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The hour was well past One o’clock in the morning at Ancunin House.
Astarion and Halsin lay side by side together in the darkness, nestled in their canopied bed to settle the druid for his meditations.
They enjoyed crawling into bed together, both in their underwear, to share their final thoughts on the day and cuddle.
After Halsin achieved his peaceful meditation, Astarion would change clothes and head to the sewing room to work on his projects until dawn, when he would take his vampiric sleep. Such was life without the tadpole.
After several minutes of silence, Halsin softly said, “My heart, may I… confess something to you?”
“Confess?” Astarion looked over with a quirk of his brow, as the dark did not prevent them from seeing one another. “Always, my darling, but I can’t even imagine what you could have to admit to. Littering during some youthful rebellion?” He laughed at the very thought.
Halsin pursed his lips before giving him an amused look with an accompanying chuckle. “It’s… not a crime I’ve committed, just something about myself that I haven’t shared.”
Astarion’s brows shot up in surprise. “Mmmm, the deep secrets are leaking out, finally. Is it a sex thing?” He shifted position to his side to better watch the larger elf. Anything he held back had to be fascinating, as he was typically an open book.
“Now, hold on,” Halsin protested, though his face grew flushed.
“It’s absolutely a sex thing!” he stared at him near unblinking with a wicked grin that exposed his fangs.
Halsin's brows knit in worry, “It is, but I need you to understand the reason I didn’t yet bring it up is because I haven’t wanted to put any pressure on you regarding anything related to sexual matters.”
Astarion frowned at that being brought up, even if it remained a perfectly reasonable consideration. “I’m in a better place than I’ve been in centuries and that’s with losing sunlight a second time. Being with you is a world apart from my life before. It’s different now. You know this.”
Halsin’s large hand found his lover’s and squeezed it. “You fill my heart with joy at your resilience in the face of such darkness as we fight ever to restore you to the sun’s embrace.”
Astarion snatched his hand back to wave off his flowery pledge, even though he secretly adored it. “I suspect you are stalling now. Confess, druid. Or must I wrestle it out of you?”
Halsin swallowed the lump in his throat, “Alright, so… It’s about things that go back to my experience with the Drow Matron Mother and Patron of House Aleval.”
“I recall you have a certain ambivalence about the experience,” Astarion said. Though he seemed outwardly neutral, his hatred of the dead couple surged like a forest fire.
With a frown, Halsin said, “I was young and impressionable when they kept me captive.”
“Your thirties, yes?”
“I’d only just turned 30.”
Astarion let a small “tsk,” escape him, “A baby.”
“Fully grown, but not anywhere near the wisdom I achieved in years since. As you know males have low status in drow society. Even noble drow males are useful only for breeding and whatever skills they may possess. It is the right of a drow matriarch to punish the men of her household as she saw fit.”
Astarion’s pressed lips pressed together with while his eyes widened. This time it was his hand that found Halsin’s.
“This could involve anything up to and including death. Life is shockingly cheap to the Lolth Sworn Drow and sacrifices were common. They made sport of it. First threatening to sacrifice me to keep me obedient… and then later making a joke of it until often even I laughed.”
Astarion let his lover talk without throwing in a quip.
“The Lolth sworn know many tortures, but Lady Jez’neyra preferred physical punishment. She was not above hitting me anywhere on my body but favored my backside. The patron and I were both subject to her whims and her whips and she had… an impressive collection of… tools for causing pain. A whole cabinet devoted to whipping and flogging or other intimate tortures. Plugs to fill all holes. Clamps. Bars that forced the legs spread so no intrusion could be refused.”
Astarion cleared his throat, to clarify, “You have told me patron Chaszmyr was both a victim and a tormentor.” He had long sensed Halsin still bore some feelings towards his male captor that Astarion was incapable of understanding. He half wished the drow still lived so that he could murder him.
“Yes. He whipped me as well... very frequently in the early days of my captivity, for any minor failure. During his failed attempt to teach me Drow, he would strike me with a paddle for every mistake. I do not know how anyone could learn like that.”
Astarion could hear how fast Halsin’s heart was beating and felt it in his pulse as they held hands. “Cazador also loved impossible tasks. You speak Drow, don’t you?”
“Yes… but I learned from his servant, not him.”
“Ah.”
Halsin could not keep eye contact and looked away as he said, "I used to dread it, deep in the pit of my stomach when I’d see either of them bearing a whip or strap or one of the many other tools they had for blistering my arse, which they did not infrequently, mind you, both for punishment and pleasure. Against reason, I have craved to be used so cruelly again for centuries. I want all of it: the anguish, the humiliation, the release, the very loss of control.”
“I see,” Astarion said, blinking as he considered this information.
Halsin added with haste, “As mad as it sounds, I was not only made to endure pain there but also conditioned to love it. I’ve always been inclined to enjoy roughness in sex, but I could never find the… voice for this specific desire with a lover before. In you, I sense someone I would trust to… explore it… maybe even understand it.”
Then he turned back to Astarion, without giving him any opportunity to speak, he added, “If dominating me sexually is something that interests you, I would serve you in any ways you would require of me as once I served House Aleval. I would do anything you asked of me in return… and if not, I… understand.” Then he looked away once more.
Astarion’s expression changed several times before he said, “Are you truly telling me that Arch druid Halsin, burly defender of nature and protector of creatures great and small, needs me to rip his underwear down and spank him raw like a rotten child?”
Halsin swallowed again and breathed out as he glanced back over, “Yes, please.” He added, “Though I don’t believe children should ever be beaten for any reason.”
Astarion guffawed, “Yes, yes. Only wayward druids will get thrashed around here. So this matron wasn’t playing around, was she? I presume we’re speaking of a somewhat substantial punishment.” Hunger brimmed in his blood-red eyes.
“The matron was a powerful woman, far more so than I, with a brawny arm and could whip me till I bawled. She expected it, honestly, the weeping and delighted in our cries.”
“My precious druid, your face is so red!” he laughed his mad little laugh, enchanted by this news. Then his expression hardened. “But I promise you, I shall make that fat arse of yours far redder still.”
Halsin withdrew his hand from Astarion’s grasp to cover his face with both of them. “Gods above,” He moaned through his fingers. “You’re taking this better than I’d thought you might.”
“Why Halsin, I’ve never been on the other side of the whip! It sounds like something I was born to do. A dream! I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me these past months.”
Halsin dropped his hands and looked over at him. “My love, I saw the place where that cursed pile of ash who forced you to call him master had you tortured for days at a time. I am merely afraid of bringing your recuperation to harm for the sake of my crass, petty desires.”
Astarion leaned forward and kissed Halsin’s lips. “You’re so sweet, but, honestly, I’m harder than the statue.” He glanced at the marble statue of himself, naked, that now lived permanently across from the bed. “I can handle rough sex, especially if I get to be the rough one.” A most devilish grin came over his lips.
Halsin’s wide hazel eyes looked so serious as he spoke, “Nonetheless, my heart, promise me you’ll stop if you ever need to. I won’t be upset with you ever, Astarion. As much as I crave this, your needs are paramount to me and I need to know that you understand this if we were to… indulge me.”
“Of course, darling. I’m telling you I am fine. You have to trust me to know what I can handle… and if it ever proves too much and I do fall back to old habits, well you just pick me up and we’ll talk about it later, like we did with the twins.”
He touched forehead to Astarion’s before settling back, “Thank you. The weight is off just having finally spoken my desire. I was afraid you would mock me more than you actually did.”
With a wry grin, Astarion said, “My sweet, sensitive man. That was not mocking, it was teasing. I suppose I’ll have to teach you the difference.”
“Is there one?” Halsin arched a brow with a hint of skepticism.
Astarion launched himself on top of his lover to straddling his midsection and leaned forward to take his enormous face in his hands. “Mocking is intended to hurt feelings and tear down. Destroy. I enjoy mocking people. Some would say too much, but never you.”
“If you say so,” Halsin seemed dubious.
“I know your heart is gentle.” He lay one hand over the druid’s heart. “Teasing, at least in this case, is to titillate you with worry and wonder over the things I might do to you now that I know what kind of bad boy I’m dealing with. I’ll do anything to you desire, darling. I will debauch you in any and every way.”
Halsin laughed and scooped Astarion into his arms to lie flat on top of him. “I adore you.”
“And I you.” Astarion kissed him hard, feeling emboldened by his lover’s desire for him to take charge.
He responded in kind, pushing his face up to deepen the kiss.
Stricken with a bolt of inspiration, Astarion pulled back from the kiss with a devious smile. “You know… we still have some time before you need to meditate. You can always turn into a bird and fly to the children, so even if you woke up a hair later, you’d have plenty of time to arrive before breakfast." He swirled his finger over Halsin’s hairy chest.
Halsin was still so flushed. “We do.”
“So… how about we try it out?” His brows wiggled as he spoke.
He did not expect Halsin to stammer out excuses. “Oh… Oh, but it’s late… after all and I…”
“You know I’d never make you.” Astarion smiled, “but I think you’re protesting too much. Still, I can wait until whenever you’re ready.”
Halsin froze like a deer and said, “I want to try to, but I find… I’m… nervous now.” The anxious smile on his face was precious. “You really are sure this won’t remind you of things you’ve experienced?”
Astarion’s heart was very full at the concern, yet that did not stop him from being a tiny bit annoyed. “It’s a spanking, darling. I’m not taking your skin off. It’s no secret I get a kick out of causing pain, no matter how good I may be these days. And I have noticed you’ve never shied away from pain. I mean, you moan like you’re being deflowered every time I bite you.”
“That is because I love it every time. Astarion, I want you to hurt me and then have me. I want you to make me cum without touching me just by hitting me and fucking me like I was nothing but a vessel for your seed.”
Already a half hard, this desperate plea sprung him back to nearly painful erection. He climbed off Halsin and out of the bed, saying, “Yes, my love. Let’s do that. Be a dove and go downstairs and get my hairbrush from the bathroom. The big wooden one.” He snapped his fingers for emphasis and pointed to the door, before touching the light globe to turn it on. He wanted to see in full color for this.
“Yes, my heart.” Halsin slid on his house slippers, now wearing only them and green underwear aggressively tented with his thick cock. He padded off out of the room and down the stairs.
Astarion walked to his wardrobe and opened it to find a dark ruffled shirt and pair of black pants to put on. The idea of being dressed while Halsin was almost naked appealed to him. If he wanted Astarion to be the boss, then he would look the part. Some comfortable stockings went on at last.
The more he thought about this, the more sense it made that Halsin was into more than just the casual pain of their teeth and claw sexual exploits. He’d sensed hints of submissiveness mixed into his general attentiveness as a partner. If only he had known Halsin was just waiting to be taken in hand, he would have started long ago.
Astarion sat on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, and waited for Halsin to return.
Halsin bit his lower lip as he entered the room and walked to the bed.
With an outstretched hand, Astarion put on his most imperious expression. “Give it to me, pet.”
Halsin's eyebrows lifted at Astarion being dressed, but he asked no questions, just walked to him and offered him the brush handle first.
Astarion took it and slapped the flat back against his palm and grinned, “Kneel before me.”
Face flushed as he obeyed, the druid knelt. When Astarion uncrossed his legs, he pressed his face against the vampire’s lap.
“Be calm,” Astarion drawled and put the brush down next to him so he could rest his hands on Halsin’s shoulders to rub at them, “Though this sudden shyness when we’ve both fucked each other to oblivion and back so many times is… adorable.”
Halsin chuckled into his legs, “This is different.”
“It’s not. It’s just me accepting another part of you… like I have all the others. As you do for me. Tonight, we’ll do a bit of experimentation. Warm you up a little or a lot… and see how things go.”
“That sounds reasonable,” he agreed.
Astarion tilted his face up by the chin to his so they could meet eyes. “To start, we will do this upon your request unless I am unable or unwilling. I will never force you. In the name of play, I will punish you… and I will enjoy it… but let it never be to settle real matters between us. We are equals, always.”
“Yes,” Halsin agreed. “This is my desire as well.”
Astarion adored holding the big elf’s face in his hands and petting him like he was in his cave bear wild shape. The man was so handsome that even his imperfections were lovely. “I want your submission to me to be an act of love we share. In turn, I promise to you I will take care of you before, during, and after I hurt you and to never hurt you when I am truly angry.”
Halsin loved to be petted in any form. His eyes half closed as he listened to Astarion’s terms, much calmer now than he had been. “I agree, my heart. Thank you for accepting this… and me. I did not know how you would take this and don’t want you to think less of me.”
Scandalized, Astarion said, “Never. I could never think less of you, certainly not for being the horny old bear I fell madly in love with.”
Halsin beamed a smile up at him. “If it is madness, it is shared.”
“Enough talk.” He released Halsin’s face and pushed him back. After grabbing the brush, he crawled to the other end of the bed. He stuck a pillow behind his back and leaned against the headboard, stretching his legs out before him. The brush he set down within arm’s reach. “Come now, darling. Across my lap, just as you are.”
Halsin rose and walked around the side of the bed before climbing into it and crawling to the center to settle his hips over Astarion’s lap. “If I am too heavy for you, we can do this another way.”
“Oh hush, I’m not made of glass.”
The druid settled his chest against the bed and crossed his arms in front of himself to rest his face on them.
He could feel Halsin’s cock against his leg. “Oh, hello.” Astarion contemplated the curve of Halsin’s cheek, covered only by the tight green briefs he was wearing as he rubbed his fingers over the skin and fabric there.
While he loved everything about Halsin’s body, his butt was definitely one of his favorite things. The settled life meant more consistent access to good food, so the druid’s primary form was looking thicker these days than when they walked more and he ate less. To have a reason for paying it extra attention thrilled him. “So…” he said as he squeezed one meaty cheek before the other, “You want to be punished, hmmmm?”
Halsin said, “At least, to feel that I am.”
“How naughty.” Astarion drawled, before cupping his palm just slightly and slapping on the elf’s clothed butt. The slapping sound combined with the way his cheek bounced pleased him. He landed a blow the opposite side.
Halsin just breathed in response, keeping his muscles relaxed.
The first few slaps were tentative and experimental, but he quickly decided he needed a better target. “These are in the way. Lift your hips so I can get them down.” His fingers slid in the waistband of Halsin’s underwear.
Obediently, Halsin lifted his hips, settling down again once they were yanked down to his thighs, where they were left.
When he started again, the clap of his palm on Halsin’s bare skin sounded crisper. He let a dozen swats land before he took a break to rub circles over the skin. “I think we need to figure out how you are to address me. For obvious reasons, I don’t think either of us wants to use ‘master’. It’s archaic, and we’ve both said it enough for a lifetime, but something a tad more formal might do when I have taken charge of you, hmm?” He pinched the druid’s bottom.
Halsin cleared his throat and craned his head back around to look up at Astarion and said, “I submit ‘my Lord’ as you are lord of my heart.”
Astarion melted inside. “My lord… hmmm, yes, that will do. And may I call you my pet?”
Halsin’s breath hitched, “Yes, call me anything you please. I’m yours.” He turned forward again.
“Mine. My incorrigible bear.” He grinned and picked up the hairbrush and tapped it once on each bare ass cheek. It only took a few vigorous smacks of the wood on his ass to get Halsin’s cock leaking copious amounts of pre cum on his pants. This he took as a sign of encouragement to continue.
There was a lot of ground to cover, so Astarion set into a rhythm of smacking each cheek on the same spot, only on opposite sides of his ass, back and forth. “Oh, my pet, I dare say you’ve given me a new hobby.”
Halsin groaned in response, but still kept his ass pushed out and presented. “I live, ah, to serve you.”
“I love the sound of that.”
A dozen more blows felt before Halsin started rutting against his leg.
Astarion pinched Halsin’s ear and tugged it back enough to hurt, “Don’t you dare cum without my leave, pet,” before letting it go again. “If you want to come again this month.”
“No my, lord. I won’t.” He ceased his rutting with clear reluctance.
“You’d best not, you wicked thing. I think you’re enjoying this too much. Must mean you need it harder.”
“Yes… my lord. Harder,”
The way Halsin’s flesh jiggled and bounced when clapped with the brush delighted the vampire. Though he’d never had a great particular interest in spanking to this point, he very much now saw the appeal as he watched the stricken flesh turn colors.
He switched up his rhythm, now that he had a good baseline of rosy pink all over his backside. He let the brush fall at random, sometimes hitting the same spot several times in a row before moving on.
Halsin’s back lifted from the bed, but Astarion slid his hand over to push it back down to the mattress. “Bad pet. Stay down and accept your punishment.”
“Sorry, my lord!!” Halsin mewled. Beads of sweat formed on his broad back.
His cock was hard and aching to fuck his druid into the mattress. “Oh, I will make you sorry, if you aren’t, slut,” He said, getting into the theatrical aspect of the play.
All of it was erotic. The deepening red color he was painting Halsin’s ass, the way his muscles danced under his skin as he shifted to cope with the pain, and most importantly, the noises he made. First gasps, then hisses, followed by deep throated moans.
Astarion plotted as he punished. With a potion of hill giant strength, he could be stronger than his lover, which would make this all the easier. Alas, that would have to be for next time.
After a dozen more blows, he paused and set the brush aside so he could rub his hand over the marked skin that was hot to the touch.
Another set of 12 blows had the big elf whining freely while his hips shifted.
“Are you going to be a good pet for me now? Are you learning your lesson?”
Halsin whimpered, saying, “Yes, my lord. I will be good for you.”
His vocalizations made Astarion throb with arousal as he gave each cheek a final circular rub with his palm. “Ready yourself for the rest of your punishment.”
The big elf looked over his shoulder with wide hazel eyes before resting his head on his forearm. “Yes, my lord. Don’t… hold back, I beg you.”
Astarion felt a shiver come over his spine. the druid's ass was already a dark shade of pink with reddening circles at the under curves of his glutes and he was begging for more pain.
The big, beautiful elf was a gift in every way. Being with Halsin made him feel like luckiest man in the whole Prime Material Plane. He was so perfect as a partner and still wanted this rough treatment in return. The combination of power mingled with responsibility was heady, awakening something in the vampire spawn.
What a man.
In his lowest sultriest voice, he replied, “Oh, I won’t, because you have been a disrespectful pet and I simply won’t tolerate your sass and disobedience anymore.”
His hand grasped a fist full of Halsin’s thick hair and jerked his head back while he once more cracked the brush down against his ass.
As Halsin struggled with the pain, his toes curled and muscles clenched. His cries grew louder and more urgent until the flurry of blows forced him into a full-throated cry of anguish.
Undeterred, Astarion pushed through, slapping him relentlessly until he drew a real wailing sob from his lover.
It simultaneously thrilled him and yanked on his heart strings. He loved this beautiful elf with everything he had inside him and the love of causing pain warred with his concern.
Halsin buried his face in the mattress and cried, his shoulders shaking.
“Yes,” Astarion murmured as he lay the improvised paddle aside to rub Halsin’s bare back. “Get it all out, pet. Let it all go. You did so well. When you’re ready, I’d like to hold you.” In the meantime, he rubbed his back, scratching lightly at the skin with his nails. He longed to fuck his crimson ass, but needed to know first that he had not gone too far.
Halsin pushed up eagerly and turned around to throw himself into Astarion’s arms. His hazel eyes shined with wetness like the forests of the God he worshiped in the rain.
Astarion held him tight. “You took that so well, and I suspect you’ll take it much longer and harder in time.”
Halsin’s face had planted right into Astarion’s neck so he could not speak, but he nodded his agreement while squeezing him so hard it made the vampire glad he didn’t need to breathe.
For a while, he just held his crying lover in his arms and soothed him, marveling at the intensity of the intimacy it created between them.
When his crying had dwindled down to sniffles, Astarion kissed his temple and pulled back, “Are you okay, darling?”
Halsin nodded his head, wiping his eyes on with the heel of his palm, “Yes, my lord. Thank you.”
He put his lips to Halsin’s ear and said in his lowest sultry voice, “Good, Pet, because I’m not done with you yet.”
He weaved his hand into Halsin’s hair and yanked his head back.
With teeth bared in pain, he let himself be guided to kneel in front of the headboard.
“Grab the top of the top, slut.” He let go of his hair to slap him on the ass again.
Halsin obeyed, making a low hum in his throat. "As you wish, my lord."
Struck by sudden inspiration, Astarion hopped from the bed to the floor and ran out the bedroom door across the landing to his sewing room. He fetched back a length of rope he stashed there.
Halsin waited, still sniffling, his ass battered ass pushed out properly, like a magnificent offering.
With a nimble hop back onto the bed, he strode across the mattress to tie Halsin’s wrists to the decorative knob at the top of the carved headboard
Halsin breathed, “Oh, Hells,” as his cock grew hard again.
Astarion said, “Oh yes, your torments are not done, pet. I’m going to make you cum without so much as laying a finger on that big, hard cock of yours.” He gave Halsin’s ass another firm slap and giggled in delight at Halsin’s moaning before leaning off the bed to get the lubricating oil out of the nightstand drawer.
He set it on the bed and unfastened his pants. He only intended to get his cock out for this, retaining the feeling of power being clothed gave him.
His beloved remained quiet, beyond breathing in and out in anticipation.
On his knees, he maneuvered closer to Halsin and uncorked the bottle of oil to grease up his cock. Amused, he slapped it against that red ass a few times before he aimed the tip against Halsin’s presented hole. This part he knew he could be rough with, so he pushed himself in with no warm up.
Halsin pushed back as much as he could in his position, moaning, “Oh.”
Astarion snaked his arms around him to tease and pinch at his nipples while starting him with a few lazy thrusts.
Halsin rested his face against his forearm, moaning and hissing at the pain of the abuse. He looked so fantastic like this, with his arms tied above his head.
The vampire remained aware that he had to make good on his vow. This meant he needed to be careful not to climax and ruin the whole thing; an arduous task when his lover looked so good.His fingers grasped at Halsin’s hips, using the purchase to slam himself harder inside.
Halsin’s moaning took on a soft, fluttering quality Astarion had never heard from him before.
As he kept up the pace, hissed, “Who do you belong to, Pet?”
Halsin responded in a hoarse whisper, “To you, my lord. The great Astarion: hero of Baldur’s Gate.”
He wrapped both arms around Halsin’s body. “Yes, oh I like that. You belong to me and I am great.”
Not cumming was a struggle, as he hated getting so close to the brink of orgasm and having to pull back from it so many times. Still, for Halsin, he’d endure it. He pulled out, resuming his earlier nipple torture while he waited until safe to fuck him again.
Besotted, Halsin whined harder at the loss of the cock in his ass and begged, “Please, more. Don’t stop, my lord. Please.”
Astarion pulled back to slap his ass a few more times as a reminder of who was in control. “I will when I’m good and ready, slut, but do go on with your whorish wriggling. I rather like it.”
Halsin only whined in response.
When Astarion recovered, he decided he had to up the ante. This time, he raised his right hand to wrap around Halsin’s throat, squeezing at the sides as he slammed back into his waiting hole.
The big elf was soon nigh incoherent with pleasure, babbling repeatedly, “Please… oh please…. oh please."
With the prescience of one who had fucked him uncountable times already, Astarion knew he had him close. It was just a matter of finding the extra oomph to push him over the edge. “Now let’s see how obedient you’ve learned to be for me, pet. Cum for me.” With that, he sank his teeth into Halsin’s shoulder and thrust bucked against him with all the strength and speed he had. The enormity and heaviness of their bed meant it moved little in spite of the vigorous motion.
Halsin came with a roar, squirting copious amounts of cum across the hardwood before the cry quavered into a whimper.
As hot as that was, Astarion enjoyed the small torture of overstimulating his captive by continuing to fuck him for many more thrusts until he was frantic, whining and straining at the rope on his wrists. Only then did he spill his seed inside Halsin’s hot hole until it spilled over and dripped out of him.
In the immediate aftermath, he crooned soft and sweet things into his submissive lover's ear as his hips pulled back. “You’re too beautiful, pet. What a magnificent beast.”
Halsin was still breathing hard hanging from his bonds weakly. “I love you,” was all he could manage in reply.
“And I you. Let me free you, pet.” He stood up on the mattress and freed the druid’s hands before wrapping his arm around him and helping him to get into a comfortable side laying position away from the mess. To be honest, he wasn’t much help as he couldn’t lift Halsin to save his life, but the gesture at least had meaning.
Neither one spoke as they melted into each other's arms. The vampire stroked his hair and rubbed his back for a long time while at times smooching his cheek, chin, and temple.
When he found his speech again, Halsin said, with a bit of roughness to his voice, “Lover… you are incredible.”
His worries tumbled from his mouth. “It wasn’t too much? You’re okay?”
“I’m wonderful.” Halsin almost sounded drunk with pleasure. “How… did you find it?” He seemed eager to know.
A slow smile spread over Astarion’s face. “I loved it. I admit, it hurt my heart a little to make you weep… but… I understand your need, enough, and hope I met it.”
“You did.” Halsin kissed his lips. "I should go wash up… again. Then I must mediate.”
“I’ll fix things in here.” the high elf gestured vaguely to the headboard as he rose, “So you can rest when you get back.”
*****
Astarion undressed and climbed into bed just before dawn, knowing that his lover would be done resting soon.
“Good Morning, my heart,” Halsin said, his voice extra low and scratchy this morning.
“Good Morning.” He leaned down to kiss Halsin’s lips.
Halsin kissed him back with a happy hum and rose to dress. “I regret that I must fly off so literally.”
“Oh, it’s perfectly fine, darling. I knew what I was doing when I kept you up late.” He chuckled.
The druid grinned and his cheeks were ruddy, “Oh you did.” He went to the dresser and got out a fresh shirt and his pants. “Thank you for hearing me and everything.”
“Welcome darling, but you don’t have to thank me. I’ve been up the past four hours plotting all the things I want to do to you. I also came up with a task for you.”
Halsin hit him with a smoldering look and said, “Name it and it will be done. Set to me any love trials and I will conquer them all.”
Astarion chuckled, “Ha, I do not doubt it, but it is my aim to conquer you. I want you to find a sturdy piece of hardwood and make me a special present.”
He paused, turning his hazel eyes to look at his lover. “What kind of present?” The air was thick with his anticipation.
Grinning wickedly, Astarion said, “A stout paddle for me to use in punishing you."
Halsin’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened once before he licked his lips and said with a small smile, “It shall be done, my lord, within a week.”
“Perfect.” Astarion grinned. “I’ll see you again tonight?”
“You will. I shall fly back to your side, be it figurative or literal, after the children’s bedtime.” He put his fist over his heart.
Astarion nodded his approval. “Good. Now, off with you. I need my beauty rest. Oh, and tell the children Uncle Star sends his regards… and I’ll be there to tomorrow for,” He squinted as he attempted to remember which activities he had promised before recalling, “embroidery lessons and story time.”
“I Will. I love you.” Halsin could not stop himself from padding over to get a goodbye kiss before he departed.
Astarion lay back with a lazy smile, mind still buzzing. The strong pull to sleep could not stop him from replaying the whole encounter in his head until he slid a hand down to his cock and stroked it to the memory.