#bearlydruid

It is hard for them to keep their hands off of each other. Every time they are with each other like this, Astarion is just as eager as Halsin, just as willing, and maybe a little more needy than he is.

They had taken it slow at first, which had built enough trust between the two of them to coax Astarion out of his insecurities and concerns, into being far more intense and needy with his desire.

It was supposed to be like all the other times. Hot, heavy, intense, exciting, loving. All the things Astarion loves about being with Halsin.

He had assumed that being with him like this, having Halsin inside of him, having them both gasping and moaning would be enough to take away the pain and memories that had started earlier that day.

Astarion's always been good about hiding his bad days.

He had only wanted to feel something good, to have his heart racing in the way only Halsin can cause.

Everything was going great, Astarion is fairly reactive every time they're like this. Both because he can't help it and because it encourages Halsin.

Somewhere in the middle of it all, those reactions vanish and instead Astarion is silent. The little gasps remain but they're not as loud as they'd been before, his moans are not as intense, and he's not looking at Halsin and rather it seems he is staring through him, his mind a million miles away.

Astarion’s pitch-black humour was coloured by intrigue when the druid claimed him to himself not long ago. There he thought Halsin wasn’t the type to hold things too close, much less be possessive. But here they were, seated on a tapestry laid out on a balcony which overlooked the ocean, sharing space in a way that didn’t invite anyone else in. Not the bard making eyes at him back in the tavern, or the barmaid wiping down the same tables repeatedly, always hovering nearby.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Appreciative. A secret smile tugged at the vampire's mouth while he twirled a little star flower just shy of his nose. The same one he'd pressed to the druid's lips earlier. An ode to their first kiss.

Halsin’s heartbeat, once quickened by his earlier territorial impulses, had now slowed into a steady rhythm. Each pulse soothed and sang, lulling the pale elf into a rare state of contentment. It almost tempted Astarion to carve the organ out of his chest, keep it as a token somewhere near…

A shame it would stop beating if he did that.

“Oh? Do you like them?” Pale brows perked up a little, less-than-half innocent while his fingers toyed with that blossom still. It was no secret the vampire spent an hour each day preening his curls to perfection. Good thing elves didn’t need much sleep, or he’d be losing daylight over vanity. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like to have hair like yours... It seems so effortless.” There was a tinge of envy somewhere in there.

Pushing his head back against Halsin’s broad chest, Astarion let a pinchful of those burnt-blond strands cascade over an index and slip through his fingers. “Not that I mind taking care of my own hair.” Toeing the line between playful and malicious, the vampire tugged a little at that stray braid. “But the absence of a reflection certainly doesn’t make the job any easier.” And then he tugged harder, enough to send a message— just not the one you'd say out loud.

𝐓his confidence it was infuriating 。A single intake of breath before he found himself leaning against tree bark 。Hand flicking over his stature before speaking in a seductive manner 。

❛ 𝐘ou reek of temptation in that damn thing I’m losing my mind change won’t you Halsin .ᐣ ❜

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 ─ (Dominant Sentence Meme) halsin x raphael // TW: SMUT!

Raphael’s breath hitched, his back arching beneath Halsin’s overwhelming strength, the sheer weight of him pinning the devil to the sheets in an intoxicating blend of dominance and restraint. Each slow thrust sent sparks of unbearable pleasure coursing through his body, forcing broken gasps from lips usually curled in command.

“Don’t—” Raphael’s voice trembled, hoarse with desperation as his claws scraped uselessly at the bedding. His cock, trapped between their bodies, throbbed violently, smearing slick trails of precum against Halsin’s sweat-slicked skin. The ache of it was maddening, an unrelenting pulse of need that robbed him of reason.

“You cruel tease” he growled, though the venom in his tone faltered under the weight of his need. 

Halsin’s pace was maddening, the movement so precise, so devastating, that Raphael cried out, his body trembling. Every thrust forced him closer to the edge, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his gut, only to snap back at Halsin’s infuriating command. Raphael, notorious for finishing early, struggled against the unbearable restraint,

“I’ll wait” Raphael choked, the admission dragging a shudder from him, a crack in the fortress of his pride. “Fuck—I’ll wait for you. I’ll be good for you. Just... please—tell me when. Please.” The words felt almost foreign on his lips. Please?

@bearlydruid sent "Every second we’re apart, all I think about is what I’ll do to you when we’re alone."

Gods, will hearing things like this from Halsin never not drive him insane? He likes that Halsin is vocal about his wants and desires, he likes that he doesn't have to guess what his lover likes or wants from him.

There's something incredibly attractive about being told these things, too. Something attractive and erotic. He wants to hear every dirty detail.

It's hard to keep quiet with Halsin's cock hitting the deepest parts of him, rubbing up against that sweet spot that drives him wild and makes him squirm on his cock. His breathing comes out in heavy pants and sharp gasps and the sounds he's making are nothing short of erotic and full of nothing but wanton lust.

Let them hear, he thinks. Even if later he'll be flustered if anyone says anything else but it's hardly like he can control himself with the way Halsin is fucking him so good.

His fingers curl around the bedsheets, tightly grasping them as if trying to find something to ground him. It's driving him wild to be fucked like this, body shuddering each time Halsin hits that sweet spot.

Being fucked from behind and the way Halsin shifts to adjust and get even deeper causes a sharp cry of pleasure that he cannot hold back, Halsin will have to do something if he wants him to quiet down.