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Tavie played with the end of their tail as they laid in their tent impatiently waiting to see if Astarion would decide to sneak into their tent for a late night cuddle.
They would have just asked him outright if he had planned on it but he was preoccupied by Gale last time they saw him. The charming but single minded human was trying to enrapture their darling elf with lore of magic of some sort they were sure of.
A few weeks back Astarion would have just rudely walked away from Gale's rambling but these days he seems to have softened up even towards the Wizard of waterdeep.
And Tavie, not being one to fuss decided to leave them be and just head to their tent for the night. Though now they wish they had budged in because their mind began to stray to unbearably flustering thoughts.
Their thighs shifting anxiously under their blanket only made the growing warmth in their loins spark a brighter flame.
"Shit." They hissed, letting go of their tail and lightly banged their head back against their makeshift pillow made of furs and clothes.
"Not now."
It was one thing to be horny on their own time but if Astarion was around them while they're this worked up the guilt of aching for him would make Tavie feel horrid.
They had promised Astarion a month or so back that their relationship did not need sex involved. Which was still true, but that didn't stop Tavie from fantasizing now and then or just suddenly feeling a need to let off some steam. But they were good about hiding it and taking care of themselves when they found the time to.
But with Astarion slowly getting more affectionate it was becoming harder to find time to pleasure themselves.
Now being in Baldur's Gate there was so much to plan and do. So of course the only time they really got time to themselves was right before bed.
They'd talk, joke, cuddle and flirt but much more innocently than Astarion was ever accustomed to but he seemed to adore the pet names and sweet quips they'd share with each other.
It was lovely. Astarion had been lovely. He was acting so differently from the cocky bastard facade he'd wear so often. He was still a brat and hungry for power to protect himself but Tavie could tell more and more each day that there was a very sweet center to their bitter vampire.
Truth be told, this side of him that Tavie felt blessed to see was truely, so much hotter than the man they had slept with.
Tavie groaned and rubbed a hand over their face at the thought of his face softening just for them and how cuddly he had become.
How his fingertips stroked Tavie's infernal back ridges while he held them. Just to hear them purr in content, making Astarion chuckle in response as he pulled them even closer in his thin but strong arms.
His relentless teasing of how cute and adorable Tavie was did not soften the blow of passion that was bursting at the seams in the tiefling.
It's not like Tavie could tell him to tone it down. The idea of discouraging him in any way from being nice and sweet?? It was absolutely out of the question.
This was good. He's working on himself through his growing relationship with them.
After desperately wanting Astarion to be the "pet bunnies" kind of person he seemed to loathe, he actually was starting to care about people other than himself.
He helped Gale sneak the book he needed out of the Sorcerers Sundreys vaults, said he'd help the Gurr he use to despise get revenge on his old master once he got the kinks of his plan of attack out, and even was sometimes talking to Yenna the child they had recently taken in. Not much but more than he had talked to Arebela despite liking her attitude and knack for stealing things.
"She's a little runt but I suppose she pulls more weight around here than Withers does on a daily basis." He had jested to Tavie in a hushed tone to not offend the child when Tavie caught him allowing Yenna to talk his ear off about the meal she was making for them.
He was trying. Which seemed once impossible.
Right before he had confessed to Tavie about his plan and it failing by falling for them, they had started to give up on Astarion caring at all for them or anyone for that matter.
His constant negativity towards their heroic actions and fighting against Tavie's kindness towards him and others was exhausting and hurtful.
Yet ever since he laid the truth out he'd been changing.
For Tavie's sake they assumed he'd argue but they hoped he was really doing it for his own happiness. Because that's what mattered the most to Tavie.
His happiness, his freedom, his safety and comfort.
It was hard not to prioritize him over everything else. They loved him, more than anything. Even if they hadn't said that out loud to him. In fear of making him feel trapped in whatever they had going on.
Which is why they felt sick with shame at the thought of Astarion realizing how wanton their body was for him.
Before they could even begin to try and think of something that could turn them off the tent flap opened suddenly. White hair poking through along with a long whiny groan.
"God's below, that man loves to hear himself speak!" Astarion hisses in annoyance as he pokes his head inside the tent.
Tavie yelped in surprise at his entrance and sat up quickly, smiling but face flushed under the scales adorning their cheeks. "H-heh well that's rich coming from the likes of you."
"Oh ha-ha." He growls lightly before looking down at Tavie's half covered body, seemingly disappointed. "Hm? Going to bed already, my sweet?"
"Oh um I was just getting comfortable really. I wasn't sure if you'd be stopping by or not."
"Well I definitely planned on it. Though my original plan was to go hunting and then come to you. Gale sadly hijacked me before I could even think about what I should hunt for."
"I'm sorry, kitten. But uh you could go now I'm sure you can still find something."
Astarion tilts his head looking them up and down trying to read them. "I'd dare say you're trying to get rid of me, pup."
"What no of course not! I just don't want you to be hungry all day tomorrow and I can't exactly feed you right now. You were quite glutinous last night you pig." They giggle nervously.
"How dare you it's not my fault you forgot to tell me to stop!"
"You were rubbing the back of my neck! You know I'm puddy in your hands when you do that." They bite back while folding their arms with a bashful pout.
He scoffs but quickly smirks. "I can't help myself darling. I do so love how easily you purr for me."
God's damn him! They scream internally as they feel their heart skip a beat.
"Alright enough stroking your ego, Mister, or you don't get any cuddles whatsoever tonight!" Tavie exclaims with a flustered squint as they get in his face playfully trying to intimidate him.
Astarion doesn't move away but Tavie does see his brow arch a tad upwards. "Are you threatening me with lack of affection? Truly? Come now pet you know I've been through worse torments."
Tavie felt like kicking themselves realizing it was probably low of them to even joke about taking away something like this from Astarion.
"Oh i-I um was only joking Starlight. I'm so-"
Astarion chuckles and tilts their chin up, interrupting their apology.
"Darling I'm just pulling that adorable tail of yours. Though I must say, despite it not being the worst thing I could endure, you are a cruel little thing for trying to take away my favorite pastime." He pouts, batting his eyes at them but then slowly but surely smirks. "Hm…though I suppose this one's actually my favorite."
Before Tavie can ask what it was he quickly leans in and kisses them sweetly but passionately, taking Tavie's breath away instantly. When he pulls away they try to chase his lips at first but halt realizing the moment has passed.
Astarion laughs at their darkened cheeks and hooded gaze. "Well I doubt you'll kick me out of your tent now with a look like that!"
Tavie wonders if he's meaning to tease them to this extent. If he was it must have been to feel in control and to be sure that they wouldn't pressure him into anything he wasn't ready for.
Whatever the case, Tavie wouldn’t press for more than Astarion was willing to give. Though they desperately needed a moment to themselves to itch this scratch.
They shake their head before speaking. "F-fine you win. But please go find something to drink off of. I don't want you ogling my neck all day tomorrow."
His defiant smug look fades to a puppy dog face once again. "But when I come back you'll be asleep already."
"I'll stay up until you're back, I promise."
"Hmph, fine. But if you're out cold when I return I'll be quite sour with you pup."
"It wouldn't be the first time, so I'll live."
Astarion squints at their muttered words before pushing Tavie down onto the bedroll making them yelp in protest.
"H-hey!"
He loom's over Tavie for a moment, trapping them with his hands on either side of their head.
"Careful darling, it's not wise for prey to tease a predator. Especially one that is utterly starving." He warns, leering down at the blushing tiefling.
"A-and it's not wise to bite the hand that feeds you!" Tavie retorts with a weak laugh, trying their best to level their breathing to not show how much the man above them was driving them mad.
He laughs in return and leans down close to their lips. "Touché, my dear." He says before pecking Tavie's lips and then sat up with a sigh. "Well I'll see what I can find to eat I suppose. I'll try not to take too long if possible."
"A-Alright, good luck heh." Tavie props themselves up on their elbows and weakly smiles.
"Thank you, Darling." He smiles and crawls out of the tent into the crisp night air.
When Tavie can no longer hear his footsteps leaving the campsite they sigh in pent up frustration as the flop back down on their bedroll.
Hesitantly they work their hand under the covers and ghost the tip of their fingers over their still clothed cunt. They've completely soaked through their smalls and pants.
They curse themselves with a whine and wish they had more bedclothes to change into.
Though they'll only get soaked through as well at this rate if they didn't let themselves release this tension.
Shakily they sigh while muttering to themselves.
"I…probably have enough time for this…hopefully."
They quickly pull their pants and smalls down to their knees before pulling the blanket fully over them, just in case Astarion was to suddenly return at a horribly embarrassing moment.
A fine idea…but would that be enough to deter the elf from stealing a peak anyway if they were to return before Tavie was finished?