3 Works by TouchandGo
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“Why did I choose to take you as my child? To see if you could be remade in entirety.” His tone is unchanged. Emotionless, articulate. A voice that delineates the difference between them: one of them is still poised and fully dressed, the other one is drugged out of his mind. One of them is fucking and the other one is getting fucked. One of them is in control, and the other one is Astarion. A wild, awful laugh rises in him then. He laughs as his sire lets go of his hips, as a palm touches the side of his face. The tenderness of it is familial, incongruent with the situation. “To see if I desire it.”
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Spans from before the nautiloid and then to Cazador welcoming his prodigal son back.
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He’s aware, too much so, of the tent, the thin canvas seperating him from the others, and the mirror across from his bedroll where he knows he won't see his reflection if he dared look. He doesn’t dare. The voice cuts through his thoughts again and this time it isn’t a memory. It’s brand new. *I don’t want to hurt you, Astarion. I’m trying to help you. Can you believe that?*
“No.” The word comes out through teeth gritted against the fast-mounting pleasure that’s overtaking him, pushing him ever-closer to an orgasm he’s dreading and anticipating. “Get out. Of. My. Head.”
*Go on, Astarion. Faster. That feels good, doesn’t it?*
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And all the gods in all the worlds began colliding by TouchandGo
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
02 Jan 2024
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A hand grabbed the front of his coat, no gloves- Gale must have taken them off in the time it took Astarion to follow him- and dragged him closer. Had it really been a year since the netherbrain? They seemed to have all changed whilst Astarion just found someone else to hold his leash.
Maybe Ethel was right; maybe, deep down, he liked being leashed- needed it- and they all could see it.
He let Gale guide him, yielding to the thigh pushing between his own, their bodies pressing flush together. Gale's movements were torturously slow, even as the wizard snaked a hand to the small of his back to anchor him.
“Now.”
Just the one word. Just that. Not exactly an order. Not exactly *not* an order. A question, a command, a permission and a reminder.