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( text | un: laserhawk )

[laserhawk]

Just checking in.

You're doing okay? Do you need a top up?

[backscar]

I'm not sure if 'fine' is the correct term, but I'm well enough. I didn't realise you were so eager to be bitten, darling.

[laserhawk]

I'm not that masochistic.

Just figured you wouldn't want to feel trapped.

[backscar]

It could be worse. There are fewer rats here.

[laserhawk]

Trapped is trapped.

With or without rats.

[backscar]

I've been trapped in far worse than this.

[laserhawk]

So have I.

Doesn't mean we have to do it again. Even in a better place.

[backscar]

A treehouse is fine, in that case.

But, to focus on your actual question, I should be fine for a few more days.

text | un: flaming.hot.karlach

[ragemodes]

Hey you. Miss me?

[backscar]

Where have you been?

[ragemodes]

Back home, I think. I don't know, it's all kind of fuzzy. How long was I gone?

[backscar]

It has been weeks, Karlach.

1/2

[ragemodes]

Weeks? Shit.

[ragemodes]

I'm sorry, Astarion.

[backscar]

Oh, don't. You're back, and no worse for wear, I hope.

[ragemodes]

Of course not. Nothing's going to get me down for long, you know that.

Where are you? Because I owe you a fucking hug. And -- how have you been?

[backscar]

You missed a masked ball. [ As if he was actually going to answer that, Karlach. ] I'm at the treehouse.

sleepr carryover. nsfw.

[backscar]

[ Astarion is quick and nimble with his fingers, seeking to undo Dolph's trousers, leaning in to press soft kisses against the warmth of the skin of his stomach. ]

You can pull my hair, if you're inclined.

[laserhawk]

[ dolph smiles faintly. he reaches out to comb his fingers through astarion's hair, a hint of nail that scrapes over his scalp. ]

I might be inclined.

[backscar]

[ That feels nice; normally, Astarion would be a little more hissy at the idea of someone messing with his hair, but this is a particularly unique situation. When it comes to dropping to his knees, hair is secondary. ]

At your service, darling.

[ Then he's pulling the trousers down, more focussed on getting at Dolph's dick than anything else. ]

[laserhawk]

[ service, huh. this is a strange position to be in. not because of sex or anything to do with it. he had done plenty with alex. but alex always dictated it. alex made those decisions.

strange, he thinks, but not unwelcome. loosening the chains alex had on him.

his fingers settle in astarion's hair as his breath hitches in anticipation. ]

[backscar]

[ This is natural, easy - Astarion is accustomed to it. There's still a great deal to for him to work through when it comes to things like this, and he can practically hear Halsin in his mind, but none of that is important.

He wants to do this; it isn't an obligation. That makes it different.

One hand wraps around Dolph's cock carefully as he lifts himself up, tongue flicking over him before he begins to sink down, no hesitation. ]

[laserhawk]

[ there is no real way to prepare yourself. dolph groans, a low rich sound. his fingers tighten and he can't help the slight thrust to his hips. ]

[backscar]

[ Astarion doesn't hesitate, nor does it seem to bother him; his mouth relaxes and he sinks lower, welcoming Dolph and letting him do whatever he pleases. ]

Sometime during the week of Valentine's before event shenanigans

[oakdaddy]

[ Astarion will find a small hand crafted wooden box with a simple design, but the oak leaf carved at the center makes the designer obvious. Inside the gift box is an ornate nail file that Halsin spent some shards on, along with a note:

Dearest Astarion,

For you to keep the claws as sharp and beautiful as you already are.

Yours,
Halsin