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It‘s in seventh grade when they change the pudding they get at lunch, from the one with the little cow called Thorm‘s vanilla pudding on the package to a brightly yellow colored one made from a different company with the ridiculously long name of fat free lactose free soy vanilla pudding without any type of cute print on it. The anger is immeasurable, noises of disgust roaring through the hall of the cafeteria as the kids begin to take in the change in their tuesday and thursday dessert.
Astarion doesn‘t like the school lunch really and couldn‘t care less for a snack discourse, when he was still busy wondering how he‘d hide the bruise on his arm and shoulder during gym class or if he‘d skip it all together again.
„Tch, I don‘t know who think‘s this is edible!“ Lae‘zel rips him out of her thoughts, squinting at the small plastic container in her hands and „They want to weaken us so, so we‘re easier to kill.“ At this their group of friends stills, blinking at the girl in communal confusion only to be interrupted in their tribunal of judgements by a wet, gag inducing plopp sound, that was followed by loud swallowing.
Sitting in complete silence was Wyll, pudding cup still held to his mouth, chewing the vanilla gooey mass in as if it were a great delicacy, meant to be cherished, smilling in the faces of utter terror.
Tav snorted, breaking the silence, „And you called me disgusting for licking that spider“ Shadowheart interjected, „I don‘t think you can compare-„ - „Want another one, fat free lactose free soy vanilla pudding boy ?“ All eyes were on Astarion, as he offered the pudding to Wyll, raising his brows expectantly. After a few seconds, Wyll reluctantly took it and they watched oooh-ing and groaning how he slurped down another one of the awful puddings by directly squeezing it into his mouth.
„You know, you can have mine too if you want“, Gale said after a few seconds of silence at the table as Karlach perked up as well, „Mine too, bud.“ Both of them, followed by Shadowheart and Lae’zel scooted their puddings towards him also, „I don’t know what you guys have for a problem with this, my dad always buys that brand.“ Wyll finally declares without any shame, after for some reason chewing the pudding again as if it was a sandwich and it makes Astarion so unbelievably angry, he wants him to choke on that stupid pudding. Did rich people not know how to eat food?
Once word has gotten around at the tables surrounding them that Wyll Ravenguard, most popular boy in their grade, was eating those puddings as if it was a challenge and they realized only when finishing their meal they could get another, maybe better snack, many got up to bring him their cup. Some only out of curiosity of how many he would actually eat.
By the 20th cup Astarion is biting his lip and flaring his nostrils, squinting at the other boy as a small crowd has gathered around their table. This pudding was awful, everyone thought that way and by calling him a stupid nickname and giving him the cup, he meant to belittle him and make him feel stupid. But no, great Wyll Ravengard had to take pride in the title and finding a challenge in it and even make people admire him for it. Oh, how much he hated him.
It‘s at the 35th cup he lifts his hands in defeat, sending a charismatic smile towards his peers, „Well guys, it seems like I had enough.“ While their classmates laugh awe, some even congratulating him, Astarion watches Wyll bring a hand to his mouth to burp and while everyone else is distracted by their glee, he sees the moment of panic bright and clear. The moment Wyll‘s eyes go wide, realizing, that what‘s coming isn‘t a mere burp.
„Oh, shit“, and Astarion thinks it‘s the first time he heard the boy swear, as Wyll scrambles to get up from the table, knocking over his chair, just to manage to run a few steps to the next table and puke what looked like 2 liters of radioactive pudding onto an abandoned lunch tray. Astarion knows how cruel it is, but he can‘t pass up on the opportunity laying in front of him, ready to be taken, as he walks over to him, bringing himself into smelling distance to point at the vomit on the floor, looking down into Wyll‘s eyes, as he‘s still heaving, hunched over the table, „You good, fat free lactose free soy vanilla pudding ?“
The crowd erupts in all sorts of noises, from people insulting him, to people repeating what he said in total amusement, screeching it at the top of their lungs, to moans of communal disgust, as they slowly part ways, making their way back to their classrooms.
As they leave some pat Wyll‘s back to show compassion, yet all have either their shirt or their hand covering their mouths, averting their gaze.
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In fall of ninth grade Astarion spends most of the time not spending going out with someone else every other week and aggressively making out in hallways, beneath the bleachers to skip lessons he deemed unnecessary and any other subjects he didn‘t care for. At that point he was so sure he wouldn‘t be alive for his 20th birthday that he hardly cared.
He had broken up with his boyfriend of nearly two months, a new record even for him, Sebastian, right on prom night. It was the first time where he actually felt bad about, as he knew how much he meant to him, as the boy had pushed him away, tears strolling down his cheeks. As he ranted and shouted at him, already clad in his suit matching Astarion’s own, and he let it happen, desperate to care but too numb to defend himself. „I trusted you“ , Sebastian spit, „You were my first boyfriend, my first everything and you throw me away like that?“
He didn‘t know what he was supposed to say, that wasn‘t ‚Sorry, my family ruins everything that means something to me and I don‘t want that to happen‘ or ‚I‘m massively tired of being alive and I don‘t want to cause any grief in the foreseeable future‘. He also didn‘t say that the honest truth why things had to end was that what he enjoyed about Sebastian was his shyness, standing his ground at the pace of their relationship. Not like everyone else he dated, he wasn‘t desperate to get him out of his clothes and wouldn‘t just do whatever Astarion asked of him. Sure, he was enticed by him, slowly falling for him, but Astarion for the first time had to actually put in effort into getting close to someone and also in their pants. He started to care and he saw his siblings watch him do so and it made him to scared to move
He found his way to squeeze through the sidewall of the bleachers to be away from the buzzing of the quite mid event.
„Mizora?“ Astarion squinted at him, an uneasy feeling growing in his stomach, „Isn‘t she ..in college?“ He tried not to sound as distraught as he was at the revelation show in his voice. He squats down patting down through some high grass until he feels the neck of a wine bottle he had hidden there earlier.
„Well yeah, but she told me it‘s no problem I‘m so young and that her friends wouldn‘t mind“ Wyll scratches the back of his head, he has grown a small stubble and started wearing his hair in braids since summer, sporting a dark red suit that ironically matches the details of Astarion‘s own one.
Astarion opens the wine bottle he had stolen from his brother and took a long gulp, trying to take in the information as nonchalant as possible „Does your father know?“ He wonders what the honorable mayor Ravengard would say to Mizora and Wyll dating.
„He doesn't want me to date at all, since it keeps me away from my studies and sports.“ Wyll rubs the back of his head awkwardly at the confession, before, to Astarion’s surprise, pulling a little flask from his suit.
„Oh, fat free lactose free vanilla pudding is getting rebellious.“ - „Fuck off, Astarion!“ And he snorts, delighted how he gets the most polite person in what felt like their entire school swear. „I know you wouldn’t take this seriously, why should I even bother?“ Wyll sighs as he gets up from his spot, walking towards a gap to leave, „Wait“, and Astarion doesn‘t even know why he said it, maybe because it was less said to get drunk together and than alone or maybe cause he did feel bad and a slight unease at the thought of the whole Mizora situation. Another thing to hate about Wyll Ravengard: While he could dodge unwanted advances from questionable people he sought them out himself and still he feels as sense of relief as the man turns back around, sending him a surprised gaze. Astarion rolls his eyes and huffs, even though the man does as he’s told. Wyll sits back closer to him, leaning against the wall so they sit next to each other, smug look ghosting his lips, „Why should I wait, do you need a new date, after you made your last one cry?“ At that Astarion whips his head around, „You know about that?“ He feels his fingers tremble at the idea of the humiliation he had most likely caused Sebastian, taking another swig and another as he hears how Wyll clears his throat, it clearly being an uncomfortable topic. „Almost everyone does, he cried so bad, I almost called an ambulance until Gandrel drove him home.“ - „Gandrel of all people, that degenerate-“ he stops himself at Wyll‘s warning glance in his direction, rolling his eyes before sighing dramatically, „I wasn‘t going to insult his heritage, only his family.“ Wyll has to laugh at that, taking another swig of his flask.
„Where did you even get that from?“ Astarion eyes the intricate metal flask with its leather binding with suspicion, a gift from Mizora perhaps? But it seemed quite vintage, not really something someone like her seemed to like, „Oh, my dad got this gifted at some point but he doesn‘t drink so i took it.“ Astarions grunts at that, another rice purity test point taken from Wyll Ravenclaw, „Ah, so you stole it!“ He pointed at Wyll in glee who frowned at the other boy‘s words, „No, that‘s not..“- „Does he know you took it?“ Astarion interlaced his fingers to rest his chin on his hands, batting his lashes at Wyll, who falters, „No, but I didn‘t steal it since I‘ll put it back, it‘s just“ He dismisses him with the wave of his hand, „Whatever you say, lactose free soy vanilla pudding .“ They bickered back and forth till the early hours of the morning, at some point going by a gas station Astarion knew didn‘t check for IDs and by the morning they didn‘t despise each other as much but also not a lot less than before.
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It was right around Kalarch‘s 19th birthday, that they had gotten an offer for two and a half room flat, close to the Blushing Mermaid, with a wonderful view onto the promenade and the beach underneath, that it made you overlook the formation of moldy spots in somes corners of the wall and the questionably electricity and water pipe situation. Also in the flat below him someone had died and it still smelled a bit, as the neighbors noticed the corpse only after the stench of decay had attracted all sorts of animals and it seeped into the street. The main suspect was the prior renter of their flat, who they thought had died as well but just found he had abandoned his flat altogether, leaving most stuff behind, seemingly hurried.
The kitchen was almost new, they checked any crevice for potential cameras or bones or …whatever a potential killer might own but with both of their home lives they knew, even if they had found the cadaver of another victim a bit of cleaning would have sufficed to sell them the place.
Astarion was on his way to the gym, his smoothie in one hand and phone it the other, already looking for a playlist to listen to, as he wandered into the kitchen to grab his car keys and it was only there that he heard a familiar voice, „Mizora is threatening to send all texts, pictures and audios to my dad.“ he halted in his tracks to look at Wyll, who had a white patch on his eye and bruises around the other and as the man stopped speaking to look at him, he involuntarily had to wince.
He had known that Mizora was a bad crowd, he wasn‘t to say he was much better, but he knew when someone was worse, making his opinion clear on her the first time Wyll had brought it up. Still his mouth felt dry as the man looked at each other from across the kitchen and he didn‘t know what to say, recognizing the look of shame and anger on the other man‘s face too well.
„I was going to the store“, he said, clearing his throat, his gaze drifting to Karlach for a second, before landing back on Wyll, „Can I get you any lactose free vanilla soy pudding, lactose free soy vanilla puddin‘ ?“ And the man merely groaned at him, before snorting, „You asshole!“ And at that Astarion had to grin as well. He couldn‘t help that a smile just suited Wyll Ravengard a lot better, than a solemn frown and that thousand yard stare that made his chest tighten in unease.
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As Wyll‘s dad disowned him, he showed up with nothing but his backpack, a small suitcase and the clothes he had on his body on Karlach and Astarion‘s doorstep at 7 am on a sunday morning.
Astarion blinked at the ringing of the doorbell, blinking into the darkness, only light the few beams slipping through the cracks of the roller shutters, revealing brown hair and green skin sleeping peacefully next to him and a second later he was sitting upright in his bed, as Lae‘zel snored on.
„ Vanilla Puddin ‘, what are you doing here so early in the morning?“ He gave Wyll a sideward glance as the man sat at his table in an unusually disheveled state. He had his long braids in a low ponytail, giving him a founding father-esque touch, a college varsity hoodie with a small hole at the shoulder and peeking out underneath the table were Karlach‘s bright pink fur slippers.
He poured himself a cup of coffee and added the overpriced Mingari creamer he and Karlach had splurged on a week earlier. The man at the table shrugged heavily, averting his gaze at the question asked, „You probably don‘t believe me, when I tell you I just woke up early today to workout?“ Astarion raises his brow, at his friend not being able to lie. He didn‘t let it show, as he took a sip from his coffee, but he didn‘t like how he felt at seeing Wyll in a state like this, eyes all puffy, biting his already chapped lips in nervousness. But since the other man still tries to play it cool he goes along with it, , „Well, you would look hot if that was a case, my dear“, and at that Wyll perks up, a wary grin on his face, „What?“
He looks so innocent on their tiny kitchen chair in the slightly too small hoodie he wore, looking up at him with tired puppy eyes, gaping and Astarion tries to stifle a laugh. „You know with your bun up and done all sexy and those sweatpants .“ He mimics the way he imagines putting your hair in a bun looked like, before wiggling his brows while describing the pants, swaying his hips to emphasize their importance. Wyll bursts out laughing, covering his eyes with his hands, „Alright, I can never look at those pants the same way, thank you, Star.“ Astarion blinks, he‘s still surprised when the other man calls him nicknames - non insulting ones at that and if he‘s being completely honest, he does kind of like it they way star rolls of the other man‘s lips in such an endearing manner just to address him. The realization makes him want to fling himself out of the nearest window.
Their conversation gets interrupted, as a door opens swiftly, crashing onto the wall next to it, taking down a poster.
With loud steps announcing her arrival, Lae‘zel storms into the kitchen, hair thrown into a messy bun, „You‘re exceptionally good“, she says accusingly, pointing at him, „But if anyone finds out about this.“ She glared at him, eyeliner messy around her eyes and her dress looks disheveled, yet she doesn’t look any less threatening. Astarion mimics closing and locking his mouth, before throwing away the imaginary key.
„Touché“, he lets his gaze wander over to the kitchen table to Wyll, who’s making himself so small around his coffee mug as if he thought they didn‘t see him if he did,“I guess you just have to threaten one more person“, he points at Wyll sitting at the table and snaps around, noticing him only then. It‘s at the same time they all hear the water being turned off. Kalarch is done with her shower.
Lae‘zel stills, seemingly going through all five stages of grief at the thought of the different outcomes to the best friend of her on and off girlfriend finding her here, so she opts to send Wyll one more threatening glance, giving out a ‚Mmhpf‘ sound before bolting.
Astarion dutifully walks after her to close the door, scooting their cat around his feet that automatically also tries to run off.
„What was that?“ Karlach as, as she comes back into the kitchen, drying her hair with swifts of her hand, and Astarion smiles, „Oh, the mail just came.“ - „Oh, did they bring my package from lorroakan.com?“ He falters, as he realizes how weak his cover was, so he shook his head, „No, they just asked for directions.“ She raised her eyebrow at him, but had to yawn only seconds later, „Alright, whatever, I‘m too tired for this anyways“, she shrugs before stretching, „Can you make me a coffee?“ She rubs her eyes, before trotting over to the table slumping down across Wyll, „My head is unbearable.“
Astarion sends a sideways glance towards Wyll who‘s taking in Karlach‘s state of suffering, failing miserably at sending her a cheeky smile, looking like it caused him pain to lift the corners of his mouth. He wasn‘t the only one to notice though, „Do you want to talk about it?“ He shrugs, „I guess I probably should“, Astarion takes his cup, walking over to the table, knowing it might look like a parental intervention. But they cared, Karlach cared for Wyll anyways, Astarion was sure of the feelings his closest friend and whatever Wyll was to him harbored for each other, and after the past few years he cared about Wyll as well, even with a bit of dismay and even if the man himself didn‘t like the way they were interrogating him, he cared.
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Astarion had been against the idea to host a New Year‘s Eve party in their flat, but Karlach and also Wyll had persuaded and annoyed him enough that he had given in. He leaned with his back against the kitchen counter, nipping on a glass of red wine as he watched the unfoldings in his home.
It was given that Shadowheart would come because of Karlach, so it was almost just as sure Lae‘zel would come, but Wyll had also invited Gale, who in return had invited Tav. And now he was afraid for the safety his carefully placed, if slightly dusty, decor and their glass coffee table. In the middle of the party was Wyll dressed in a cream colored suit with fine needle stripes and a white blouse, tucked in the fitted waist of his suit pants. He wore a gold necklace that seemed to light up in the same glint his eyes did, whenever he threw his head back to laugh. Even after being shunned by his family and lots of people in their town, he still had a sense of charisma and self worth, always ready to drag himself through the mud for a good joke, that made people follow him like he was the only source of light in a moth colony. Astarion tries to shift his concentration to the music, away from the bustling voices and chaos only to be met with a familiar melody, as he listens to Tear you apart plays on the speaker.
it‘s only just a crush it‘ll go away, just like all the others it‘ll go away, or maybe this is danger and you just don‘t know, he takes a big gulp of his wine and sighs.
„That‘s how you‘re going to end the year, Star?“ He nearly snorts the wine back in his glass, as the man he‘s trying to avoid, as if living together didn‘t make it hard enough. Well, when you speak of the devil or what they say?
He begrudgingly turns to Wyll, knowing he might come off as rude „Well, should I ask you the same question?“ The man only shrugs, „Well, Karlach also has no date“ and as the doorbell rings a few seconds later, Astarion can’t help but grin, „Oh, it‘s funny that you say that.“
They watch as Karlach takes a impressive sprint down their hallway in her heels and black, glittering mini dress towards the front door. As she returns she has her arm around a pale young guy with white hair and a pretty face. He was as a bit shorter than Karlach but had a movie star smile that made up for every other potential flaw. Astarion had to admit he was impressed when Karlach had told her about him, if not even a bit jealous, „Haven‘t you heard about Dammon yet?“ Astarion looks over to Wyll who looks disappointed, brows all furrowed. It makes Astarion ache a bit, knowing how much Karlach made the man feel things he couldn‘t, but before he could bathe anymore in his self pity, Wyll turns away from the scene, „How come she would tell you about this, but not me? I‘ve known her since Kindergarten!“ It This was probably the last thing he had thought the man was going to complain about but, alas, it‘d hurt less than listening to heartbreak.
Still, Astarion is quite content with the fact that they can‘t discuss the matter any further as they hear Karlach call for them and as they whip their heads around, she‘s already rushing towards them, dragging her boyfriend, who‘s flushing at all the attention and looking even prettier like that, along with her.
„Guys, this is Dammon!“ They exchanged greetings, clinking their glasses together, but Karlach was already back to her introduction, „We met at that melodic metal concert neither of you wanted to go to with me and he came all the way from Emerald grove for this week.“
They nodded awkwardly not really knowing what to add on, „That‘s awesome“, Wyll finally said grasping Dammon on the shoulder, „I don‘t think you know how glad I am for you, Karlach“ and to Astarion‘s surprise, he sounds genuinely happy for her, „Just know I won‘t
forgive you for telling him before you told me.“, He points with his thumb towards Astarion without turning around, „Now, with that out of the way, why don‘t we get some shots, now that we‘re all together.“ Astarion perks up, deciding to ignore how the man insulted him a second earlier for the sake of getting shitfaced before 12 am, „You know what, Puddin‘ ?“, He interlocks his arm with Wyll’s, „That‘s the best idea you had today.“
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At this point Astarion had given up on his plans of drinking himself unconcious at the sheer amount of agenda Karlach had decided to put in place for their party and Shadowheart and Lae‘zel disappearing into his room minutes earlier. Now he had to be sober enough to adequately put on clean sheets and would have to think about Wyll‘s bright grin while looking at the just as pristine linen. He looked over to balcony, smoking a cigarette he had bummed off Gale earlier.
„You know, Dammon pulled me aside earlier to talk to me about how open and diverse we are here in our clique.“ Wyll grinned at Astarion, who quirked an eyebrow at him, unsure where this conversation was leading, „He then asked me how long you and I are dating.“ At that Astarion turns around, putting his cigarette into the poor flower pot next to him, „What?“ He wants to be suave, use the situation in his favor and pull Wyll‘s strings, but something about the pure niceness of the man in front of him made it impossible to use any of his usual techniques.
„Because you called me Puddin , then I explained to him how that came to be ..“, He‘s flushing a bit while speaking, rubbing his neck the way Astarion had seen him do countless times in the past decade when something made him flustered to talk about and he could help but wonder how it suited him, reddened cheeks and lips from the wine, nervously fumbling while rambling, eager eyes searching for Astarion‘s, „…now I think he thinks we‘ve been together since middle school and he was so happy I didn‘t want to disappoint him.“ Wyll finishes the explanation and downs his glass of punch and while he‘s a bit disappointed at man‘s visible apprehension to the thought, Astarion watches him intently. Today was one of those days were the wine didn‘t make him bitter instead of cheerful, but he had also drank enough that he didn‘t really care, „The thought must be horrifying for you“, he comments dryly, as Wyll pours himself more of the punch Karlach had made, „Well, you can tell him we broke up next time he‘s here then.“ Wyll nearly drops his glass spinning around to him, „That‘s.. that’s not how I meant it, Star“, he sighs, but Astarion has enough of the conversation. It wasn‘t enough to start the new year without a kiss, but to be turned down like this? „Well, good, I have standards anyway“, He huffs, before lifting himself off the counter he‘s leaning against, sending a last glance towards Wyll, who‘s posture reminds him a bit of the tiny standing guy emoji, „See you later, Wyll .“
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„You know, just so you know, I don‘t think the idea of dating you is off putting“, Wyll says after a few seconds of silence, a small awkward smile dancing around the corner of his mouth and Astarion blinking at him uncertain. The voices of their friends were a mere murmur in the background, as were the fireworks and firecrackers people set up way too early.
Here on the roof, the moonshine and colorful lights made his face shine even brighter, Astarion felt like he was Icarus and Wyll was the sun, carnivorous and all-consuming. First burning him to pieces before dropping him in the deep waves of depravity for him to drown alone. And the words the other man spoke didn‘t help him in the slightest, as he let himself fly higher and get embalmed in his warmth, just dancing on the brink of daring too much, „Well, I feel honored“, Astarion finally says, still too uncertain to interpret too much into Wyll‘s words.
He drags his cardigan closer around himself as the cold night air drifts across the roof, he hisses before taking a sip of his wine, demonstrating looking straight ahead towards the city‘s skyline.
„What about you, Astarion?“ Wyll start the conversation again, seemingly not done with the topic and Astarion can‘t help but smile at the man‘s question, albeit annoyed how the topic seemed to occupy his mind still, „I think you know how attractive I think you are“, he answers, couldn‘t he just let it go? It was alright that he didn‘t want to date him, he didn‘t need pity. Wyll rolls his eyes at him, which angers Astarion only more, „Yeah, but would you date me?“ He urges on, looking slightly away from him.
„Of course I would“, Astarion admits, rolling his eyes thrice as much before huffing again, hopefully the other man‘s ego was restored and he would leave him alone. They’re quiet for a moment and he’s sure the man is going to humiliate him or reject him finally but none of it happens. Instead Wyll steps closer to him, hesitating before grabbing Astarions free hand. His pulse fastens as he feels the other man stroke over his knuckles, warm, calloused fingertips on top of his cold skin, „Wyll“, he starts but the man interrupts him, „Stop.“
In the background he can hear Karlach shout that there‘s not even one minute left until twelve followed by their friends counting in a chorus behind him, but the building could be on fire right now and he couldn‘t care less as he stares into Wyll‘s amber colored eyes looking at him with so much fondness he can barely fathom it. He bites down on his lip, not used to being treated this softly, it made him nearly shiver, as Wyll finally speaks again, „Would you like to go on a date with me, Puddin‘ ?“
Instead of answering, Astarion wriggles his hand free, setting down his glass, to cup Wyll‘s face, feeling the slight stubble and his pretty cheekbones first time, the curve of his jaw. He barely has any time to take in his big, soft lips, before he pulls the man down into a kiss. There‘s shouting in the distance, the combined roaring of their friends as they‘re down to ten seconds, but as he tastes the punch on Wyll‘s lips, combined with smoke and his eau de toilette, he feels way intoxicated to care about what year it was. He kisses him needy, it‘s all teeth and tongue until he feels Wyll‘s soft, longing kisses, how he’s sighing into them and savoring each moment, while bringing his arms around his waist, pressing his further against him. He even kissed like a prince charming, all romantic and attentive, but passionate and Astarion hated how he enjoyed every single second of it.
He had to pull away at some point, gasping for air before the other man hungrily kissed him again, his tongue slowly slipping into his half open lips, making them in return groan into the other‘s mouth.
This time it‘s Wyll who pulls away first and Astarion feels himself grabbed roughly by his coat and spinned around, feeling Wyll‘s warm chest against his back and his head coming down to rest on his shoulder, as he finds himself pinned to him by a single red finger digging into his chest. As he looks up, Karlach‘s grinning at him mischievously, „You can have each other all night, now come here!“ She urges, dragging both of them into a hug, sandwiching Astarion between them, who grunts in terror, even more so as he feels more hands wrap around them, „Don‘t tell me I‘m participating in a group hug right now“, he mumbles against Wyll chest, the buttons of his coat leaving imprints of his face, as the other man laughs heartily, „Alright guys“, Wyll finally says, still catching his breath, „Enough guys, you‘re making Astarion claustrophobic“, giggling their group of friends slowly parted, as fireworks were still going off around them. Astarion sighed as he felt the weight lifted off his body, as everyone let him go, expect one.
Wylls arm hand found his way around his waist, holding him softly, and he let‘s himself slump against him once more.
He watches as their friends kiss their lovers and hug each other, happily cheering into the new year and for the first time in forever, he feels content.
Wyll‘s breath his warm against his neck, leaving a soft kiss there and a warm feeling blooms in his chest, pooling into his stomach, as he feels the man‘s lips wander, now close to his ear.
„Do you want to go back to the apartment?“, Wyll mumbles against his temple, placing another kiss on him and another, just along his cheekbone and he shudders. He doesn‘t think someone has ever touched him as tenderly before. This man was most definitely going to be his ruin.
„I thought you‘d never ask, Puddin‘ “