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Sekh tipped his head back, Astarion’s mouth merciless at his neck, lips and teeth making him tremble. He had his hands on his lover’s shoulders, holding on tightly as Astarion all but ravished the exposed skin. He was warm, well fed already- they had, after all, spent over half the night inside Sharress’s Caress. He’d had both Sorn and Nym under his fangs, had even taken a liking to the tiefling that was so eager to purchase some of Nym’s time.
She had given her neck too, had even asked Astarion to stay with her and Nym. Sekh had chuckled, when his lover told him, appearing back at the bar where Sekh was savoring his wine slowly. Astarion could have stayed, if he wanted. Sekh wouldn’t have minded.
But the vampire had been insistent he would have preferred Sekh there, as well.
His vampling pulled from Sekh’s neck, before stepping back, just enough so he could twist Sekh around, until his chest was pressed to the wall. Beyond it, he could still hear the life, within Sharess’s Caress. It would be lively for hours still, until dawn was nearly cresting.
Astarion’s hands were sliding along his hips, working at the intricate lacing at Sekh’s hip, that kept his pants in place. He wasn’t one for dressing for show , but he couldn’t deny it was rather fun to make himself up into something beautiful when visiting the brothel.
Astarion had never complained about it.
Sekh laughed, as he felt Astarion’s fingertips on his bare skin. “If you fuck me here , someone is definitely going to see.”
Astarion didn’t pause as he dragged Sekh’s pants and underwear over his hips and the swell of his ass, leaving them bunched half way down his thighs. “ Let them . They should consider it an honor.” Astarion leaned into him, slid a hand around his waist, ignoring his shirt and delving between his legs. Sekh pressed his forehead to the wall as Astarion slid his fingers along his lips, his vampling’s breath escaping him. “Gods, wet are we, pet?” He teased, fingers moving to Sekh’s clit, circling it a few times, before sliding along his lips again.
Sekh shivered, gently rocking his hips with Astarion’s hand. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” the drow admitted, “with that pretty tiefling bouncing in your lap.”
Astarion choked then, pulling his hand back. Sekh waited on bated breath as he heard a bit of clothing rustling, and then Astarion’s cock, sliding between his thighs, along his slit. He sucked at his tongue, squirming slightly as Astarion simply rubbed along his slick skin, the vampire huffing his impatient little breaths into Sekh’s hair.
“As delightful an image as that is,” Astarion offered, the hand not bracing his cock grasping Sekh’s hip and ass, nails poking into the skin, “I’d prefer it if it was you .”
He pushed into Sekh then, had the drow tipping his head back, giving a very pleased moan. There was no way that anyone within earshot would think the moan was anything it wasn’t- and there were definitely people just around the corner of the building. There was always someone mulling about outside Sharress’s Caress.
“No one feels like you,” Astarion whispered, as he rocked his hips, Sekh’s hands pressed flat to the wall. The drow turned his cheek, let it press to the rough, cool surface, mouth falling open as he moaned again, Astarion hitting all of the sweet spots inside him, the position making him feel tight . “No one looks as good as you do in my lap, pet.”
Sekh pushed his hips back, his belly tight with need. “Oh?” he managed, even as his breath wanted to come ragged already. Perhaps he’d been a bit more worked up watching Astarion flirt so easily with everyone he came across, that evening.
Perhaps the thought of his vampling finding pleasure, even if it wasn’t with him, had set him teetering on edge just a bit too much.
“Would I be facing you?” Sekh managed, a groan catching in his throat, “my thighs doing all the work until they burn ? Or would I have my legs around your waist and you simply fucked up into my waiting cunt?”
Astarion grunted, gritted his teeth- and Sekh felt him tremble. The hand that had once braced his cock was rubbing along Sekh’s hip, as if despite his thrusting he still had too much energy inside him and needed to move .
“Or would you rather I face away from you? Lean forward with my hands on the floor so you can watch my pussy take you ?”
“Nine hells Sekh, do you want me to come?” Sekh laughed, couldn’t stop himself.
“Actually yes , Starshine. I do . Especially if you get your fingers on my clit.” Astarion moved the hand that was tracing Sekh’s hip without further instruction, slipping it around him and rubbing quickly over his clit. Sekh groaned, let his eyes slip shut as Astarion began to lose his rhythm. He didn’t mind , never did, if Astarion came first.
And the vampire did, a moment later, face buried in Sekh’s neck, whimpering his name as his hips jerked quickly, before they stilled. His hand stilled on Sekh’s clit as well, but Sekh bit back the frustrated little whine, let Astarion take the pleasure he needed from him. When he felt Astarion sag into him, still pinning him to the wall, he smiled .
“Better?” Sekh asked, as Astarion nuzzled his skin, the arousal turning into an affection the vampire didn’t even try to hide.
“Almost,” he whispered, and Sekh felt his fingers suddenly moving again. He gasped, as Astarion pressed an affectionate kiss to the nap of his neck. “It will be all better once you see bliss too, darling.”
He hadn’t pulled out yet- and even if his erection was diminishing, Sekh was still pleased to have Astarion inside him. It gave his cunt something to clench around, as his pleasure built. It was with Astarion’s name on his tongue and lips that he came, his vampire still pressed into his neck, huffing his little encouragements, his little yes pet that’s it and there you go, come on love, just come .
Astarion played with his clit until Sekh was squirming, the stimulation too much. Astarion pulled his hand back then, fully pulling out of Sekh. In the moment of silence that followed, Sekh knew he was taking him in- chest pressed to the wall, ass pushed out- cunt pink, soaked , and gods , could he see his cum, the mess he had made?
Sekh almost wanted him to, but also wanted to keep it all inside him. There was just something delightful about being filled by Astarion.
There was a rustle of clothing, and then Astarion’s hands pulling Sekh’s clothing up, over the swell of his hips. Sekh straightened up, took over the intricate lacing along his hip, as Astarion smoothed his own hair back.
He couldn’t hide the color to his cheeks, though, or that satisfied gleam in his eye. Nor could he seem to stop smiling .
“If we go back in there,” Sekh pointed out, “ everyone is going to know we just fucked.” Astarion gave him a questioning look, and Sekh utterly beamed . “It’s written all over your face.” The flush that had already been present deepened slightly on Astarion’s face, and Sekh chuckled, reached for his arm and took it, leaning his cheek on his shoulder. “So, how about it? Back inside for another glass of wine and some commentary on the patrons before we head home? Because,” Sekh paused, licked his lips, “I am more than happy for everyone to know that I’m the one that got you all to myself, desperate and rutting out in the dark.”
“Who am I to deny you that?” Astarion asked, and Sekh straightened, happy to walk with him back around the brothel. He was sure, even if they kept their hands to themselves- which was highly unlikely - the night was going to be joyous.