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Astarion wasn’t a complete stranger to the concept of indulging outdoors.
He had indulged in it on his own before, of course he had. With centuries behind him, it would have been strange if he hadn’t.
Though, the crowded streets of Baldur’s Gate usually made such a moment hard to come by. To many prying eyes, even at night. And with the mission of seducing someone by the order of his master, the less number of witnesses, the better. Meaning that he rarely ended up seducing someone outdoors, though, from time to time, there was an opportunity.
And honestly, he has to say that he’s completely indifferent to the idea of anything taking place outdoors. To be honest, he has more positive connections or thoughts about it, than many other places to which such activities could be confined. With fewer memories, with it becoming less of a habit, he has less bad associations with the outdoors when he thinks about sex, somehow making it much easier for him. Meaning that being outdoors actually somehow gave Astarion a chance to enjoy himself, making him truly feel like he was taking back control. The outdoors was a place that hadn’t been tainted for him, and he was going to take advantage of that.
Especially now, when there’s someone he actually wants to touch him. And Halsin’s touches are so genuine. So natural. So honest. So peaceful. It just makes sense. It makes so much sense as he sees where Halsin’s desire comes from. Being so free and honest, with no motives, just how Astarion is suddenly feeling too. And with Halsin’s comfort with the outdoors, everything feels even more right. It seems so natural to him, and he’s the best, gentle guide he could have asked for as Astarion can rediscover what he wants and needs, as the two of them enjoy it together.
It’s freeing.
More freeing than he would ever think it would be.
With Halsin, the thought of having him in the woods actually ends up being something he aches for. Something to yearn and long for. Almost like a daydream, as everything feels so raw, and so real. He ends up gazing at Halsin, aching for time alone with him. For a chance to make him forget about anything else in the world, because nothing else needed to matter. With him, there’s freedom.
With Halsin, he has the choice to yearn for him. And that makes him yearn for him more than ever before. Astarion craves this freedom, and the bliss of his touches. And outside, it feels more true and passionate. Now, he could never resist. Not when Halsin is right there, and Astarion aches to touch him.
And to be touched with such gentle passion and desire. All he wants is to come undone by Halsin’s hand.
And he will. He already knows he will from the moment Halsin leans in for the first kiss as they’re alone in the middle of the woods, day having turned to night with the stars lighting up the dark sky as they’re alone before the shielding shadows of the trees.
There’s a sweet kiss, another, and another. The soft warmth of his hand against his skin as they lose their clothes so seductive. Almost trapping him in a spell as he wants more and more. Of Halsin everywhere. Here, forever, throughout as he feels himself ache and quiver under every single touch, exhaling his name as Halsin undresses him so gently. The deep lust aching in his gaze as Halsin gently puts all their clothes on the ground, leaving them more comfort above the grass as he never stops pressing slow kisses with intent against his lips. And he never stops running his hands up and down his hips as they’re chest to chest, feeling the burning desire growing within them.
Astarion eagerly follows his lead as Halsin helps him lay down, on their clothes in the grass. Breathing in the scent of peacefulness, out here in the open to enjoy and indulge as he presses soft kisses over Astarion’s chest.
Quick exhales as Astarion feels the ache inside of himself. The throbbing, the fire aching between his legs. All as Halsin keeps kissing him, moving downwards. Further, further, and further as he whimpers at the touch, suffering from the slow progressing as he’s aching for more now. Aching for more intensity as Halsin is the master of patience, while Astarion is not.
Making his whole body tense as the fire grows. Pleasure from his hands moving over his body, from the kisses on his skin. Making him ache as he keeps whimpering, almost uncomfortable as he needs more.
Then Halsin makes him squirm as he gasps so loudly that he feels the air leave his lungs as he rests down between his legs. A quick exhale of warm air as Halsin grasps him, pulling back his foreskin as he begins to stroke as he leans forward to press a kiss to his tip. A second once as Astarion winces, followed by a stray lick to test his sensitivity as he feels his ache grow stronger. It’s impossible to hold back a curse.
A spark, a whirlwind of sensation as he throbs in Halsin’s hand as he swirls his tongue around him. Slowly, the wet warmth already making him go insane. Making him heat up as Halsin engulfs him fully, with Astarion gasping at the sudden warmth everywhere as he takes him in his mouth. A powerful warmth, desire at every angle. It’s as if he could drown from it.
He almost closes his eyes from the pleasure as Halsin moves his head up and down, flicking his tongue in a motion that makes him squirm. So warm, so soft as he feels his lips against him. Slow yet dedicated motions, knowing what he’s doing as they never break eye contact. Making him feel the heat from within so intensely as he uses a hand to grasp at their clothes and the grass as his echo in the wind, escaping into the woods as quickly as they’re uttered. With the cool breeze outside in contrast, the warmth of Halsin is even more prominent.
Closer to bliss. Reaching higher and higher. Each motion making him come closer to his undoing. But Halsin is far from done, showing the fire in his eyes and his intent of desire as he pulls back and exhales, showing that he’s aching for more.
Astarion is as well, begging for the pleasure to return, and to feel it from within. To feel Halsin everywhere as he gets closer and closer to bliss. A warmth unlike anything else. Their mutual desire for more as Halsin strokes him a few more times as they change position slightly, with him sitting on his knees, clearly aching for Astarion as he climbs into his lap. He is trembling, fueled by desire as he wraps his arms around Halsin’s neck to steady himself, feeling part of his feet brush against the grass as he gets into position, feeling a hand between them. Helping Halsin brush against him. Rubbing slightly as he finally pushed inside.
And sparks are released.
Sparks everywhere as his mind goes blank, and as if the entire world goes numb for a split second. Of him tensing up as he feels Halsin inside.
The only sound heard except for a twig broken by a passing critter is their own loud breathing as they exhale loudly and slowly from the sudden sensation exploding through the both. A myriad of senses awakening all at once. A moment of fullness, of everything, of being everywhere as he shivers, leaning in for a kiss as the quick rocking of his hips. Chest to chest, lips pressed together and Halsin’s hands firmly digging into Astarion’s back as they move slightly. Halsin thrusting upwards, Astarion rocking up and down, a quick and matched rhythm as they succumb to desire, each thrust and motion taking them closer to their undoing.
Together. Moving. Little by little. Kiss, touches, rocking of hips. Pleasure. Halsin, Halsin is here. He feels him, he aches for him, he grunts as he feels him hit the right spot, thrusting right where he needs it, making him exhale quickly into the kiss as his body runs wild, tingling, becoming too much. Making him too desperate to hold back.
Swifter, quicker, needier motions. So close to bliss, so close that they could touch it. The look of desire in their gazes. Silent pleas to keep going, to keep going, just like that. Swirls of pleasure, all undone, undone, undone with exhales, a tension of everything as breathing is impossible for a split second, body and mind unavailable at the very peak.
Until they lay there in the grass, breathing loudly. More in tune with the moment than ever. More in tune with freedom. Still stuck in the bliss, but more aware than ever.