Somewhat Clear

deerna
somewhatclear

Rating: NSFW
Fandom: baldur's gate
Relationship: astarion/staeve
Tags: rimming
Wordcount: 620
Notes: staeve belongs to MAF. inspired to the illustration in this post

Summary:

Excerpt:

“What does it say?”

“Who knows!” Astarion exclaimed, playfully turning his head away to hide his smile. “I’m full of secrets.”

“Come onnnn…” Staeve insisted, nuzzling him harder.

Astarion burst into laughter. “Alright, alright.” He grabbed Staeve’s face gently, before planting a quick kiss right on his mouth. “It says – if you're reading this, you got lucky,” he paraphrased easily, a purr in his voice.

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“Embroidered underwear?” Staeve wondered, laughter in his voice, as his hands peeled the garment away and off from Astarion's ass. “Cheeky.”

Astarion chuckled, and rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. You don't even know what it says, do you?”

He almost forgot about it, himself. He didn't even remember what had driven him to design that particular project, but it never failed to make him snicker when he caught sight of it.

“Not a fucking clue,” Staeve admitted cheerfully, pushing his face against Astarion’s, as affectionate as a cat. “What does it say?”

“Who knows!” Astarion exclaimed, playfully turning his head away to hide his smile. “I’m full of secrets.”

“Come onnnn…” Staeve insisted, nuzzling him harder.

Astarion burst into laughter. “Alright, alright.” He grabbed Staeve’s face gently, before planting a quick kiss right on his mouth. “It says – if you're reading this, you got lucky,” he paraphrased easily, a purr in his voice.

Staeve grinned, looking ridiculous with his cheeks squished in Astarion's hand. “I might not be reading that, but I sure feel like I did get lucky,” he joked, giving an appreciative squeeze to Astarion’s ass.

Astarion jumped, gasping at the accidental friction of the sheet under him against his already sensitive cock. “Show me how lucky you’re getting, then.”

Staeve's mouth was warm and soft at the back of his neck, at his shoulders. By now he knew how careful he had to be around his back — but Astarion’s impatience simmered, while sensation built all over his skin and in his groin despite the simple stimulation.

“Darling,” he pleaded, shifting under his lover’s attentions.

A kiss at the base of his spine was all the warning Astarion got, before he felt Staeve's hands spreading him, and his hot mouth pressed up right against his hole.

He almost shouted — more out of surprise than anything — and then he forgot to be shocked, nerves coming alight with pleasure at every flick of Staeve's tongue. His lover's knuckles gently pressed up against the soft skin behind his balls and Astarion moaned.

“Please,” he begged incoherently, hands clutching the bedding. “Please.”

“Your words, love,” Staeve reminded him, nipping at his ass, one finger rubbing against his rim. “Please what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

Staeve didn't waste time before lining himself up, and pushing inside.

Astarion groaned, his head falling forward, his spine arching to meet the angle of Staeve's hips just so. He let himself enjoy the fluid rhythm of his lover chasing his own pleasure — his arm wrapping around Astarion’s waist, pulling them closer, back to chest; the snap of his pelvis, the roll of his body, the warm gasping against Astarion's neck — before reaching down and going after his own climax.

He was immediately rewarded by Staeve wrapping a hand around his—and then something flipped deep inside his chest.

“Staeve,” he whispered, suddenly uncertain.

“I got you.” Staeve's voice resonated against his back, through his ribcage. Close. Safe. Threaded through with pleasure, with affection. “Let go, love. I got you.”

Staeve held him as Astarion shook through his orgasm, pleasure blooming at the base of his spine, making his limbs twitch. He was vaguely aware of Staeve following right after, the clench of Astarion's body around him just enough to push him over the edge.

They flopped down the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, shifting as they tried to cling harder to each other, hands carding through each other's hair, noses buried in each other's necks.

As he felt Staeve's hand cupping the back of his head, sweet nonsense muttered against his skin to lull him into trance, Astarion thought that maybe the one who had gotten lucky — for the first time in his life — was him.