Keeping Count, In Multiple Ways
It’s an Average night, for the vampire lord, but not for the common folk. Who would know whatever hedonist couples get up to in the middle of their off hours? More debauchery? Cuddle?
Sometimes the peasants and servants held betting contests with no outcome, as said speculated activities took place in a private section of the palace.
As far as fantasying about vampires go, usually it involved something with blood, torture, and bondage.. But it’s always spoken of as a mild joke, the tone causes dissociation between the newer fanatics who joined the staff. They certainly don’t last, often, boundaries were crossed and vampires know how to make use of about anything that inconveniences them.
Such as, a well bottled champagne, or a fine red. With a touch of freshly discarded initiates who didn’t make the cut. No long term employment for them, bugger.
Astarion took one whiff off the latest bottle, raising a brow at this one. “Hmm, one of the humans..? It’s.. Earthly, somewhat aged perhaps.” He takes a sip, a pleased expression develops on his face.
“Makes you wonder when they get the hint.. They’re the ones walking in to a vampire den offering free labor.”
His consort, Loki, is sitting atop of a luxurious writing desk. His eyes are focused on some opened letters. He glosses over the written words, barely reading. He’s distracted.
“Mortals, fanatics specifically.. Are fairly desire-oriented. And most creatures of desire see little else.” Astarion takes a step closer to his consort. “You can’t fault them for pushing, I do enjoy a good locally sourced blood bag like any other..”
“I think you just enjoy punishing them, because it’s more fun.”
“Punish them how?”
“They come here, hoping to receive your blessing, are given a list of rules and proceed to break them despite having it all written out for them on what not to do.” Loki pushes the letter aside.
“I’ve noticed how easily they are tempted to break the rules. Did you instruct the staff not to interfere?” The half elf looks up to meet the vampire lord with intense eye contact. There’s a playful grin on his face.
“Obviously. It’s a testing phase, but it all works out. It’s in the paperwork too, so nothing that can harm us long term.” Astarion chuckles, then fills a chalice with the wine. He strides over to his consort and hands him the cup.
Loki’s eyes remain trained on Astarion, unblinking. He’s calculating potential problems in his head, but doesn’t voice his concerns. “It all works out in the end, as you say.” He then focusses on the drink in his hand, taking a large swig. “The fruits of labor and a well-done investment, then. What if they hadn’t failed the trials?” He puts the chalice down.
“Proper employment first. I’m not a crook, just a lawyer with a rather nice estate and a decent paycheck. Oh, and also.. The Vampire Ascendant, lord and ruler of the crimson palace.. Lover of debauchery and.. Virginal handsome men.” His voice lowers at the last part, slow, sultry. Quite horny.
Notably Loki had unbuttoned one singular button of his blouse, the second Astarion turned around.
“Someone pays attention.” The half elf looks innocently at his husband. He adjusts a stray strand of hair and slicks it back behind his ear.
“I am incredibly attentive.” Astarion affirms, he settles between the other’s legs, placing a firm grip on Loki’s thigh.
He’s amused at how silent Astarion becomes for a moment
“No Monologues? The employment rate seems.. A little Unbalanced. And I thought I told you to stop with the virginal thing.. I might not match your stamina but I-” Loki is stopped mid-sentence when Astarion tilts his head to draw a kiss out of him.
“I’m not ..” Loki gasps, a fang pierces the skin of his lower lip, drawing a bit of blood. “Astarion..” He huffs, annoyance coats his features whilst a trail of blood forms on his mouth.
“Delicate, sensitive.. And Mine.” The vampire lord licks his lips as he draws back. One of his hands still rests on his consort’s thigh. He gives him a light squeeze. “..Tender? Yes, quite tender.” He then strokes the length of his leg.
“There you go again.. Flattery could do with less teasing, how about..” Loki makes a fist and grabs Astarion by the collar of his fine garment, pulling him closer. Astarion nearly melts from this sudden move, swept up in the moment.. Only for Loki to stop his lips from touching the other. He chuckles, letting out a cold breath on Astarion’s face before releasing him.
“That was just mean.” The high elf pouts. “I thought you were going to-” Loki puts his index finger on his lips to shush him. The vampire studies the other’s face, confused.
Loki then pushes him back a little more, his fingers slip towards his blouse, silently undoing a few more buttons. He caresses his own form, drawing a curve, watching Astarion’s quiet stare.
The silence makes the sound of fabric being caressed sound incredibly sensual.
“Tender.” Loki mouths in a whisper. Astarion could swear he had been drooling, caught off guard by how easily Loki could make him fall quiet. He knows the half elf knows.
“It’s lovely to see you fall apart, love.” Loki laughs, He gets up from the dresser, giving Astarion a push. The lord lets out the heavy breath he was holding. It’s rare Loki takes the lead, which makes it all the more tempting to immediately spin him around.
So, before Loki could grab him by his collar again, Astarion uses his supernatural speed to throw him on their bed.
“Astarion!” Loki sits up slightly as Astarion begins to take of his luxurious vest. “Come now, Darling.. After that display, I can’t help myself..” He crawls towards the other, who remains somewhat peeved.
“So impatient, how unlike you.” His consort says sarcastically. He playfully presses a foot against Astarion’s chest to keep him from getting closer. The other grabs the limb to pull him closer anyway.
“Darling, that would be.. An average night. No, I think I’ll just..” Astarion puts his hand on Loki’s shoulder to push him down on the mattress. “Take my sweet time..” He presses his lips to the other’s neck, earning pleased noises from the smaller man.
Two slender hands wrap around the vampire lord’s back, caressing the lines of his muscles and scars. Loki sighs with a smile on his face as his body submits.
Perhaps he should ask about the employment rate when he’s less distracted..
