#i truly said yolo thanks yall for enabling me

[mercymaker]

sometimes astarion would spoon her, his half-hard cock rubbing lazily against her thigh as his lips laid a line of kisses on her shoulder. needy. mal knew exactly what he wanted, and more often than not, she'd indulge him, nodding softly in a universal sign of consent.

his teeth would sink into the muscle, as close to her neck as she'd allow him. a sharp pain at first, but soon it would melt into a soothing numbness. astarion would drink, greedily, until he'd hear her moan, a soft plea, an invitation, a fair exchange.

he'd position himself at her entrance and wait. for her wetness to coat him, for his lover to push herself into him, eager, nigh desperate to take him. astarion would drink her warmth softly enveloping him as he pushed himself deeper, until he could taste it in her blood, feel it coursing through both of their bodies. pleasure.

their movements would soften to a lull, like a ship slowly treading through a calm sea, for he'd be almost blood-drunk, so much he'd feed from her. astarion would leave her on a brink, weak and light-headed, teetering on the edge of consciousness, as he fucked her softly, idly, stopping at times to kiss the bite marks on her skin or let his hand wander around mal's body.

and so both of them would slow down, with pleasure being the only thing keeping them from giving into slumber. it would feel like an eternity, lazily fucking the night away...