Epic Beasts
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Wyll wants—oh, what he wants these days could fill a library. He tries to keep his attention on the moment and his hopes no further afield than tomorrow morning. There are bigger concerns than his love life. There is more to do than wonder how sweet those lips might taste under the rosy warmth of sunlight.
Wyll and Astarion have been dancing around each other--and the moment of intimacy they shared--for the better part of a month.
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- Part 2 of a little self-indulgence
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Gale sees how much his husband loves his wedding band and has a devious little idea.
“You are being so mysterious, little fiend. I can't complain over a beautiful gift, but- Oh--”
While the tiefling spoke, Gale took the ring, opened his mouth, and flicked his tongue inside it, smiling like the cat who got the cream.
Estevan’s eyes fluttered shut when sensation took him over.
“Oh, baby, what have you done? We shall never leave the house again.”Series
- Part 3 of The Dark Urge and the Wizard
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/tolerance to a poison acquired by taking gradually increased doses of it/
The wizard's blood is toxic. Remarkable how repetition turns horrors mundane.
Or, to expound: The wizard of Waterdeep reeks of poison and weed, and Astarion can’t help himself on either count. Luckily, Gale considers any and all forms of experimentation, no matter how virulent, to be fruitful. Things escalate in every possible direction over a series of well-wasted camp nights.
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- Part 1 of Deprecation
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“I want you in my mouth,” Oleander whispers against Astarion’s cool skin. “I want my teeth in you. I want to rip you apart and swallow.” He mouths toothlessly at Astarion’s neck. “I want you inside of me.”
“Well,” Astarion says, hand stilling in Oleander’s hair. “That’s not usually what people mean when they say that to me.”
Astarion indulges one of Oleander's more unusual desires.
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- Part 3 of nerium (m!durge/astarion)
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These days, most everybody in camp had learned to wave away Astarion’s advances with a laugh. They found the flirtation titillating, Gale figured, or a bit threatening, or some combination of the two. He wondered if anybody else found it sad.
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Good old-fashioned rumination on choice and compulsion. Gale and Astarion shake off their metaphorical shackles.