Missy 💗

His fingers dig into your skin, only making you buck harder. His other hand is draped over his face as he tries to keep his composure. He can’t be shown up like this, not by his buddies cute girlfriend.

But then, you tease his tip at your entrance, circling your hips so he can feel how soaked you are, how ready you are for another round, he lets out a gutteral groan that simmers into a choked whine when you easily take him down to the base once again.

How the hell are you still going? It doesn’t make any sense but he’s far too prideful to stop you even when his balls might just be empty and his cock might be rubbed raw.

The sounds of slick slapping is interrupted by a phone ringing and you slow your hips just a little to pick it up when you see the caller id.

“Hey, babe. How was your flight?”

The orc under you gives a grunt and holds your hips down firmly, keeping you in place. You moan, trying to get just a little friction but he won’t let you.

“Yeah, do you wanna talk to him?”

You wrench one hand from your hip to place the phone in his grasp. He lets out a pained sigh, almost a whine when you start circling your hips again before placing the phone to his ear in defeat.

“You lied to me.”

You hear your boyfriend laugh from the phone speaker and your hips buck involuntarily, your hand flying to your clit. His voice is crackly and fuzzy,

“You didn't say– ah fuck.”

“I didn’t say it would be easy.”

You know he can hear your moans, can probably tell you're close just from hearing his voice. Your hips move faster and you only grow louder knowing he loves the fact that he can make you feel good even while being hours away, even while you fuck yourself on someone else's cock.

The phone falls out of the orc's hand as your walls grip around him, his tip twitching against your cervix, his fingers leaving bruises on your skin.

The way he fails to keep in his pained sounds, the way his stomach clenches and his thighs twitch in overstimulation, anyone could tell he’s spent.

The few little spurts of cum that his poor cock manages to release into you make you huff in disappointment. Never mind that you’re already filled to the brim, never mind that you’ve ruined the bed with how much cum is spilling out of your pussy, you want more.

You reach for your phone, watching your boyfriend's dear friend catch his breath, his eyes screwed shut as his cock twitches achingly, still snug inside you. You whisper into the receiver,

“Do you think any of your other friends are free?”

There’s a weak groan and a static laugh.

Halsin had been carrying the weight of the Shadowcurse for over a century, now he'd finally been able to lessen it's hold and rescue his childhood friend from a terrible fate. There was almost a glow about him as he sat nursing his only glass.

He looked a little lost at times, almost in mild shock. As though he couldn't quite believe what had happened.

Tav smiled warmly, they wondered what was in store for Halsin Silverbough.

They'd been brushing out Shadowheart's hair for 45 minutes to redo her hair ready for tomorrow's foray into Shar's Gauntlet, down to find the Nightsong.

Finally, the brush glided through her long raven locks with ease.

"There, that's half the battle won already. Ketheric will be a walk in the park after dealing with your tenday's long hair." Tav jested, brushing her hair up into a ponytail.

"Oh, shut up you," she threw with failed derision, "I would have done it myself, but you offered." She shrugged, taking a sip of wine.

"Oh, yes. Forlornly calling out that you wanted to gussy yourself for Shar, only.. alas! You can't remember how to do your hair. The pinnacle of passive aggressive whinging." Astarion threw across the fire, nursing his own goblet.

"Well, you're the expert." Shadowheart countered, illiciting a jeering reaction from the group.

"Ooh, she's got you there Fangs!" Karlach nudged his shoulder with her elbow, a little too forcefully. Astarion rubbed yelped and rubbed his shoulder.

"What do you mean? When I'm unhappy, I come right out and say it. I don't waste time beating around the bush."

"Correct, but your continued and incessant complaints regarding self-cleanliness in this wilderness are tiresome." Lae'zel sneered.

"Not to play devil's advocate, Lae'zel but I have to agree with Astarion on this one. Trying to maintain any kind of a bathing routine whilst braving these perilous lands is a task most impossible to undertake." Gale retorted, holding his hands up in gesture.

"Well, now that Thaniel and Oliver are restored, these lands will flourish once more when nature takes it's course. Oakfather willing." Halsin did his customary gesture.

"I don't really mind, and you've been a very good model sitting here without whining." Tav stated, tying off her hair and pulling it tight but comfortable, "it reminds me of my childhood, we'd spend hours brushing and braiding each other's hair. It was practice for when we'd be braiding those in ceremony."

"Ah yes, the braids of your people are intricate indeed." Wyll nodded, "I've met a few with the most complicated of braidwork, it's very impressive."

"Well, I was never good enough to braid those. It's more about the smaller victories that I specialise in. Smaller and more personal to the individual." They explained, twisting her hair to make it more manageable to thread through her hair adornment.

"Smaller victories?" Lae'zel narrowed her eyes with a curious tilt.

Shadowheart handed Tav her silver adornment, "Yes, they can be anything really. Anything that the person overcame; hardships, trials, successes, even failures."

"Your people celebrate failure? Bah. Mediocrity must be cleansed-"

"-Cleansed, yes we know what the Gith think about all of that. Despite this apparently fatal flaw, my people are great warriors, Lae'zel." Tav interceded, threading Shadowheart's hair through the chains to secure the hair piece.

"I know this. You have shown yourself distinguished in battle many times." Lae'zel insisted, frowning in the way she did.

"And yet, I'm not your 'typical' warrior. I'm valued because of the strengths I do have, not shunned for the ones I don't. My people embrace failure without shame, or repulsion because it takes more from a person to admit their mistakes, than to admit their success."

A hush fell over the group as Tav's words sank in. A few uncomfortable shuffles echoed around the group.

"I feel like there was more I could do to help the Tiefling refugees. I should have done more." Wyll said, breaking the silence.

"That's not a failure, that's a regret. Regrets are useless, Wyll. They keep us from seeing the good. You taught those children enough to survive that attack. You told Umi it's about giving him enough time to escape and they did. So, I'd count that as a success." Tav replied, smiling. Wyll took a stuttered inhale, surprised by their perspective.

"I failed to stop the Shadowcurse, it shouldn't have come to this." Halsin admitted, a pained expression on his face.

"You failed to kill Ketheric Thorm but so did many others that day. But you, my friend," Tav leaned to rest a firm hand on his muscular shoulder, "are the only reason it's ended now."

"If it had not been for you-"

"-Then you would have found a way. Your failure, is now your triumph, Halsin. This pain that has clouded you for a century, is finally done." Tav jolted him hard to emphasise their point, then scanned his hair, "I need to give you a new braid."

His head jerked to look up, hazel green eyes wide, "I did not think-"

"You need two; one for your failing, one for your victory. We are defined by both and must wear them proudly. If you'll permit me?" Tav paused, seeking consent.

They allowed the revelation to seep inward. The tenants of their people were often the cause of deep realisations regarding the self. Even when those people were as wise as Halsin.

"You would honour me." His warm, kind eyes brimmed with the threat of tears but he stoically swallowed them down.

~~~

The evening passed in reflective revelry, the gang admitted many deep seated secrets that had shamed them. It bonded them further, in a way that was Tadpole-free. By the end, Tav would need to braid all of their friends.

Lae'zel touched the fresh re-plaiting Tav had done for her, adding another to symbolise her small achievement of befriending Istiki. She seemed pleased.

Halsin had peeled away from the fire a short while ago but hadn't returned. Tav hoped that they hadn't caused him hurt by what they had said.

After such a long time of carrying this burden, taking a step back and looking at the situation in it's entirety after being so intrinsically entwined with it.. blinded within it.. would take time.

But they'd meant every word. He was an incredible man. And they hoped he saw that in himself.

Eventually, everyone resigned to their bedrolls. A goodnight hug from Karlach, Wyll, Gale and surprisingly Shadowheart, a pat on the shoulder from Astarion, and the usual nod from Lae'zel, imparted with more warmth than before.

"You can feed on me again tonight, let me just go check on where Halsin's got to." Tav gently patted Astarion's arm.

"I appreciate that. Unless I want to eat cow, there's nothing around here."

"Cow can be delicious but not in the way you experience taste, I'll bet."

"Ugh, no. Livestock taste - ugh - well, you can imagine." He curled his lip in disgust.

Tav laughed, "If they taste as bad as they smell, I think I can."

~~~

After very little searching, Tav found Halsin by the lakeside, just inside Isobel's protection. There seemed to be a large, silver basin in front of him.

He was naked from the waist up, revealing his impossibly muscled physique. Tav gasped. They'd obviously seen his barely contained body in his Druidic armour, but laid bare in front of them like this, their mouth had suddenly run dry, yet salivated hungrily simultaneously.

His hair looked longer, almost freer, as he took the basin over his head with ease and poured it over his hair.

Again, Tav gasped and a pooling of lust hit low in their belly watching this mountain of an Elf drench himself in water.

Halsin placed the basin back on the rock and pinched the water out of his eyes. He shook with an exhale, squeezing out the excess water from his hair and caught Tav's gaze.

Immediately feeling foolish, Tav jerked themselves out of their stupor and waved nonchalantly, making their way down to him. Halsin returned with a half wave as he wiped his face down with his hand.

"I didn't see you there, didn't realise anyone else was awake." He smiled brightly, towering half naked and beautiful.

Tav returned the smile, "I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"You were concerned for me?" He sounded surprised.

"Of course, I understand that what I said might have been quite a lot to digest before one sleeps. I wanted to see that you were well, and rested."

Halsin's brows pulsed together but his expression remained warm, "It has been quite some time since someone checked to make sure I was rested but I promise you, I'm perfectly fine."

"I didn't mean to offend, or speak out of turn. The Shadowcurse has superceded everything else in your life and having that finally lifted from your burdens-"

Halsin held up a large paw to silence them, "Hush now, you did not speak out of turn. In fact, you spoke more truth than I've heard in a long time. A redeeming quality of yours.." he trailed off, with an intense stare.

"I'm glad to not offend, because I don't regret what I said. What you've achieved today will change the course of this land forever, for good this time."

"I must admit, it is a strange feeling to see hope sprout anew in these lands, after so much darkness." He mused, looking to the spot he'd brought Thaniel through from the Shadowfell.

Tav thought on the fierce battle for the portal, the desperate need to keep Halsin safe. The sheer relief that flooded them when they saw him return with Thaniel unconscious in his strong arms.

They stole a glance at him while he looked out towards the water. He truly was beautiful.

The strong line of his scarred jaw, the definition of his muscles, the uncharacteristic growth of chest hair dark against his sun-kissed skin. The lingering droplets of water chasing each other down the contours of his torso and into the damp waistband of his camp clothes.

Tav swallowed. Halsin was obviously a stunningly attractive man, but the energy and presence that exuded from his very soul was intoxicating; His strength, his compassion, his bravery and his boundless capacity for goodness and hope-

He'd taken out his braids.

Tav blinked twice, then glanced down to the empty silver basin and now what they saw to be soaps, glass bottles and tubs.

"What are you doing down here, Halsin?" They asked, plainly.

He blinked, returning his gaze to them, "Well, I had hoped to commemorate this occasion, as you suggested. That you would honour me with a new braid. However, my cleanliness has not been the top priority these last days and my hair is seldom touched by anyone but me. It required some attending to." He chose his words delicately. It made Tav laugh.

"Would you like some help?"

"I think I have imposed enough on your good will for one day. Although, I must admit, I do not know anything about hair care." He admitted with a chuckle.

"Well, I see you come fully stocked." They motioned to the jars, picking them up to read the labels.

"I spoke to Isobel about blessing some water so that I may bathe, one of the Harpers kindly gave me some of their own poltices and potions to use."

Tav opened a container to gauge the consistency, Halsin also reaching for a bottle. They took a sniff of the thick, white poltice and found it to be coconut.

"Ah, this is to soften and strengthen hair. Plus it smells divine." They offered Halsin to smell the balm, to which he let out a hum of agreement.

"This is an oil. To help with hair?" He said shrugging his shoulders and unstoppering it, the scent of lavender and rosemary strong on the air.

Tav nodded in agreement, "That's for the scalp as well as the hair. A scalp massage is unlike anything else for relaxation."

"Is that so?" Halsin asked with a playful lilt.

"It is so. Would you like a scalp massage? I am very proficient in them." Tav boasted, taking the oil bottle Halsin offered.

"Another of your many talents." He admired in a low register. Another intense gaze burned them in place.

"Well, in order for me to braid you, your hair must be in a good condition. If you'll allow me?" They gestured for him to sit.

"Now? Here?" He asked.

"Where else could be better than at the site of your achievement?" Tav posited, gesturing to the jutting rock.

Halsin turned down his lips and nodded in agreement, "I can't argue with that."

They both settled on the rocks, Halsin sat lower down in front of Tav's crossed legs. Tav rolled his camp shirt to place against the rock to afford Halsin more comfort, to which he rewarded them with another warm smile.

Once they were both in position, Tav pushed their sleeves up, "Tilt your head back for me." Halsin dutifully acquiesced, and they poured a good helping of the rosemary and lavender oil, assuring that it didn't drip.

"That smells wonderful." Halsin said through a smile.

"That it does," Tav agreed, flexing their fingers against Halsin's scalp in small circles, "It should feel even better." They returned with a smirk.

"Ooh, that it does." He mimicked, after a few moments of groans.

Tav proceeded with the scalp massage, fingers practised and strong, offering healing and relaxation for body and mind.

They saw the tension in his shoulders ripple away and he sank lower into the feeling, "You can rest your head against my legs if you'd like." They offered. A normal suggestion in these circumstances but this time it felt far more loaded.

They'd given hundreds of these kinds of treatments but this time felt different, important.. charged.

Wordlessly, Halsin sank back into them. The back of his neck resting on their crossed calves, as they continued their practice. His handsome face was contented.. at peace, as he gently lay on them.

Tav watched the small changes in his expression as their fingers worked their magic. His brows would flex, his closed eyelids would stretch as though his eyes were rolling back in his head.

Tav employed the subtle use of their nails to awaken the scalp for regeneration, raking them across his head. Halsin's jaw tensed and he let out a low rumble that sounded not quite human but it made their stomach tumble over uncomfortably.

"Apologies," Halsin's voice came out slightly breathlessly, "This is feeling quite good, and my grip over the animal within can be tenuous at times. I hope it doesn't frighten you." He opened his eyes to look up at them, his incomparable green hazel eyes shadowed with lashes and uncertainty.

"You could never frighten me, Halsin. You make me feel safe, protected. Never afraid." Tav spoke in a hushed tone and moved their thumbs to massage the worry lines that appeared there, "You are immense and powerful and you deserve to feel good."

"Mm, you make me feel good. Very good." Halsin licked his bottom lip and took a shaky breath.

Tav paused to add more oil to their hands, rubbing them together and gliding their full width to smooth his hair down. Then tossing his hair from side to side to work their way to the underside to massage the back of his neck.

Halsin groaned at the force of their fingers, "Tav, that feels quite extraordinary. You have a real talent for this." He let out a breathy chuckle.

"I'm not even started yet, Bear man." They teased, "You'll be practically unconscious by the time I'm finished with you." The tinge of unintentional sexual energy peppered their words, as they pushed the muscles of his neck under their hands.

"Bear man?" He shot out a laugh, "We shall both be exhausted after this, I'll wager."

"I've been doing this for many years, I could do this for hours." They braced into their strength and worked the heel of their palms hard, down into the extremely tight musculature of his shoulders.

Halsin let out a shuddering yelp, then a rumble paired with a gasp, "That.. was unfair."

"You're wound tighter than a Patrirar's arse, Halsin. You need to relax."

He sat up a little, pushing against the force.

"Oh, and how would you suggest I do that, when you're burying your fingers into my shoulders? Gods." He strained through gritted teeth.

"Besides a massage? A bath, masturbation, meditation, booze? There are lots of fun ways to unwind." Tav smirked, thumbs working over his wound muscles.

"All sound suggestions, apart from masturbation. That would be a tad inappropriate, don't you agree?" His tone was light and dark at the same time, it curled a devious smile to Tav's lips.

Their eyes flitted down to Halsin's crotch subconsciousally, only to almost choke at the sight of the thick snake straining against the fabric.

The aroma of arousal suffused around them, now turned to a thick smog, covering them unabashedly.

It gripped Tav low in their belly and held them by the throat, their own desire throbbing between their legs.

They folded themselves over him and leaned to whisper in his ear, their firm hands gliding down the strong plains of his chest.

They had never been good at being coy.

"Halsin. I would love you to touch yourself while I massage you. I would love to hear the sweet sounds of your pleasure and satisfaction, as we celebrate this together. To see you, to hear you. To bless this with an act of self love." Their lips caught on the hard edges of his Elvish ears, and he shuddered beneath them, his muscles bunching under their palms.

"You would?" He muttered, swallowing thickly.

"To see your beauty laid bare to me in such an intimate and scared act, yes I would.." They hummed into the shell of his ear.

He stretched his head back, pulling his lips back and baring fangs for a split second.

"Show that you're free of this regret, that it holds you no longer. Own this. Take this moment as yours. Praise the Gods with your surrender and pleasure."

Halsin huffed out an unsteady breath and began unfastening his trousers until his large, thick erection jutted free, sprouting from dark hair.

Tav eyed his cock hungrily with trepidation and intrigue, the image of Halsin buried deep inside them flashing before their eyes. The ghost of the stretch around him clenched their sex, filling their mouth saliva.

"Is this truly what you want?" Halsin asked, his large hand waiting in a fist on his toned thigh.

"If you mean to ask; is this an appropriate scenario for two friends to participate in, then no, it's probably not."

His fist squeezed tightly in frustration, as he sighed.

"I thought not." He said bitterly through tight lips.

"However, I was never one to follow rules." They moaned through a grin, as they flicked the tip of their tongue across his earlobe, nipping lightly with their teeth.

The air from Halsin's lungs whooshed out, as he slammed his to grip the back of their head, the other placed on their's across his heart. He fisted their hair, as he writhed against their suckling of his sensitive ears.

He pulled on their thickest braid, desire tugged them deeper with every follicle. Tav's eyes rolled back as they moaned, open-mouthed. Halsin trembled out a repressed groan, biting down on his lip and closing his eyes.

"Silvanus forgive me." He whined, sliding his hand from their hair, finally allowing himself the freedom to touch his twitching, weeping cock.

"No, 'Silvanus bless me'," Tav corrected, as they slid their oiled hand from under his grasp and held his forearm across his chest. They looked up, passed the moon barrier, to the sky, "Silvanus, bare witness to your faithful servant. Bless this act of devotion."

"Yes.. yes." He uttered, head sliding to their shoulder, cradled into their embrace. His huffed, hot breath jagged against their jaw.

Tav looked down to watch him pump his cock mercilessly, the beading precum that had leaked coating the blows. They swallowed his gasps and moans as he pushed against them.

Suddenly, the cold night of the shadows were ushered away, replaced by the sensation of sunlight and the smell of the trees and fresh earth. Tav could taste the juice of the fruits bore and the brilliance of light shining.

Tav smiled joyfully, bathed in the light of Halsin's God.

The All-Father was here with them.

"Do you feel-" He barely managed through gasps. They nodded against the sweat of his skin.

"Silvanus sees you, Halsin," they breathed, an irreverent smile across their face.

They heard words that had no source booming through their mind, they knew the meaning and listened.

"He has felt your faith and love. Your devotion and dedication to him and to the task of freeing these lands. He has found you deserving of his blessings. He granted you passage to retrieve Thaniel because he knew that you are worthy."

The divine words came out without thought, as tears slid down their cheeks.

"Thank you, Oakfather.. but.. none of this.. would have been possible.. without Tav." He keened, grip on his throbbing cock intensifying, "Bless them, Silvanus. Bless them."

The swell of the divine enhanced tenfold. Tav wept at the radiance coursing through them. The heat, the force.. it was indescribable. Incomparable.

"We would have been lost without you. All would have been lost without you." A low whimper rang from the back of his throat, as they kissed his markings.

The voice thundered inside their head once more, words of affirmation and benevolent boon. Tav gasped, their vision blinded by light, their lips rounded into a serene smile.

"You are the catalyst, Halsin. You are the might that wrenches away the rot, you are the sunlight and water to feed the earth.. Yours is the seed that brings new life."

Their other hand came down to grasp at his forearm, feeling the furious movement of Halsin's joy. Halsin yelped, gulping moans as he pumped his massive cock in abandon, thumping his strong hips to meet every stroke.

"I'm-I'm.." He choked, his jaw clenching, rhythm erratic.

"Yes, Halsin. Spread your fertile seed upon this land.." The feeling of the divine power crescendoing in their head.

"Silvanus.. Silvanus.." He struggled, "Bless me.."

Halsin convulsed and spasmed, roaring as he climaxed in hard, thick shoots of cum, spilling over the cold, grey earth beneath him. He jerked and strained, as he spurted thick and full, spattering the grass.

Tav held him close, guiding him through his orgasm, soothing him with sweet words, until his white seed wept down the sides of his softening member.

Still panting heavily, he licked his dry lips and removed his grip from his trembling cock; the remnants of his elation coating his fingers.

Tav's hand slid up his forearm in delicious abandon, bringing his hand to their mouth and greedily licking his cum off his fingers. Halsin hummed in appreciation of their enthusiasm.

Suddenly, the night was cold again, the warmth of divine embrace ended. However, heat rolled of Halsin in waves, chasing away the chill.

Several moments stretched between them, their breath still calming; both needing a moment to recompose. Tav moved their fingers to his temples and wound them in strong circles, Halsin exhaled long and slow.

Tav was reeling. Their body wrung out, their ears ringing. It had not been the first time a God had spoken to them but it was certainly the first time they acted as messenger for a God, especially for one that wasn't their own. They weren't even sure it had ever happened before, and especially not during such a sexual explicit act.

It was incredible.

"That was.." Halsin eventually began.

"..I know." Tav finished, as they carded their hands through his hair.

"What do we do now?" He asked, cock large and limp against his taut belly. An uncomfortable air of something akin to shame tinged his voice.

"We continue the celebration." Tav smiled, picking up the poultice beside them, smoothing it into Halsin's semi-dry, oiled mane of hair.

Wordlessly time spanned before them, as Tav slowly worked through his tangled hair. The coconut poultice soaked into the mess and loosened the knots, the scents of lavender, rosemary and coconut dancing together on the silent air.

Nothing stirred, apart from Halsin's soothed groans and the sounds of the brush through untangling hair.

"Did you feel it too?" He asked, uncertainly.

"Silvanus?" Tav clarified.

"Yes. I've heard his words before but that was.. different." He said, gravely. He sat taller removing himself from their touch, "I took advantage of the situation. I have been without the touch of another for some time now and I sullied this act of friendship with my own desires-"

"-Hush now," Tav murmured, gently pulling back into their chest, "You did not sully anything, nor take advantage of anyone." They kneaded their cheek into his to offer comfort.

"Silvanus was able to speak through me because I opened myself to you and by extension, to him. Put aside these fears. I wanted this too." Tav reassured him, grazing his cheek with the back of their hand. Halsin turned his head, nuzzling slightly and rested his hand on theirs, with another warm smile.

"That is good to hear. Thank you, my friend."

Tav laid their chin upon his head and pressed a small kiss there. A happy moment surrounded them both.

Conversation flowed easily between the two, now that the air had been cleared.

Tav brushed his hair through, with a modicum of difficulty, then sectioned his hair and retied the braids that had previously existed with Halsin's guidance. While he regaled the story of how the Shadowlands had come to be, Ketheric Thorm, Shar, the Harpers and Druids coming together. Fierce battles, death, terror, success, hubris and finally how he'd dedicated his life to the eradication of this curse.

Tav was just finishing the last braid, the one commorating his achievement.

"I've spent this last hundred years of my life in persuit of this goal, forsaking most everything else. Now that it's nearly done, I do not know. I-I feel.. hollowed.. aimless. Like I am without purpose. Apart from helping you with your tadpole, of course." He added with a incline of his head.

"Is that why you're helping us? To feel like you still have a mission?" Tav asked, curious.

The only reason he'd come to Moonrise with them in the first place was to get closer to the Curse. It would make sense that he would return to the Grove, now that that part was complete.

"Gods no, never think that. I'm here with you till the end, regardless of what comes next. You have aided me in ways I could never repay, there's not a chance I'll abandon you now." He said firmly.

"But you mustn't need to feel like you owe us anything, there's no-"

Halsin reached across himself to grab their arm, and with a fluidity becoming of an Elf, he slowly turned to face them.

His earthen eyes looked up at them with a fierceness and urgency that stopped their thoughts.

"My friend, I have lived a very long time. Many lifetimes of others. But I have never met anyone quite like you before. Your bravery, your warmth, your valour. You are unique," his big, warm hands covered theirs with ease as he edged closer, "and I am yours, for as long as you need me. Against Ketheric, against the Absolute.. everything."

Tav swallowed. The radiant energy flowing from his heart was almost unbearable to withstand. They felt themselves drawn to him, leaning in. Halsin followed.

The distance between them seemed miles and nothing at all, as they were pulled together. His eyes focused on their lips, head tilting to accommodate their impending meeting.

The air was hot and doused with lavender and clean soap; the energy palpable. Tav closed their eyes to let it overtake them.

"Ahem." Came a voice far too close, "Not to break up this lovely little moment, but that strange ox is looking more appetising by the second." Astarion drawled with a sass that was entirely his alone, "Any chance of wrapping this up?"

Tav opened their eyes to see Halsin looking irritated but resigned to the intrusion.

They laughed between themselves; the bubble of their celebration had clearly clouded their awareness for intruders.

"I'll be back up shortly." Tav said, tight lipped, their focus still on Halsin.

"I told you to leave it." Came angry, hushed chiding from Shadowheart. Tav heard a small scuffle of clothes being wrenched and Astarion being dragged away, bickering following their leave.

"Reality beckons it seems." Halsin said with a small smile.

"It seems so." Tav breathed out, disappointed.

They pressed their foreheads together, chuckling lightly. A moment shared between them, connecting them.

They both took cleansing breaths and Halsin kneeled up to stand. He took a little time to familiarise himself with his new braids, while they gathered the various glass containers, soap and brush, placing them gently within the silver basin for ease.

Tav had chosen one above either ear, pulling them up into his half-do, to help secure it.

He gave a murmur of agreement, "I will wear them with pride. Thank you for honouring me."

"Thank you for trusting me to do so." They leaned up and pulled out his usual loose curls around his ears to frame his handsome face.

Their eyes met and air around them stilled, cloaked in coconut and lavender.

Halsin quickly grasped them into a desperate kiss, wrapping his strong arms under them and pulling them into him.

Tav's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling in closer, willingly losing themself in him.

Halsin's heat flooded into them; his desire, his adoration, his need.. and into him they poured their reverence, their respect and loyalty, their awe and their unyielding desire.

They felt his arousal pressed flush against their own, and Halsin huffed out air.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily, "My heart. If I could, I would take you as many times as you would allow. I would caress your skin and fill my mouth with your taste until you could bare it no longer," he licked his lips with the ghosting thought of your essence on his tongue.

"I would bury myself slowly inside you, feel you gloriously stretch around me. Gently make love to you underneath the light of the moon again and again until we are both spent.."

There was a pregnant pause.

"But?" Tav asked, eventually. Halsin gave a long, frustrated sigh.

"But.. tonight is not that night. Not here." Halsin looked disappointed but sure in his judgement. Tav brought a hand to cup his face, pulling their lips into a side smile.

"I know, I agree," Barely nodding, Tav looked into Halsin's gorgeous face, "But know that every fantasy that keeps me awake at night, has your name falling from my lips."

Halsin's eyes darkened, then softened with a sheepish grin.

"Those are unfair words spoken to a man so close to giving in." He teased, still grinning, "I would like to at least repay you for your efforts. It seems a travesty that I should reach orgasm and you should not."

"Dear one, I had Silvanus' light coarsing through me. Trust me when I say that is more than enough excitement," They paused for a moment, "I do believe you're the only man to have actually made me 'see the Gods'." They laughed, quoting previous, over-confident lovers. Halsin joined them, his chuckle warming through the night.

They kissed again, softly this time. Several slow, peppered kisses. Each one reaching new depths in their desire for him.

"We'll have to continue the celebration another time." Tav licked their bottom lip and gently sucked it between their teeth, trying to contain more words, that could potentially leave them delightfully bruised and aching the next day.

"I will sorrowfully count the hours until that moment comes." His loving gaze pouring over their face.

"I will gladly kill anyone who tries to stop it."

Halsin gave a short, breathy chuckle, "I'll take care of this, you have another waiting for you." He swallowed, beginning to pull away but stopped. His eyes narrowed in confusion and he looked to the ground.

Tav turned to see what he was concentrating on, to see a tree sapling unfurling out of lush greenery, on the spot where he had spilled himself.

Their mouth gawped open, eyes wide.

"That's an oak sapling." He breathed in shock.

Tav blinked hard twice, "Well. Silvanus did say that you were the seed to fertilise the land. Apparently that wasn't an aphorism." They returned their gaze to him, expression almost identical.

Halsin shot out a laugh, "Praise Silvanus. Praise you, my heart." He chorused, pulling them close, cupping their jaw.

"Praise you, my love."

•°•°•

You weren’t sure when the lines between work and sex blurred.

It must have been a slow, mundane transition– the kind that seeps into your skin unnoticed, the same way ink bleeds through cheap paper. Maybe it was woven in through sideways glances during Monday Stock meetings, the way his green eyes stayed on you for just a little too long. Or maybe it was when he’d tell you to get him coffee. Not asked. Just a sharp finger in your direction, voice dripping in casual command.

Or perhaps it happened all at once– like a lightning strike. A flash of heat blooming over your skin when he leaned over your shoulder, voice low as he pointed out a typo on your monitor. The brush of his breath dangerously close to your ear. The way your name sounded different when he said it. He didn’t look at you like you were just his secretary– no. He looked at you like you were a rule he wanted to break.

That was the thing about Dean Smith. He never raised his voice– never barked out a demand. He just expected it. Expected you to obey. Expected your posture to change when he entered the room or be ready for last-minute schedule changes. And, embarrassingly, you always did.

You used to tell yourself you were just good at your job. Reliable. Efficient. Hardworking. But that wasn’t quite true. Not when your pulse started thrumming when you heard the clicking of his shoes across the floor, his cologne making an entrance before him. Not when your thighs pressed together under your desk when he looked down at you, muttering a quick “My office. Now.”

And you didn’t say anything. You never did when he used that tone– low, clipped, and laced with something much darker than authority. To anyone else it would have seemed that he was upset– but you knew the truth. You knew what that tone meant. Heat was already thrumming through your veins as you stood, heels clicking softly behind him as you made the walk to his office.

You followed him inside, lip being dragged between your teeth as the door shut behind you. The unspoken start of something that had begun far too long ago. Something carnal– unethical, but utterly human. You stood, waiting– because that’s what he expected. Because that’s what this had become. Because he hadn’t given you permission to move.

Dean didn’t look at you right away. He dropped his briefcase next to his desk, the soft thud sound it made far too loud in your ears. He moved behind his desk. Slowly. Every movement he made was precise, drawing you in like he had his own gravitational pull. He loosened his tie like it was muscle memory, unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves with a rigor that made your mouth go dry. Only then did he look up– and there it was. That look. The fire that blazed in his eyes. Like he wanted to dismantle you piece by piece. Not in spite of your obedience to him but because of it.

“Lock the door.” He says softly.

You do.

The door locks with a soft ‘click’ that sends a jolt of heat through your being.

He stepped around his desk slowly, like he’s a man who fights time and wins. Like he has too much of it. As if you weren’t already trembling from the sheer wait of anticipation. You stand stock-still as he comes up closer. Heat radiates off his body, toxifying the air between the two of you.

Dean smells like power. Money. Greed. Like a man who’d been in the trenches and clawed his way up the ranks, mauling anything that dared stand in his way. Or disobey a direct order. His muscular frame towers over you, caging you in his shadow as well as between his body and the door.

Your breath stutters.

“You do everything I ask,” he murmurs, lifting his hand to run along your jaw. His fingers graze your soft skin. Hunger drowns his eyes, the obvious control he has over you erecting something animalistic beneath his skin. His touch is feather-light. “But you don’t ask for anything in return. No sick days. No half-days. Nothing.”

“I don’t need to.” Your voice is quiet, strained as arousal pools in your abdomen.

Maybe he couldn’t tell. It’s not like he’s reading your mind– able to see the dirty fantasies playing out in your head. All he could see was what you presented. So, you kept your posture straight and willed away the flush that wanted to creep up your neck.

He lets out a soft hum– amused. Almost indulgent. His voice is sin wrapped in velvet and satin, slithering in your ears and wrapped around your brain like the serpent in the Garden. “No. But you want.”

You couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t deny him. Not when you knew him touching you like this was a pure violation of HR rules and you didn’t stop him. You didn’t even flinch when he touched you. His fingers trailed lower, eyes gleaming as he traced down the line of your neck. He watched your pulse stutter. Almost smiled when your breath caught in your throat. His fingers grazed your collarbone before settling over the soft fabric of your blouse. His brows knitted together as he looked down at the material, as if he was debating whether or not to open a gift.

“You’ve been good all week.” Dean says, gaze catching yours as he pops open the top button. There’s something primal in his eyes– like a predator watching its prey. An air of control surrounds him that has you subtly pressing your thighs together. His fingers trail down the center of your chest. “And I reward good behavior.”

A sound leaves your lips, foreign in your own throat. No one– or anything– had ever made you feel like this. Like you could tumble down a thousand foot drop and still be okay only because he was there. Dean catches it.

Then his mouth is on yours– claiming, hot, and unyielding. He kissed like he worked: with absolute control. His hand tangled in your hair, gathering it in his hands to tilt your head where he wanted it. The other slipped down to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Even through his slacks, you could feel the heavy hardness pressing against your thigh. His pants were ready to burst, cock straining beneath the cloth. You whimpered into the kiss and he swallowed it eagerly, nipping at your bottom lip.

And there was no hesitation. Just weeks– no, months– of unresolved tension snapping like a rubber band and exploding. Your lips moved with his and your hands gripped his shirt. You needed to touch him– feel him against you after not being able to for so long.

He walked the two of you backwards until he broke the kiss, spinning you around. His chest was flush against your back, body heat burning your skin as flames licked up your veins. You half expected him to sweep the papers and files off his desk. But didn’t do chaos. He did organization and control.

He bent you over slowly, methodically. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades with delicious pressure. “Hands flat.” He commanded. “Stay still.”

You obeyed. Of course you did.

You felt his breath against your neck, mouth lifting towards your ear. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

But you don’t. Just press your ass back against his hips, aching for some sort of friction. Any kind. Shit, you were half-tempted to start grinding against the desk for some relief. He’s hard– so hard. Harder than a rock, cock twitching in his pants at the sight of you bent over for him.

You rock back again. All careless and needy, cunt already dripping and waiting. He grunts at the pressure– part surprise and part shocked. At the direct display of carelessness– disobedience– to an order. Pressing up against him wasn’t staying still. And Dean was not a man who tolerated disobedience without consequence.

His free hand presses you against the wood harder, forcing a little whimper from your lips. He tuts.

His hand cracks a heavy smack against your ass. Pain blossoms on your skin, knees buckling as your nerves are jolted into overdrive. Dean nods, knowing the stinging on your ass was nothing compared to what he could do.

“That.” He muttered lowly, voice wrapped in danger. “Was just a warning.”

A breath leaves your lips, nodding your head. He wasn’t messing around. You knew that now. “Yes, sir.”

Dean hums in approval. His hand moves from your ass to slip off his loosened tie. The soft red fabric glints in the light, sleek and sinful. He leaned down, chest pressing to your back and hips snug against yours. He straightens the fabric, bringing it around your wrists.

“You’re gonna be good for me now.” He murmurs. “Arent’t you?”

Heat flushes your skin. “Yes, sir.”

Dean ties the silt around your wrist– tight but not painful or able to leave a mark– before standing up again. His gaze rakes down your body, eyes blazing with desire. “Good girl.”

His eyes sweep down your body, wrists bound and chest rising against his desk with each breath. He looked at you like a man who had finally been able to take what was his. He looked down at you like you were a seraph sent down from the heavens just for him. Because you were. All bent over, legs shaking in anticipation, lip dragged between your teeth. A fucking vision in front of him.

“Look at you,” He murmurs, undoing his belt with one hand. The sound of leather sliding through his pant loops is sharp in the tension filled air. “All tied up for your boss.”

Your breath hitched. You couldn’t see him, not from this angle, but you could feel him. The heat radiating from his body. The control that bled from him, seeping into the air and your skin. The sound of his zipper lowering. The direct pause before he leans in again, hand sliding up your inner thigh beneath your skirt.

“So ready for me. I didn’t even have to ask, did I?” His fingers traced over the soaked outline of your slit through your panties, a chuckle low in his throat. “Fuckin’ drenched.”

His palm presses flat against your cunt, gripping you through your panties like you belonged to him. His fingers rubbing slow circles over your clothes clit– just enough for a whimper to escape your lips. Dean leans over your back once more. “Been coming to work like this every day? So wet just for me?”

You whimper. Try to nod. But you’re not fast enough for his liking.

“Use your words.”

“Yes!” The word is swallowed by a gasp. “W-wanted you.. for weeks.”

The laugh that left his lips was quiet. Cruel as it curled in your ear. “You wanted me to bend you over my desk and fuck you like a good little office slut?”

A moan rips from your throat at the filth of it. Your thighs shake– surely about to crumble away if he didn’t relieve the growing need thundering in your veins.

“Just what I thought.” His fingers slide your panties to the side, two fingers dipping between your folds. He groans aloud at the feeling of your drenched pussy. “All this for me, sweetheart?”

“Dean-”

His hand cracked against your ass again, sharp and deliberate. “It’s sir when I’ve got my fingers buried inside you.”

A cry leaves your lips, gasping as he works you open. Your head dips down, biting your arm to keep yourself quiet. “Yes, sir.”

He was patient. Working you open around his thick fingers, savoring every noise that falls from your lips. Even if they were muffled. He’s deliberate– but not gentle.

“You like bein’ used like this.” He says, fingers curling just right to find that perfect spot inside you. “Like you’ve been waitin’ for me to take control. Like this was what you wanted every time you bit your fuckin’ lip and looked at me with those wide eyes.”

You were shaking– against the desk, withering around his fingers. On the edge of a soul brandishing orgasm, coming apart at the seams. You want nothing more than to rip away the silk tie from your wrists and jump on him, bouncing on his cock until the only thing coming from your lips was babbles.

“And you know what?” He withdraws his fingers, making a whine leave your lips. He rips away the panties from your legs– shoving the damp and ruined fabric into his back pocket. One hand is braced on your hip to keep you still and hold your skirt out of the way. He lines himself up behind you, thick and heavy, and already leaking. “You’re gonna take every fuckin’ inch, sweetheart. Because you’re such a good girl for me. And good girls-” He thrusts himself in deep, slowly filling you up to the brim. “-get what they deserve.”

The muffled cry was punched out of you, loud and shameless. Dean was huge– there was no way he hadn’t ripped you open. Every inch stretched you open to unnatural ways– absolutely ruining you. He bottomed out, a grunt leaving his throat. Hands gripping your hips, he yanked you back against him mercilessly. Forcing you to take more of him. Your bound wrists jolted as your fingers scrambled to grip the desk.

“That’s it.” He growled out, settling into a brutal pace. His cock pistoned into you with every thrust, bruising your cervix and probably forcing you to walk with a limp for the next century. “Take it. Take your boss’s cock like the needy girl you are.”

God, you were already gone. Fully, blissfully gone– back arching into him and drool running down your chin. Tears were prickling your lashes, spilling from the sheer pleasure and intensity of it all.

And Dean? He watched it all with a grin.

“Look at you, baby.” He praises, voice almost reverent as he slammed inside of you. “So fuckin’ good for me. Takin’ it like you were made for it.”

His words, his scent, his warm, lethal grip on your hips had you spiraling. It felt like magic. You felt praised and degraded and alive. Every single one of your nerves were on fire, screaming and begging for a release. The coil in your core was tight, pleasure shooting through your body with every thrust and filthy word that dripped from his mouth like sin made holy.

“You cryin’, baby?” He asks in faux sympathy, not slowing down his tortuous rhythm. His hips slap against yours with each thrust, your body jolting forward as everything becomes too much. “You asked for this. You’re gonna take it.”

Dean wasn’t even close to being done with you.

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