Astarion dug his nails into his drow's hips so hard he nearly broke skin, clinging to him as if the world was falling away. When he pulled back to desperately suck in a breath, Sekh could see his cock was dripping cum, a mess of it between his knees on the floor.

 

Sekh bared his teeth in a feral, toothy grin. He pushed at Astarion, watched his vampire sprawl onto the floor, legs spread, hole slick and waiting for him.

 

Sekh grabbed the bottle of oil off the floor as he dropped to his knees, dumping an egregious amount onto his false cock. He set it aside, grasping Astarion's legs and hauling him closer, watching as the vampire was dragged through his own cum.

 

He'd be such a mess.

 

Astarion rocked his hips, eagerly trying to offer himself to Sekh. The drow pushed his thighs back, pushing himself inside Astarion as he nearly bent the vampire in half.

 

Astarion gasped, Sekh grasping the back of his thighs tightly as he fucked into him with abandon. Astarion was sobbing within moments, tears all over that pretty face, red eyes hazy in his post orgasmic state, body begging for a second release.

 

Sekh would die before not giving it to him.

 

“Is that good?” he panted, driving himself deep into Astarion. He let go of one of Astarion's thighs as the vampire cried yes! pushing at his belly, applying pressure towards where his false cock was pushing.

 

“Fu- ck , darling, sweetheart .”

 

“ Shh , I know. It's building in you again isn't it? You want to come again for me don't you?” He let go of his stomach, traced a single finger along Astarion's softening, hyper sensitive cock. The vampire gasped so tightly his lungs had to hurt . “You can. I know you can do it, just. For. Me .”

 

Sekh bucked his hips, pulling Astarion onto his cock over and over again, as the vampire arched his back completely off the floor, shoulders digging into the wood. He screamed, the sound ending in a hoarse rasp, as Sekh watched a second orgasm rack its claws through him. His soft cock gave a single bead of cum, but it didn't matter 

 

Sekh nearly swore he could feel the phantom clenching of his greedy ass over his cock.

 

He only slowed his hips when Astarion collapsed to the floor. There was a sheen of sweat along his pearly skin, and Sekh leaned over him, not pulling out as he dragged his tongue up Astarion's throat, lapping the salt of his skin away.

 

Astarion was panting, but when Sekh did try to inch his hips back the vampire locked a leg firmly around his hips.

 

“Don't you dare,” he managed. Sekh lifted his head, taking in how utterly flushed Astarion had gone. “If you pull out I will shove you down and ride you .”

 

Sekh snorted a laugh, pressing a kiss to Astarion's cheek. “You can try Starshine, but know that I'll come out on top.” He licked at the shell of Astarion's ear, felt his lover shiver, caught him biting his lip. “But know that I can fuck you until nightfall, if you can handle me .”

 

Astarion let his mouth fall open, and Sekh took advantage, lifting his head enough to kiss him. Astarion's lips were so soft , slick with saliva and kiss swollen.

 

Astarion's only answer was when Sekh went to break the kiss to chase him, dig his heel into the small of his back and get his hips to shift gently. Sekh smiled against his lips, his fangs, knowing that by the time he was done with Astarion he'd be a mess of sweat and cum, so unsteady on his legs that Sekh would have to carry him to the bath. 

 

He'd have to cradle Astarion and let the vampling feed from his wrist, the man would be so worn thin.

 

He would enjoy every second of breaking him, and every second after caring for his love. After all, Astarion's trust that he would care for him after was a level of trust Sekh intended to prove he deserved at every chance.