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This is weirdly more effort than he usually has to put into this shit, and Blitzø resigns himself to actually trying to think about what Astarion is asking him.

"I guess I like you, otherwise I wouldn't fucking be here without getting something else out of it." If there's a greyish flush to his face, he does his best to ignore it.

"Don't try and do any fucking emotions, crap. I mean you're hot, that's all. If you want to get rough with me, that's fine, but I don't heal fast or anything. I've been handcuffed, tied down, done a bunch of different drugs, wax, ice, electricity... fuck probably a bunch of shit that you've never even heard of so I guess it's hard to think what you can't do to me."

Which is... not what Astarion asked either. "Pleasure's pleasure. I don't wanna be sitting here trying to fucking rank what gets me off hardest. I'll be fine, sparkles. Being smaller doesn't make me fucking breakable."

"Of that, darling, there was never any doubt."

Emotions indeed. Pffft.

He leans in and kisses him again, reaching down to unfasten the imp's trousers, already palming him through the material with his other hand.

"Fuck, there you go, was starting to think I'd have to walk you through it."

Which is as much from his own relief as it is teasing Astarion as he returns the kiss, his tail releasing the vampire's wrist to curl back around his chest and stroke the spade over his nipple. Blitzø otherwise busies his own hands with sliding down Astarion's back towards his ass.

This is where Blitzø will encounter something odd, the ridges of scar tissue in a configuration which doesn't make sense in the context of any injury. Astarion shivers involuntarily - some patches are numb, some hypersensitive - and then pulls back from the kiss, taking Blitzø by the hips to turn him bodily and press him back-down onto the mattress.

"Slide up, my dear, give me some space." Enough room to pull the rest of his clothes off and get in between his legs.

He's felt scar tissue before, seen a lot of it over the years, but the shape doesn't quite make sense under his fingers, almost too neat and uniform for an injury from combat, and it doesn't make sense with what Astarion had said about his healing. But the question turns into a surprised curse as he's lifted and moved to where Astarion wants him, and Blitzø reaches up to drag a pillow down behind his head to avoid his horns digging too much into the mattress.

The scars aren't forgotten about, but he gets the sense from Astarion's reaction that it might be a mood killer to bring them up now, and so he doesn't, just lazily grins up at him as he helps kick off the rest of his clothing and sprawls without a shred of shame.

"Hope you're not planning on making this all one-sided. Or do I need to flip you over to get those pants off?"

"Maybe later," Astarion says, then lowers his head and takes Blitzø's cock into his mouth.

No great surprise that if you don't need to breathe and have two centuries of practice, you're going to be fucking tremendous at giving head.

"Fuuuck..." Astarion is definitely better than most anyone Blitzø has been with for a while. He sucks cock well enough to put succubi out of work, and Blitzø fights the urge to grab his hair and manhandle him as he would Stolas, in part because he feels Astarion doesn't like it and also because you don't fuck around with an artist doing their work.

Instead he settles for digging his claws into the bedding, figuring repairing it later is fair trade enough for what the pale vampire is currently doing to him, and watching him with half-lidded eyes.

"Satan-dammit, do you not fucking need to breathe?" Another full-body shudder and his tail flicks as it's pretty clear that the answer is 'no'. "Christ, you sure you're not from the Lust ring?"

Astarion makes an amused humming sound - a little extra vibration, why not? - and opens his eyes, red gaze dragging up Blitzø's body to his face.

The practical benefits of doing this are very few, if they exist at all. Having sex entirely for fun is alien to him; he knows people do it and he's sure he used to himself, once, but that's been long since forgotten. So why is he doing this, now?

Hard to imagine.

He bobs his head a few leisurely times before sinking his head all the way down, his nose pressing to the imp's stomach. He swallows around him.

Hooves are not great for traction on bedsheets, which is possibly a good thing as Astarion fucking hums and Blitzø struggles not to immediately try to get his cock as far down the vampire's throat as possible. Fortunately Astarion at least has some level of mercy in him as takes him deep a moment later, and there's a tearing sound as Blitzø's claws ventilate the bedsheets.

"Sorry, I'll fix it after--" he manages, although it's swiftly overtaken by a bitten-off curse.

He pushes himself up more on his elbows, if only to make it easier to watch as Astarion swallows around him and hiss under his breath at the sight.

"Fuck me, you keep this up and I'll be apologising for cutting this too short too."

There's the barest hint of a smile at the corners of Astarion's stretched lips, his eyes creasing at the corners. Sounds fine to him.

He slides easily into a rhythm, stroking Blitzø's shaft with his lips and tongue, taking a few moments to focus his attentions at the tip, before deep-throating him again.

It's weird not to be dirty talking all the while as this happens, too many rounds of calling Stolas all kinds of filthy things and throwing him around leaving Blitzø with little to fall back on when he can't do that. Instead he's left to focus entirely on what Astarion is doing with lips and tongue and something about that is enough that it's not too much longer before he's grabbing for the vampire's shoulder, holding on almost desperately as his hips twitch.

"Astarion--" It's an attempt at a warning, a chance for the man to back off if he wants, but he's so close to the edge that he's not sure he could even stop himself if he tried.

Even working with an alien species, Blitzø seems to be very similar in a lot of familiar, mammalian ways. Astarion can feel the throb of his cock between his lips, taste precome on his tongue. He knows he's close.

He only backs off far enough to concentrate his attentions at the head, one hand pumping hard and fast at his shaft.

"Fuck-!" He manages to pull his hand away from Astarion's shoulder and sink his claws into the bedding again as the vampire doubles down and shoves Blitzø over the edge with clever lips and hands. Despite how vocal he usually is, Blitzø seems almost focused on not reacting as he comes, a shudder rolling through him before he tenses completely and spills in Astarion's mouth, finally exhaling and going almost boneless afterward.

He wouldn't be the first to punch a few holes in Astarion during orgasm - tieflings and dragonborn, in particular, can sometimes get rather feisty - but it's nice of him to avoid doing anything untoward.

"Mmmm."

He swallows and pulls up off him, pressing a kiss to his hip.

"Never thought I'd see you at a loss for words, darling."

"Yeah well, don't get used to it."

Blitzø pushes himself up again and tugs Astarion into a proper kiss, uncaring of the taste of himself in it.

"Or do, I'm not complaining that much."

He also doesn't believe for a second that they're done, his tail curling around the other man's thigh and dragging over his still clothed cock.

"Want me to return the favour or we could find some lube and have even more fun."

Astarion shudders at the touch. His trousers are snug leather at the best of times; they're an uncomfortable stretch when he's even slightly hard. He nuzzles into Blitzø's neck, kisses the red skin.

"I can find lube. Can you go again, darling?"

He keeps up the motion, the spade of his tail somewhere between a palm and a tongue with how it curls. It's not something that he has cause to do often, but it's handy when it comes to sneaking something he's not supposed to or impressing attractive pale vampires.

"I mean I'll need a minute but who hasn't been 5 or 6 rounds in a night, amirite? I don't think you realise how fucking thirsty some of my previous partners have been."

"You're right, darling, I couldn't begin to imagine."

He slides off the bed and stands up, making it easier to strip off the rest of the way. More pale skin, and not even the suggestion of body hair.

He isn't sure if that's a dig or not, so just stares at Astarion, watching as he strips away the leather pants and reveals more pale skin.

"Impressed you manage to deal with wearing those all day. Do vampires not sweat?"

He's guessing it's also a no, but he'll curl his tail around Astarion's waist to pull him closer and drag his tongue down his stomach to taste him all the same.

The answer is that they don't; his skin is cool but tastes basically human. He shivers at the stroke of Blitzø's forked tongue, back arching.

"Do you want to fuck me?" he asks, voice low and sultry.

The low purr of Astarion's voice has his dick giving a twitch of interest despite the fact it hadn't been that long since he came already, and Blitzø quirks an eyebrow as his tail slides between Astarion's legs and curls around his cock.

"Fuck yeah I do." Honestly he'd be down for any configuration at this point, but if that's what Astarion is feeling it works for him. It's a little odd not being in charge at the same time but he's pretty sure he can make up for it. Especially as he tightens his grip just a little and starts stroking Astarion's cock.

Astarion's lashes flutter and a low, needy sound escapes him; it's quite the sight to look down and see Blitzø doing this to him hands-free. He's not sure tiefling tails are so...prehensile.

"That's quite a trick," he murmurs. Though he's probably going to have to stop for a moment so Astarion can sprawl out on the bed and beckon him closer.

"How do you want me, darling?"

On his back, or something a little less intimate?

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He shifts the grip away from the more sensitive parts of Astarion's anatomy and instead wraps around his waist to tug the other man down onto the bed. Blitzø releases him then, but only so he can prowl across the bed toward him and settle between Astarion's legs.

He lifts one of the vampire's legs and nips lightly at his inner thigh, just enough to tease and avoid breaking skin.

"You're great just like this. You trust me enough to show you a couple of other tricks while I'm here?"

"Go right ahead," he murmurs, splaying his body out in a comfortable sprawl.

Trust is an odd thing to ask about, to his mind - but then, trust has been the absolute last thing on his mind with basically any new sexual partner.

Maybe not the kind of serious trust, but Blitzø is well aware that there's at least some trust involved with letting someone with his kind of teeth anywhere near their junk. It's like a beartrap when he opens his mouth, but it's his tongue that wraps, strange and long in its own right, around Astarion's cock. He strokes the length in front of Astarion once before carefully closing his mouth around the vampire's length.

It's an exercise in concentration as he focuses on that while also carefully dragging the pad of his thumb down further to press against Astarion's entrance; he's well aware that he's a lot of claw and doesn't try for anything further, just teases at him while his tongue and lips work against Astarion's cock.

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