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[Dante had to confess, the desire to countermand the puncture scars on Astarion's neck with his own still hovered in the forefront of his mind like a temptress beguiling him into the stormy waters. Part of it had to do with the demonic lust for blood that still hummed darkly in his veins, a desire to consume that was rooted in the whispers of his demonic heritage. Part of him just wanted to leave his own mark, to erase traces of another man's mark of ownership with something that could be associated with higher pleasure for however long it lingered.

Astarion's involuntary response to the pressure of sharp teeth bearing into skin had piqued an interest that was slowly manifesting a need.]

I'd be dead on the water before I'd forget [Dante crooned, the inhuman tone of his voice colored in equal parts by amusement and barely suppressed sexual hunger] you're so radiant it's almost painful.

[Painful in the sense that it took an enormous amount of concentrated effort not to plunge into Astarion's beautiful and yielding body and ram himself home. To fuck him relentlessly into his own bed until his lust had remitted knowing a single orgasm wouldn't be enough to extinguish the flames stoked by Astarion's enticing gifts. Raw with that spike of pain that would dissipate quickly with every merciless thrust driving him inside a raw and unyielding body until it conformed.

Instead, he had to breathe through the urges threatening to overwhelm what remained of his self-control, to truly appreciate and makes space for Astarion's electrifying performance. Like a well-heeled voyeur he rolled back onto his haunches penetrating with his gaze for the moment. Crimson eyes glowed with interest as clever fingers commanded obedience as they slowly prise open the velvety tightness that Dante was only too familiar with, giving him flirty glimpses of flushed depths his composure as instinct threatened to rudely elbow his remaining reason out of the way.

Deliberate was an excellent assessment for the provocative spread of Astarion's body and as much as he drank in the sight of his companion's performance, he devoured the arch of his back, the spread of legs tipped wide for Dante's pleasure, shapely thighs, and muscle that was exquisitely defined. Perfection hewn from alabaster, though Dante kept it to himself, too much flattery and he knew Astarion would be impossible to get through a door, besides appreciation could always be demonstrated.

After watching long enough to salivate, Dante's desires demanded some latitude, and while he'd give Astarion the space he needed to tease the half-demon, there was nothing preventing him from touching. Folding his wings back and out of the way he surged forward fisting his clawed hands into the bed on either side of Astarion's head, Dante bent over him, eclipsing the elven-vampire's body with his demonic one, lowering himself until Astarion was pinned over the edge of his bed bearing his weight down. Was he being a hindrance? Yes, but the need to feel the lean, exquisite body pressed against him was worth the inconvenience and any sass that might come his way.

His teeth find purchase in the delicate arch of an ear, biting down, but careful, even in the throes of lust, to curb his aggression. He drops his hips, applying his weight, though not enough to get in the way of Astarion's own raised hips, it's enough to give him the friction he's craving. Grinding his cock against the gentle slope of Astarion's lower back wrenched a growl from his chest, muffled by teeth still inflexibly fixed on Astarion's ear like a vise. It wasn't what his body demanded if the precum pooling in the dip of Astarion's back was evidence, but it was enough to temper his impulses.]