somewhatclear | favorite pastimes

Rating: NSFW
Fandom: baldur's gate
Relationship: astarion/halsin/staeve
Tags: accidental voyeurism, oral sex
Wordcount: 315
Notes: written for smut sunday at MAF's cult. staeve belongs to maf

Summary:
the one where halsin wakes up and catches staeve pleasuring astarion in his favourite way

Excerpt:

Halsin only had to turn his head slightly to be welcomed by the sight of Astarion’s body melting upon the furs, head thrown back and curls spilling over the pillow.

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Halsin had been in the middle of trancing, when he was pulled back to the surface of consciousness by a muffled moan. Brief alarm tensed his muscles — the unfortunate events of the past few weeks had quickly taught him to keep an ear out for pained sounds — and then another moan, sweeter, and even more hastily muffled, followed.

Pleasure.

He only had to turn his head slightly to be welcomed by the sight of Astarion’s body melting upon the furs, head thrown back and curls spilling over the pillow. His mouth had fallen open in not-quite-silent gasps of bliss, the back of his hand pressed uselessly against his lips to try and stifle them; his eyes were screwed shut against a wave of pleasure, so tightly he almost looked like he was in pain.

His other hand was buried in Staeve’s hair, who was lying on his stomach between Astarion’s spread legs and unhurriedly pressed kisses to the inside of his thighs, at the juncture of his pelvis, up the length of his cock. Halsin watched Staeve’s eyes go half lidded, skin flushing with contentment and arousal, as he took all of Astarion in his mouth with a smooth dip of his head, making Astarion moan again.

Halsin couldn’t keep himself from smiling. Among the numerous lovers he had the pleasure to have during the many years of his long life, he had yet to meet a man that loved giving head as much as Staeve did.

The half-drow pulled off, lazily dragged his tongue around the crown of Astarion’s cock, teasingly mouthed and pulled at the loose skin with his lips. A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth when Astarion’s hand dug harder in his scalp; it was then, as Staeve was looking up to check on Astarion’s expression, that Halsin met his gaze.

Staeve’s smile grew wider, and he winked.