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[lordancunin]

Luck seemed a far gone concept, a thing that once he was able to touch and hold fast in his arms, now just a ghost haunting his memories less and less every passing year. ASTARION was his luck, his good charm that turned every awful thing into a wonder, into something bearable for just a little longer.

When his brother left so went the good fortunes brought upon by his very presence in Astrophel's life and ever since then it had been hell to find a way to grasp Fate by her throat and force her to bow to his whims and desires. This was not luck that he felt, this was the bite of the universe trying to instill in Astrophel a kind of fear of what his choices might wrought.

He could bite back though, and often did when the fight began, and he could make this karmic moment bend and bow. He would do it frightened and aroused because he had no choice but to give in and be made a fool or give in and take control.

Dark lashes fluttered shut and his breath held until his lungs burned with the fullness of it, then slowly his grasp on his cock released and his breath along with it. It did not ease the arousal, that remained steadfast and painfully so, especially when the strong grasp of the devil's large hands made to use Astrophel's ass like a plaything to rut against shamelessly.

When his eyes opened again they were half-lidded with a lusty darkness that made them gleam like jewels in the hellish firelight flickering from the candles and chandeliers. Fear had melted away, replaced by an abundance of audacious intent in the small tick of the corners of his mouth.

"Is it common for you to test your work like this?" he murmured, a hand now boldly sliding under the open collar of Raphael's shirt to caress the hard muscle, to tease fingertips over the ridges and thumb over his nipple. Astrophel met a rut with a grind of his ass, chin tilting back and mouth falling open like a little bird eager to be fed.

Fuck fate, fuck luck, he made both on his own terms, and he would do this on his own terms as well.

THIS WAS HIGHLY UNUSUAL, YET TITILLATING. The frenzied thrashing of the fiendish tail against stone slowly evened out with every steadying breath Astrophel took. There was a dawning realization in the hellfire glow reflecting back at him in those forest eyes. Acceptance, hunger, desperation, determination.

"Aren't you lucky?" Raphael demurred, claws settling around the crest of each pale hip hovering over his lap. His hands were large enough to swallow up the globes of Astrophel's ass and grasp him firmly.

His tail then settled into twitching like a conductor's wand, directing the pace as his fiery grasp pulled sweet little fairy against his cock in a matching tempo. Deep, hard grinds directed by his hands.

"You would be a delicious treat for my incubus." Hot lips growled against the shell of a pointed ear, breath fanning through his curls. Leaning back once more to look down at that pale hand curled around the aching, dripping length between them, Raphael's forked tongue split to sweep over either side of his lips hungrily.

"Yet I'm the one playing with you."

[lordancunin]

still hanging with the boyfriend (@unascended) but heading home tomorrow, so MAYBE i'll be around this weekend? no guarantee!

thanks for your endless patience!!!

[lordancunin]

❝  i’m afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt.  ❞ (tav!Lorroakan)

"Alright," this is not acceptance. His dagger is flashing silvery-bright almost at once, deadly point aimed in such a way that the smallest flick of his wrist might embed it straight into Lorroakan's jugular.

"Who the hells are you and what did you do with Lo'??"

(Note the slight shimmy in his shoulders. He is trying not to laugh.)

[lordancunin]

eyy yoo ngl, i'm a lil zooted over here at @unascended's casa. he is bullying me to do replies but idk if i CAN. but!!! if i can!! i will!

[lordancunin]

whatever dude i dont even look that tormented mostly

[lordancunin]

i like how its just an unspoken thing that astrophel is probably the meaner of the twins. like.. astarion IS a mean girl, don't get me wrong, but he is VERY good at dancing around it when he wants and is more the bard in the use of words in that sense.

where astrophel is like.. the one that is very blunt and when he wants to be charming it's less chatty charm and more physical presence. he is an incredible dancer, for instance, and has seduced many by that art alone, but he just carries himself in a way that can be really affecting and he does it on purpose.

but yeah he is kind of a dick lmfao

hmmmmm

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[lordancunin]

It was the thudding tail against stone that alerted him before the snarling, the cadence eerily matching Astrophel's rising heart rate. Every beat a drum against ribs, a warring tattoo that he could not quell, even if he wanted to. That was the kicker, the thing that made this all the more terrifying: he didn't want to stop.

The fear lit him up electric, and so did the pain of his body treated as nothing more than child's ragdoll, bones and muscle protesting the too sharp movements of the impossibly strong hand that did it all by first tugging at silvery curls spilling down the nape of his neck. His scalp burned, temples throbbed, and oh gods, so did his cock. It felt as if his heart had sunk down to his groin all of a sudden, every quick pulse felt in the base of his arousal.

His hands removed themselves from his own body and pressed palm flat against Raphael's broad chest. He was struggling, squirming against the position for merely a second when he felt the hint of something thick under his ass and grew still again save for the steady rise and fall of his chest as he tried to catch his stolen breath.

Astrophel's eyes were blown wide, pupils like saucers in the lush forest of his gaze. He dared to stare directly into the infernal gaze set upon him, and further still after only a beat of hesitation, did he dare to lower his right hand to gently fist his cock again. This.

This was what he had been doing.

He was canted backward just enough to leave space between their bodies, and to give full view of the way his trembling paw stroked the sensitive shaft with a slow, deliberate twist. Astrophel's breath caught in his throat but he pressed his lips together tightly, the breathy moan turning into a muffled hum instead.

WHAT A DELIGHTFUL COCKTAIL FILTERING FROM THOSE SWEET PORES. It would almost be a shame to lose him when the contract ended. (If it ended.) That hunger played so deliciously with the guilt, the panic, the dread, the pain. Wrapped around it like a pretty bow there was shame, and that - well, that was that. The devil was well and truly interested in the pale moonlight spilling over his desk, its cock in hand.

Raphael's knuckles dropped away from his lips, clawed fingertips settling in his lap to adjust his own ever-growing interest subtly. His hips shifted in his chair, tail lashing with more insistence than ever before at his back. A moment's shuffling and lip curling realization that his interest was far too insistent to maintain a collected image settled over the devil.

A growl clawed its way up his throat, loud enough to startle and chillingly inhuman. In under a second he was leaning forward over his desk with his clawed fingers fisted in Astrophel's snowy waves of hair to twist him around to face him. Forcibly.

Their gazes locked, and Raphael was distantly aware that Astrophel's fingers had slipped on his cock as he was turned - the slightest stroke, purely by accident.

"You can leave." The cambion purred, his tone none of the fire and brimstone held in his ravenous gaze. "But may you?"

The elf was dragged over the surface of the desk, trousers completely ripped away when they caught on an ornament attached to the ornately carved side. The lithe creature's bare body slid over wood and scattered papers until he limply hung from dark-clawed and clenched fingertips by the scalp.

"No."

With that, Raphael sat heavily back in his desk chair, depositing Astrophel on his lap.

"Show me what you were doing in my office with your new toy, pet."

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Yes, like that, Astrus, such a good boy, for me. I'll miss your pretty mouth…

The memory poured over Astrophel, honeyed and far too sweet for the likes of this hellish place. With it came guilt, sorrow, and another throb of desire, each a hot knife piercing him to the bone and even still he longed to settle into the rogue memory.

It would hurt but the sting could be dulled if he gave in and recalled the night before Astarion had left him. Astrophel knew exactly how to handle an arousal such as this and his mouth remembered it well.

Saliva pooled under his tongue and one hand lifted as if he might jerk his trousers up, but suddenly he was curling his fingers around his new prick and remembering the noise Astarion made each time Astrophel's tongue lapped up a bead of oozing pre-cum.

"Ah-" his toes curled in his boots, thighs strained. "Please, can I leave?"

Why was he even asking? He signed the contract, he should be free to go. Astrophel remained rooted in place, fist still around his cock as it drooled fat droplets of slick over his knuckles.

He was just beginning to feel truly scared, too, that he had done something really wrong here.

OH HOW THE IVORY TOWER FALLS. On coltish legs the elf was stumbling about his office with poorly laced trousers and heady arousal perfuming the air. Not normally a scent that filled this office, Raphael mused idly, but Haarlep had solicited him in far less suitable venues than this and left behind far more substantial messes than Astrophel could possibly make with the pathetic thing now hanging between his thighs.

This wasn't his first time giving someone something they were missing. Dark amusement passed over the devil's face, though no laughter broke through the prison of his grinning teeth. He had far more decorum than that.

"Sensitive isn't it?" Raphael jeered, head tilting to watch the way Astrophel's body arced against the surface of his desk, those hungry hands scrabbling for any purchase they could find and tragically dislodging several quills and pots of ink.

"It's never been touched before. How have you gotten another man's to go down, little elf? You aren't an innocent little virgin, are you? I can hardly imagine your wedding dress was white…" The next words left in a low, rumbling growl. There was ink settling into his rug. He'd had that specially made. "When you were thirty-nine."

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You could test it right here, right now. That voice, was it really his? Silky against his inner ear, a whisper of temptation that only served to make the situation worse. Before, he could hide the physical proof of his arousal with ease. It didn't mean the sensations were as easy to control but at least for the most part it didn't matter how wet he became, no one could tell. But this he could not hide. It wasn't as if he were gifted something too big, though it also wasn't as small as others he had seen before, either. He attempted to tie himself back up, but that required awkwardly letting his fingers dip down and lightly push the erection to a more comfortable position. This was a near impossible task as every little touch only made him harder. How the hells did men deal with this shit?! Exasperation had Astrophel huffing softly as he attempted instead to let his cock sit upward, curved just the smallest bit against his groin and belly. "I know what I am meant to do, I can do.. th-" oh, fuck. As if knock-kneed, Astrophel stumbled from his own wayward touch, the back of his legs striking the desk. A hand reached behind himself to catch the edge of the desk, the other following suit on the other side. His trousers, too loose to stay up, shifted down his thighs and awkwardly Astrophel was now biting back a whimper of a moan. He hadn't meant to man-handle himself into weeping pre-cum but there it was and it was honestly turning into a nightmare.

"H-how the hells do you get it to go down?!" he gasped. "Is this your doing?!"

IT COULDN'T WAIT UNTIL THE ELF LEFT HIS OFFICE? OF COURSE NOT. The attempts at restraint were watched with what the unobservant might think to be a quizzical eye. Amusement bloomed where once boredom made a home, causing Raphael's wings to spread wide behind him where he sat, and his thighs to shift to a more open position. Getting comfortable in his seat for the oncoming performance, no doubt.

Certainly not to make room should a naughty elf decide his own hands weren't enough to explore the boon he'd unlocked with their agreement.

Peeling his hands away from his desk to draw the knuckles of one up against his lips, breaths drawing in deep the tantalizing scents of fear and arousal flooding his office, Raphael gestured to Astrophel's back. He may not have seen what was happening, but he heard it. He can smell it. The cambion's tail lashed behind him lazily.

"The only stipulation is that to keep it, you must complete your contract." The devil reminded, his words pointedly weighted. "Which should not be difficult for an assassin of your particular skill set. I am nothing if not fair."

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Not here, he chastised himself.

Fingers hovered for a moment longer, barely touching the laces, then curled inward until the bite of his nails left pink crescent moon welts in their wake. Astrophel's knuckles were bone white from the clench of his fists.

Everything about him felt taut, tight as the strings of a violin and perhaps, unfortunately, as easily played as well. Wasn't that how these things worked? His second, his most loyal advisor among the men in his guild, had been quick to point this out. Astrophel had never meant to expose his plan to anyone but if there was one person alive that could pull a secret from him it was Vinharel.

"If you do this then you know you must be vigilant, look for the loopholes, for the ways you can be cheated."

Astrophel stepped closer to the desk, to the impressive figure sat behind it, and cocked his hip, a stance befitting of someone used to getting his way. Never mind that this version of Raphael was physically larger, was more frightening even if he were still attractive, Astrophel was good at adopting an expression of ease.

It was just too bad he had already shown his cards a moment before.

"So it works? Anatomically it is fully functioning? There are no hidden clauses on how or when it functions?" he had read the contract three times through, but still... he had to at least inspect it.

It was no different than having asked for a blade in return, or an ability to cast a particular spell. Astrophel turned his back to Raphael and took a breath before setting his fingers to working his laces loose.

Just a peek, that was all he wanted, but when he drew the waist of his trousers open the mere sight of his new appendage made something in him suddenly bloom.

Oh.

It was getting thicker, visibly, and he could feel the swell, the pulse of his blood hot and quick to sink low in his gut. Gods, why was looking at his own cock turning him on?!

YET ANOTHER CONTRACT SIGNED, AND ANOTHER LOOSE END TIED UP. The master of the house sat - no, loomed - in his office chair on the other side of his desk, fingers curling to dismiss his new debtor's contract to his vaults in a burst of flame. A burning gaze trailed over the elf before him, watching pale fingers flutter over the apex of lean and muscular thighs. Amusement taunted the corners of Raphael's lips upwards, hands folding over the top of his desk.

"You signed. Per our agreement, you have exactly what you asked for." His voice rumbled, a brow ticking upwards. "You're welcome to see for yourself that I'm not lying. I can see you're desperate to get your hands on yourself already."

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The weight of it was the first thing he noticed. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was a new sort of pressure that was unexpected enough that he nearly fell back into the chair he had just stood up from.

A hand touched gingerly at the lace of his leathers. Astrophel's spring gaze remained fixed on the devil before him, but there was a flighty sort of energy to the look.

He wanted to.. no, he needed to see it, but he was nervous.

"Is it... is it done, then?" it sounded thick coming off his tongue, dumb.

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[lordancunin]

i have been pretty quiet as of late, even with those i am close with, because this last week has been SUPER tough.

second week of T and uhhh i am feeling SOMETHING mr krabs. like my GOD. energy? lowkey horny all the time suddenly???? ah haha i am dying

and at work its been tough because one of my co workers got REALLY ill and was having silent seizures constantly and like i was so fuckin worried???? things have gotten better for her with meds now but holy shit????

and then u kno work is work, not bad but its tough when people are out for sure.

AND THEN THE ANTICIPATION.... I GET TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND IN LESS THAN A WEEK?????????? im super emotional about meeting crow in person dsklsfjlsdfjdsflkdsf

so anyway thanks for ur patience smooch i promise if u message me i am not ignoring just you, i am ignoring everyone and attempting to quiet my brain

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[cont. from x]

@dalishflame

If he were to blame anyone, ultimately, it was as simple as saying the devil made him do it.

Because in a way that was true. The rage was always there, to be certain, and so was the frustration Atreion brought forth so easily, as if maybe the other had simply been the right kind of sharp to strike the earth of Astrophel and find the ugly inside that was carefully hidden away from those who attempted to dig it up before.

The attraction was there before to, he would suppose, but not even the devil could look upon Atreion and avoid the allure entirely. Astrophel never denied himself the pleasure of looking long at Atreion, even if it was under the guise of a glare.

Really the only thing that had been missing was this:

A cock and the potent dousing of hormones from when the final piece of his puzzling dysphoria was finally pressed into place.

Astrophel hadn't quite known that it would be like this, and maybe if it were his born form, or some magic he could access to change at will, then there wouldn't have been such an influx of the feelings. He wouldn't have put it past Raphael to have done it on purpose either, as no doubt the devil would find perverse delight at how easily Astrophel's prick swelled with need.

Just a kiss and now he was worried he would burst before he could do anything more! Luckily the flush of embarrassment was easily passed off as the burn of arousal... though that was actually winning out of the two emotions flooding his body.

Atreion had no business tasting the way they did, either. Astrophel had to force the other to turn, to give him the slope of his back instead, or Astrophel would never stop drinking of that sinful mouth. This did not work out as planned and now he was crumbling just as easily as before.

A hand shot to the throat cradled firmly against his palm before just as Atreion's wicked motion of the hips ground the round of his ass against Astrophel's aching cock. His grip tightened, not to the degree of cutting off the ability to drag in some kind of breath, but it would bruise if left clutching too long. Teeth snagged the curve of their bottom lip and his other hand, once holding firm at their hip, now smoothed to the front of Atreion's trousers and began mercilessly tugging at laces holding them firm on their hips.

"You are a fucking brat," he all but spat against the seeking, kiss bruised mouth. His hand found what it needed once the laces loosened enough for him to dip under the fabric. The heaviness already there, already eager for his stroking fingers, only served to encourage Astrophel to rock his hips forward roughly, seeking friction desperately.

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❝  there is no one like you.  ❞

Delight curls at the corner of his mouth crooked and sweet. The things lost in his recent youth are starting to return to him, like this ease that softens his limbs and cracks the stone of his set expressions. His charm has been ever present but always carefully manufactured, used as a weapon and not like the soft-bellied invitation it has become for Astarion.

"None but you," he returns the words in kind, presses them into the march of his mouth steadily upward over a bared chest. The wet warmth seeps from hot lips and blazing tongue against the chilled flesh of the undead.

He will lick flames into Astarion's skin until it is flushed again, as it was centuries ago.

"You are my heart, Astarion."