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Rating: NSFW
Fandom: baldur's gate
Relationship: astarion/multi, astarion/cazador
Tags: breeding bench, non-con drug use, aphrodisiacs, bodily fluids, non-con bondage, public humiliation, public scene, consent issues, ankle cuffs, hair-pulling, bad bdsm
Wordcount: 100 / 100 on AO3
Notes: prompt: breeding bench
Summary:
Excerpt:
Memory clings to Astarion’s brain—bending over the bench, a cold hand between his shoulder-blades.
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Fluids cling to Astarion’s skin—time trickling out of his ear, spit pooling in the grooves of his spine, semen dripping out of his hole, down his legs. Numb ankles and numb wrists, sensation lost in the flowery taste of the drug coating his throat.
Memory clings to Astarion’s brain—bending over the bench, a cold hand between his shoulder-blades; legs kicked open, leather cuffs secured around his limbs, the pull and the ache. The stretch and burn of fingers inside him.
Touch clings to Astarion’s scalp—a gloved hand, a brisk pull to his curls. A single order. Behave.