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It's another bright day in Baldur’s Gate. Tav is too hot in his armor as the sun beats down on them, feeling like he wants to crawl out of his skin, though not for fear of the dangers awaiting them as they make their way further into the city. Beads of sweat trickle down his temples and neck.
Despite the coolness of the early dawn, their bodies already glisten with sweat from their eager joining. They cling to each other, a tight tangle of limbs and soft moans as Tav clenches around Astarion’s cock, their hips rocking together in a hypnotic rhythm–
He shoves the memory from earlier that morning from his mind as they turn onto the high street, letting the harsh sounds of the busy thoroughfare wash over him and willing them to drown out the thoughts. The taller buildings here create some much needed airflow on the crowded street. The gentle breeze caresses Tav’s flushed face.
The worn threads of his bedroll are soft against his cheek as Astarion pushes his head down, roughly fucking his cunt while they both grit their teeth trying to be quiet–
The recollection of their second, more desperate coupling of the day just after breakfast when they were supposed to be getting ready is even more difficult to ignore. Tav thinks he's going to combust and quickly casts his attention about, desperate for a distraction.
It's been two weeks since Halsin adjusted the spell embedded in his tattoo, and despite being faced with a new grisly murder seemingly every day, all he can think about is how long until he can get relief from the near constant arousal his body is currently putting him through. Between Astarion’s newfound enthusiasm for sex and Halsin’s naturally high drives, Tav hasn't wanted for attention. But it's the middle of the day. They're on a busy street. No doubt they'll run into more of Orin’s gruesome work.
You shouldn’t be thinking about this at all, he berates himself.
“Hey Tav, can we stop here for a moment?” Jaheira’s voice is a welcome intrusion on his thoughts. He turns to the seasoned elf, and she jerks her head towards one of the many unassuming storefronts on the street. “I need to check on a Harper matter. Won't take long.”
“Oh, what's the harm in browsing?” Astarion chirps, making to follow Jaheira.
“If you try to rob my men blind while I’m conducting business, boy, I’m not responsible for the consequences.” She scolds him, but the gleam in her eye seems almost taunting him to try it.
Astarion’s face is the picture of innocence. “Noted.” When he turns to Tav, he’s smirking. “Coming in, love?”
Tav shakes his head. He can't bear the thought of being in close quarters just now, especially with Astarion. But he fights the grimace trying to break across his face and attempts to joke, “Oh, I'm not trying to get into the middle of whatever’s going to happen in there.”
Astarion’s eyes flick past Tav for a moment, then back to him, and his smirk, somehow, grows even more devious.
“Suit yourself, darling.”
Once he's inside, Tav turns to see what Astarion was looking at, only to find Halsin watching him curiously. He tenses under the druid’s appraising gaze.
“Not going in?” He tries too hard to keep his tone light, and his words come out with an embarrassing squeak.
“You know me,” Halsin says evenly, “not really one for shopping. However, I would have a word with you, if I may?”
“Of course.” Concern furrows on Tav’s brow. “What do you need?”
“Come with me,” Halsin says before turning to stride towards the narrow side street across from where they're standing.
Trying to tamp down his rising alarm, Tav follows him. To his surprise, as soon as they are out of view in the darkened alley, Halsin suddenly reaches for him and pulls him close. Tav’s breath catches in his chest, and he flushes with heat.
Too close, his mind panics as his body responds to Halsin’s. Not now–
“I'm more concerned about what you need.”
Tav opens his mouth to protest, but Halsin doesn't give him a chance to play dumb.
“I can smell your arousal, little lynx,” he whispers huskily.
Tav swallows hard. Not the pet name. His legs feel like water, his tail twitches with anticipation.
Halsin presses the full length of his body against Tav’s, pushing him against the grimy wall of the alley, and inhales deeply.
“You have lain with Astarion today.”
“Yes,” Tav admits, cheeks and neck staining a darker purple with embarrassment and lust. The weight of Halsin’s body against his is at once comforting and arousing. “Twice.”
“Twice already?” A low chuckle rumbles through the druid’s chest, and he tuts playfully. “And it's barely midday. How insatiable you are, my heart.”
“Please.” Tav is too far gone to care about begging. He’ll be embarrassed after, ashamed of his neediness, but right now all he can think of is relief. “I’m sorry, I know it's not–”
“Hush now,” Halsin chides gently as he reaches down and loosens the ties of Tav’s trousers. “We only have a few minutes.”
It's all Tav can do to stop himself from crying out with relief when Halsin’s hand dips between his thighs. He’s already a mess, still sticky with Astarion’s spend and slick with renewed arousal. He's more than ready for the two large, calloused fingers Halsin immediately slips inside him.
“So full already.” Halsin begins to pump his fingers, making the tiefling’s cunt squelch filthily. “How agonizing it must be for you, going about our business while leaking like this. I know it is for me—I've been half hard all morning just from your scent.”
Tav bites his lip as a third finger slides into him, a promise of the true girth that awaits him. Halsin doesn't bother with teasing him, and his thrusts are steady and strong, pushing him towards the edge with every twist of his wrist. Tav wants to moan, to sigh, to cry out as he chases that relief, but he can't.
“Oh, how I wish I could hear your voice properly now, dear heart. But it wouldn't do to draw attention to ourselves in this state, would it?”
“No,” Tav grits out as he flexes his hips against Halsin as much as he can with the way he’s pinned against him.
“By the gods, but you're taking me so easily.” Halsin grinds the heel of his palm against Tav’s cock, and the tiefling can't help but let a quiet whimper escape his lips. “He did so well getting you ready for me.”
Something about the praise of both himself and Astarion tugs at something in Tav.
I wish…
He can't finish the thought as Halsin suddenly doubles his already relentless pace and furiously fucks every thought except release from Tav’s mind.
“That’s it, my love,” Halsin murmurs softly in his ear. “I can feel how close you are. You can let go, I have you. Come for me. Oh, come for me now.”
Tav shatters so deliciously, and he gasps as he clenches and squirts around Halsin’s fingers still pumping through his climax. When he finally relaxes, his legs tremble with the effort of holding himself up, and he's grateful for Halsin’s steadying bulk.
“Gods below,” he manages to gasp, then winces slightly as the fingers slide out of him and the walls of his cunt weakly flutter around the sudden emptiness.
Halsin brings his drenched fingers to his mouth and inhales deeply before slipping them between his lips and sucking them clean. The moan that follows goes straight to Tav’s still spasming cunt.
“He tastes good on you. Imagine how glorious you will taste tonight when I add my own seed to his.”
“T-tonight?!” Tav stammers. Despite still trembling from his climax, the druid’s words alone have him already throbbing for another release.
Halsin laughs, low and teasing. “Tempting as you are, little lynx, other tasks demand our attention now. And there is neither the time nor the space here to fuck you sufficiently.”
“I can’t, I need–” Tav whines, but Halsin cuts him off by thrusting his hand down Tav’s trousers once again, calloused fingers going straight for his swollen cock. His words contort into a strangled gasp, and he can only cling helplessly to the sturdy elf.
“My cock? Don't worry, you shall have it soon enough. Again–” He works Tav’s cock with merciless force, driving him towards the edge. “–and again–” His words are more growls than speech in the tiefling’s ear. “–and again.”
Tav’s jaw clenches, tamping down a shout as he suddenly comes a second time from Halsin’s practiced fingers. He stays as silent as he can, even as tears spring to his eyes with the effort of holding back his cries as his climax blazes through him. Halsin’s eyes glint with mischief, but his smile is approving.
“Breathe, Tav,” he commands, withdrawing his hand and leaning back just enough to give the tiefling space to slump against him after his release is complete. “Better?” he asks when Tav’s caught his breath.
Tav gives a shaky nod and wipes at the tears that have spilled from the corners of his eyes. This time Halsin gives him his fingers to clean, and he moans softly around them, sated for now. The druid takes his face in his hands and kisses him gently.
“This will pass, my heart.” He presses another sweet kiss to Tav’s forehead. That mischievous gleam returns to his eyes, and he adds in husky tones, “In the meantime, I shall look forward to hearing your cries unfettered tonight.”
“Oh, you can be cruel.”
Halsin only laughs softly as he helps him straighten his clothing and armor. They emerge from the alley, and Tav is remarkably less flustered—until he sees Astarion waiting for them, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin Tav’s ever seen on him. He feels awkward suddenly, even with Halsin’s reassuring solidness beside him.
“Well, don't you look like you made out like a bandit, Astarion,” Halsin jokes good-naturedly, cutting some of the tension for Tav.
Astarion shrugs innocently. “I behaved myself perfectly, thank you very much.”
To Tav’s surprise, it’s the only quip he makes, and a mild one at that. Perhaps this doesn't have to be as awkward as he thinks.
The pale elf’s smile softens as Tav approaches. “Here, love. I brought this for you,” he says sweetly, holding up an orange—Tav’s favorite.
The tiefling blinks and accepts the small but touching gesture. He finds it so sweet, in fact, that he feels himself blushing, and he has no time to react before Astarion leans in and kisses him.
It's relatively chaste, as far as kisses go, but Tav knows full well what Astarion can smell, what he can taste. It lasts only a couple of moments, but Astarion’s smirk is back when he pulls away.
“Delicious as always, my darling.” Then, keeping his gaze locked with Tav’s, he asks, “How did you like my taste, druid?”
“Well enough,” Halsin replies, his smile easy but eyes sparking with a feral gleam. “But perhaps a more rigorous sampling to make certain would be best.”
Tav scoffs and busies himself with peeling the orange, his claw-like nails making short work of it. “You two will be the death of me, I swear to the fucking gods,” he mutters.
Both elves do little to stifle their laughter, just as Jaheira walks out of the storefront.
“Well, seems I’ve missed a good joke!”
“Have you finished your business?” Tav asks, pointedly ignoring his lovers.
Jaheira waggles her eyebrows at him, a signal that she's about to bestow upon him one of her signature jibes. “I have, if you have, cub.”