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For the first time in weeks, Tav has declined Astarion's offer of an evening of pleasure. Alone in his tent, his mind starts to wander, and he begins to think about the handsome warlock Wyll Ravengard. But while the real Wyll is celibate, Astarion's fantasy is a lot more eager to take Tav's place in Astarion's bed.
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“I’ve dreamed about this for so long,” Wyll breathed, as Astarion took his hand. “Dreamed about you.”Astarion didn’t reply, just let his eyes darken and his lip curve, running his fingers along the scars on Wyll’s cheek. The raised, ropey marks gave way to shallow channels, curving their way through the dark skin. His stubble, so unlike Tav’s softness, scratched Astarion’s fingers as he stroked his way along Wyll’s cheek, placing his thumb on the man’s wide, thick lip, dragging it gently down to open his mouth and see his perfect white teeth.
Wyll unexpectedly leant forward and took Astarion’s thumb in his mouth, sucking eagerly, looking up at him, a silent promise of what was to come. For a moment Astarion just let him suck, revelling in the way Wyll’s tongue traced around his nail, before he withdrew it, and slowly placed his hands on his belt.