Max's dark eyes are fixed on her face, watching her intensely as she rides him. Each one of those shudders sends a new bolt of heat through him. While listening to his partner cry out is a definite turn-on, he finds he doesn't miss it from her. Those silent groans are just as hot.
Speaking of hot, he's starting to feel it boiling over low in his belly. Pleasure coils tight within him, the tension building.
"Chell," he warns, "you keep that up, I'm going to pop off."
She's not quite as close as he is when he speaks up, though she's definitely enjoying herself. She slows down, catching a few breaths, and nods. Okay, okay, that's fine. Let her think how to communicate for a second--
Okay. She reaches for one of his hands and guides it between her legs to her clit. That should be pretty clear, right?
As she starts to roll her hips again, getting back into a rhythm, she meets his eyes and nods. Yes -- more, beautiful, more.
[ Astarion was standing at his desk, hands gripping the back rung of the chair. The door's not locked. He doesn't even remember closing it, if he's honest. He sort of...ran in. In a panic. ]
Will you... [ He hesitated, lower lip rolling between his teeth. ] Will you make sure he's all right?
And. I...this is bloody humiliating to have to ask. [ Astarion doesn't do well with embarrassment. Or vulnerability. Give in a second, Max, this is incredibly hard for him. ] You've been fed from, you know...I don't want to kill anyone. Can you--help me learn control.
[That's a no brainer. He'd half made up his mind to do so regardless.
The next part is just as expected. Max nods and finally closes the distance between them. He can tell this is a hard thing for Astarion to admit to, so he keeps his expression neutral, no hint of judgment or reproach.]
Yes. I've been fed on hundreds of times. I'm confident I can coach you through it. I'll need to know a few things first. Almost every vampire I've encountered here is slightly different. Can we sit?
[Max motions to the bed.]
First, I need to know if your bite has any venom to it? I'm assuming you won't turn into a vampire just from a bite alone. But, will it affect my mental state at all?
10am. There's a knock on Max's door. It's Dimitri and he looks like he's been crying despite valiant attempts to hide it - his eyes are puffy and red, his usual eyepatch set atop his head because it's pointless to wear one when the tears will not stop; a massive scar where the eye should be.
Max opens the door and gasps when he sees Dimitri there looking like that. The scar is taken in with just a glance, but then Max focuses right back on his good eye, which is puffy and red.
"You did not-" he chokes despite himself, the lump in his throat so prominent it hurts. His brows furrow, a silent curse uttered to get himself together. "You did not have to that...for me." What had he done to deserve it?
He wants to ask as much, but he is not a man who is good with words - he's good with action, and he takes it now as he lurches forward and wraps his arms around Max, hugging him tight to his chest and burying his face in his shoulder. "Thank you. I did not think you would truly ask the fae for my senses back..."
Max stands there still with a mixture of concern now laced with confusion. Dimitri is trying to spit it out, Max doesn't want to interrupt. And then, finally, it clicks.
"Oh!" Max slings his arms around Dimitri, hugging him back just as tight. "You got it back! I'm so glad she actually did it!"
As for Dimitri's disbelieve, Max just laughs and ruffles the man's hair. "I said I would, didn't I?"
Dimitri clings tight, fingers gripping just a little too hard into the fabric of his shirt, threatening to tear it. His shoulders shake, another choked noise muffled against the other man's neck.
"I do not deserve such kindness." He muttered. Max knew what he had done, and yet he still chose to help him. It was such an overwhelming feeling - someone caring so deeply, so willing to give up what they had earned for him. And don't even get him started on how amazing it was to actually taste those honey cakes again, like a sweet nostalgia that only made his tears fall harder and faster.
Max can feel the fabric creaking, and he marvels at Dimitri's strength again. He half thought he imagined it at the bar. It the shirt ends up damaged, Max doesn't much care, because this moment is so worth it.
"You didn't need to deserve it. I was happy to do it. Dimitri, seeing you happy is all I could ask for. I'm so happy for you."
Max pats his back lightly. "Why don't you come inside? I've got some stuff I'm dying to have you try now."
He slowly gathers himself, so tempted to argue but willing himself not to. Why was he so happy to do it? How was this man so - so good, and how had he come to be so fond of Dimitri in such a short time? It was all so fucking baffling.
"Yes - I apologize, I..." Yeah. He slowly leans back, wiping the tears from his eyes with the heel of his palm. Goddess, he was a fucking mess. He nods, stepping in after Max like a lost puppy; following close. "Those cakes - did you request them as well?"
[ At least, Max can sit, and Astarion gestures for him to do so. He's going to need another moment or two, to let the tension seep out of his limbs, before he can do the same. ]
It was a very long time ago that I was bitten, and I was half-dead already, so I can barely remember what it felt like. I remember it hurt, and then it was...pleasant. Numbing. Almost relaxing. And then, of course, I died, but let's avoid that, please.
[ He inhales deeply through his nose, exhales slowly, and finally manages to perch on the edge of the bed. ] No, you won't--I can't make another like me. Only a true vampire can do that. [ Not a spawn, like himself. ]
[He sits and listens with his finger raised to his chin pensively.]
Okay. I'm glad to hear there's no danger of you turning anyone. I'm sure you wouldn't want to.
[A little flash of sadness crosses his countenance at that description of how Astarion had died. He's sorry he has to bring up what are obviously bad memories.]
So, it sounds like you fall a little bit between the two extremes. I've encountered vampires that have, for lack of a better word, orgasmic bites. That's hard to fight off. Then, my master's bite has no effect at all. It hurts, and that's it. So, have no fear about that. I'm more than used to it.
With you, I think I'll be okay. Even if your bite starts to relax me, I think I can keep my head enough to tell you to back off if you're going too far.
I'm not going to let you suck me dry. But, you probably are physically stronger than me. Is there some physical weakness you have that can deter you if I need to use it? For instance, if my master ever seemed like he was getting lost in the moment, all I'd have to do is threaten to poke out an eye and he'd snap out of it immediately.
[Max's tone through all of this is very cool, very academic. He's hoping that treating it this way will help ease some of the poor vampire spawn's anxiety. In Max's world this is normal, everyday, business.]
[ Astarion manages a soft sound of amusement, at least--would that such threats would have worked on his old master. Would that he could have made them. ]
Ah...do you have any holy water nearby? Or a holy symbol?
Truly, I think if you asked, or gave me a bit of a shove, I'd stop. I did stop before, when Quentin started to--to struggle.
He lets out a sigh that sounds both relieved and disappointed at once. Ultimately, he's glad she showed some mercy on him, that way he can last longer for her.
When she reaches to guide his hand, he smiles. He's on the same page with her almost immediately. His fingers find her clit and begin to work, even before she's started to roll her hips once more
"You're beautiful," he says, following that with a low lusty groan.
Oh, fuck. Chell shudders, thrusting faster, and her nails scrape across Max's chest. God, that's good, and he's hot and hard inside her, and the sounds he makes when he's turned on--
It takes less time than she would have thought for her to get close. Panting, she leans down and kisses him, grabbing his hair with one hand, her breasts against his chest, and grinds hard against his fingers.
And a minute later -- there. When she comes, her breath stutters out against Max's lips and her grip on his hair tightens spasmodically.
"Max...?" Her voice is low, just barely audible behind the door, her fingertips hover over the knob knowing she could probably just open it if she wished to. Max rarely locked it. "I-it is Lioriley. Will you speak with me a moment?"
Max hadn't slept very well or very much. As such, he is, on this rare occasion, still in bed at dawn. But he's awake. Just laying there in a state of melancholy.
When the knock comes on his door, and he hears Lioriley's voice, he considers pretending to actually be asleep. That would be easier than facing what he'd done. But that won't make things better. He owes her an apology. He can at least try to be man enough to deliver it.
"The door is open. You... can come in."
He rolls to the side of the bed and hauls himself into a sitting position. He's naked except for a pair of gym shorts. But nothing in the way his shoulders sag or his back hunches looks remotely sexy at the moment.
She hesitates at the door even once his invitation comes, lower lip worried between her teeth as she considers the merits of this conversation. She can't just leave him as he is - can't just leave their relationship with this odd black mark on it now.
So, slowly, she opens the door and peeks in, her heart immediately sinking in her chest at the sight of him. He looks miserable. Surely that was not all her doing, was it?
She moves over to the bed but doesn't sit, opting instead to stand in front of him and gently place a hand on his cheek. "Max." Her voice is soft, a whisper, soothing - at least, she hopes so. "I believe we ended our conversation on the wrong foot last night. So I...I wished to aplogize for any distress I may have caused you."
That hand on his cheek gets him to lift his eyes, slowly. There's pain in them, but it's a pain of his own making. He grips her hand and removes it. He doesn't deserve that. Or her apology.
"No. Lioriley. No. Don't apologize. It's me. It's my fault. I should never have opened my big fat mouth. I'm sorry I said those things. And I'm sorry about what I said about Astarion. I'm just... I'm sorry."
She lets her hand drop, but it's not without a pained look of her own, eyes widening slightly with surprise. Her fingers twitch at her side, the desire to hold him strong and nearly impossible to ignore - but she wills herself not to. For now.
"You are forgiven." She says easily. "Your intentions were good, Max, and I truly do appreciate your concern for mine and Astarion's safety. I cannot fault you for doing what you thought to be right."
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Date: 2020-12-03 12:55 am (UTC)[Yep. He definitely made it worse. Oops.
A couple of minutes after that last message, there comes a knock on Astarion's door. Max will let himself in if the door is open.]
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Date: 2020-12-03 03:27 am (UTC)Speaking of hot, he's starting to feel it boiling over low in his belly. Pleasure coils tight within him, the tension building.
"Chell," he warns, "you keep that up, I'm going to pop off."
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Date: 2020-12-03 04:10 am (UTC)Okay. She reaches for one of his hands and guides it between her legs to her clit. That should be pretty clear, right?
As she starts to roll her hips again, getting back into a rhythm, she meets his eyes and nods. Yes -- more, beautiful, more.
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Date: 2020-12-03 10:05 pm (UTC)I need...I need a favor. Several, actually.
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Date: 2020-12-03 10:10 pm (UTC)Okay. Name them. If it's something I can do, I'll do it.
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Date: 2020-12-04 01:46 am (UTC)And. I...this is bloody humiliating to have to ask. [ Astarion doesn't do well with embarrassment. Or vulnerability. Give in a second, Max, this is incredibly hard for him. ] You've been fed from, you know...I don't want to kill anyone. Can you--help me learn control.
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Date: 2020-12-04 02:02 am (UTC)[That's a no brainer. He'd half made up his mind to do so regardless.
The next part is just as expected. Max nods and finally closes the distance between them. He can tell this is a hard thing for Astarion to admit to, so he keeps his expression neutral, no hint of judgment or reproach.]
Yes. I've been fed on hundreds of times. I'm confident I can coach you through it. I'll need to know a few things first. Almost every vampire I've encountered here is slightly different. Can we sit?
[Max motions to the bed.]
First, I need to know if your bite has any venom to it? I'm assuming you won't turn into a vampire just from a bite alone. But, will it affect my mental state at all?
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:24 am (UTC)Re: action;
Date: 2020-12-04 03:29 am (UTC)"Are you okay?"
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:34 am (UTC)He wants to ask as much, but he is not a man who is good with words - he's good with action, and he takes it now as he lurches forward and wraps his arms around Max, hugging him tight to his chest and burying his face in his shoulder. "Thank you. I did not think you would truly ask the fae for my senses back..."
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:39 am (UTC)"Oh!" Max slings his arms around Dimitri, hugging him back just as tight. "You got it back! I'm so glad she actually did it!"
As for Dimitri's disbelieve, Max just laughs and ruffles the man's hair. "I said I would, didn't I?"
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:45 am (UTC)"I do not deserve such kindness." He muttered. Max knew what he had done, and yet he still chose to help him. It was such an overwhelming feeling - someone caring so deeply, so willing to give up what they had earned for him. And don't even get him started on how amazing it was to actually taste those honey cakes again, like a sweet nostalgia that only made his tears fall harder and faster.
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:51 am (UTC)"You didn't need to deserve it. I was happy to do it. Dimitri, seeing you happy is all I could ask for. I'm so happy for you."
Max pats his back lightly. "Why don't you come inside? I've got some stuff I'm dying to have you try now."
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Date: 2020-12-04 04:00 am (UTC)"Yes - I apologize, I..." Yeah. He slowly leans back, wiping the tears from his eyes with the heel of his palm. Goddess, he was a fucking mess. He nods, stepping in after Max like a lost puppy; following close. "Those cakes - did you request them as well?"
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Date: 2020-12-04 05:01 am (UTC)[ At least, Max can sit, and Astarion gestures for him to do so. He's going to need another moment or two, to let the tension seep out of his limbs, before he can do the same. ]
It was a very long time ago that I was bitten, and I was half-dead already, so I can barely remember what it felt like. I remember it hurt, and then it was...pleasant. Numbing. Almost relaxing. And then, of course, I died, but let's avoid that, please.
[ He inhales deeply through his nose, exhales slowly, and finally manages to perch on the edge of the bed. ] No, you won't--I can't make another like me. Only a true vampire can do that. [ Not a spawn, like himself. ]
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Date: 2020-12-04 05:15 am (UTC)Okay. I'm glad to hear there's no danger of you turning anyone. I'm sure you wouldn't want to.
[A little flash of sadness crosses his countenance at that description of how Astarion had died. He's sorry he has to bring up what are obviously bad memories.]
So, it sounds like you fall a little bit between the two extremes. I've encountered vampires that have, for lack of a better word, orgasmic bites. That's hard to fight off. Then, my master's bite has no effect at all. It hurts, and that's it. So, have no fear about that. I'm more than used to it.
With you, I think I'll be okay. Even if your bite starts to relax me, I think I can keep my head enough to tell you to back off if you're going too far.
I'm not going to let you suck me dry. But, you probably are physically stronger than me. Is there some physical weakness you have that can deter you if I need to use it? For instance, if my master ever seemed like he was getting lost in the moment, all I'd have to do is threaten to poke out an eye and he'd snap out of it immediately.
[Max's tone through all of this is very cool, very academic. He's hoping that treating it this way will help ease some of the poor vampire spawn's anxiety. In Max's world this is normal, everyday, business.]
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Date: 2020-12-05 01:01 am (UTC)Ah...do you have any holy water nearby? Or a holy symbol?
Truly, I think if you asked, or gave me a bit of a shove, I'd stop. I did stop before, when Quentin started to--to struggle.
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Date: 2020-12-05 03:30 am (UTC)When she reaches to guide his hand, he smiles. He's on the same page with her almost immediately. His fingers find her clit and begin to work, even before she's started to roll her hips once more
"You're beautiful," he says, following that with a low lusty groan.
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Date: 2020-12-05 05:01 am (UTC)It takes less time than she would have thought for her to get close. Panting, she leans down and kisses him, grabbing his hair with one hand, her breasts against his chest, and grinds hard against his fingers.
And a minute later -- there. When she comes, her breath stutters out against Max's lips and her grip on his hair tightens spasmodically.
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Date: 2020-12-05 07:34 am (UTC)"Max...?" Her voice is low, just barely audible behind the door, her fingertips hover over the knob knowing she could probably just open it if she wished to. Max rarely locked it. "I-it is Lioriley. Will you speak with me a moment?"
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Date: 2020-12-05 03:36 pm (UTC)When the knock comes on his door, and he hears Lioriley's voice, he considers pretending to actually be asleep. That would be easier than facing what he'd done. But that won't make things better. He owes her an apology. He can at least try to be man enough to deliver it.
"The door is open. You... can come in."
He rolls to the side of the bed and hauls himself into a sitting position. He's naked except for a pair of gym shorts. But nothing in the way his shoulders sag or his back hunches looks remotely sexy at the moment.
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Date: 2020-12-05 04:10 pm (UTC)"Yeah. I told Mab to have your favorite dessert waiting for you next to the note. Figured you'd want a way to test out for yourself that it was true."
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Date: 2020-12-05 05:40 pm (UTC)So, slowly, she opens the door and peeks in, her heart immediately sinking in her chest at the sight of him. He looks miserable. Surely that was not all her doing, was it?
She moves over to the bed but doesn't sit, opting instead to stand in front of him and gently place a hand on his cheek. "Max." Her voice is soft, a whisper, soothing - at least, she hopes so. "I believe we ended our conversation on the wrong foot last night. So I...I wished to aplogize for any distress I may have caused you."
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Date: 2020-12-05 06:06 pm (UTC)"No. Lioriley. No. Don't apologize. It's me. It's my fault. I should never have opened my big fat mouth. I'm sorry I said those things. And I'm sorry about what I said about Astarion. I'm just... I'm sorry."
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Date: 2020-12-05 06:19 pm (UTC)"You are forgiven." She says easily. "Your intentions were good, Max, and I truly do appreciate your concern for mine and Astarion's safety. I cannot fault you for doing what you thought to be right."