for that simmer under the skin

[deerna]

Rating: NSFW
Fandom: baldur's gate
Relationship: nymea/staeve
Tags: cunnilingus, hair-pulling
Wordcount: 657
Notes: nymea belongs to nubstarion, staeve belongs to MAF

Summary:
a story about staeve doing what he loves the most, but with a different bratty vampire, for a change.

Excerpt:

“Oooo, big words. Where did you learn them?”

“Between your boyfriend’s legs, because he actually shuts up and lets me blow him in peace, instead of constantly sassing me.”

She jutted her chin at him. “If it bothers you so much, you shut me up, then.”

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Staeve was enjoying himself. He’d been working his way up Nymea’s wonderful legs for a few moments now, peppering the skin of her velvety-soft thighs in gentle kisses; he could feel her patience running out in the way her muscles twitched, like she wanted to squeeze him between her knees, and in the way her claw-tipped fingers tightened around the roots of his hair. The tingle across his scalp was delicious, and it was sending little shivers down his back, but it was also very, very distracting, and Staeve was a man with a plan.

“Stop pulling on my hair, you impatient brat,” he scolded her, glaring up with an exaggerated frown. “I’m working.”

Nymea was not impressed. She just grinned down at him, tilting her head and poking her fangs over her bottom lip, stark white against her dark lipstick. A peak of tongue traced the outline of her mouth, before she pushed it against her cheek from inside, impertinent and victorious. “You like it.”

Of course he liked it. That was not the point. “Lies. Slander. Defamation.”

“Oooo, big words. Where did you learn them?”

“Between your boyfriend’s legs, because he actually shuts up and lets me blow him in peace, instead of constantly sassing me.”

She jutted her chin at him. “If it bothers you so much, you shut me up, then.”

Staeve sighed, pulled back to get on his haunches, and pounced. Nymea squealed and then melted under him, welcoming and expectant. He kissed her deeply, locking them together until he was certain she was going to stay quiet. He caressed down her body, enjoying the fullness of her breasts, the softness of her stomach, the wetness of her cunt. He briefly, easily opened up with his fingers, just to give her a taste. She didn’t waste any time to rake her nails down his back in response, making him hiss. There was never pleasure without pain, with this vampire.

“Be good and let me do my thing,” Staeve murmured, giving her mouth one last peck before letting her drop back against the cushions.

She blinked up at him, hooded-eyed and dazed and pouty. “Do the thing, then. No more teasing.”

Staeve laughed, as he settled back between her knees. “But the teasing is the best part! Are you going to ruin all my fun?” He nipped at her thigh, and he got a heel between his shoulder blades for his trouble. “Ow.”

“No teasing, I said!” she ordered, imperious and whiny.

“I’m surrounded by spoiled princesses.” He traced the seam between her pelvis and thigh with an affectionate thumb, and dove his face between her legs.

He was vaguely aware of Nymea moaning somewhere above him, but he was most aware of her hands burying themselves back in his hair, the smattering of pleasure-pain that were the points of her nails in his scalp, the sudden warmth-tickle of her fingertips finding the secretly sensitive spot behind his ears as she went to look for his piercings to pull and rub at them. His cock felt heavy, twitching against his own leg, but he palmed himself distractedly only to soothe the worst of the urgency, before he put all his focus back to Nymea. He breathed her in, lost in the slight ache of his own half-open jaw, in the sensations against his tongue and his fingers, the wet curl and slide of flesh and skin.

He licked her through her orgasm, and allowed her to push and pull him wherever she pleased, as she chased the last shocks of relief. His mind was quiet and fuzzy, the slight simmer of unresolved pleasure making his skin warm and pleasant. He pressed his lips to her belly, just below her navel, and let her pull him into an open-mouthed kiss.

She squished his cheeks in one hand, wiping something from his chin.

“Well, my turn now.”

Staeve just grinned, and let himself be devoured.