𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑶𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉.

— of him, creating a perfect rhythm. Purple tinted lips traveled down to his chest, kissing across the naked and unmarked skin. His tongue darted out to circle around one of his nipples before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking.

Slowly, he slipped a single finger inside of him, keeping still for a moment to ensure the elf was okay. He leaned forward to plant kisses along his jaw, his free hand holding his hip with care.

"You are so perfect..."

He'd praise in a gentle whisper as he began to thrust his finger in and out —

— He trailed his lips down along his neck, peppering featherlike kisses along it and down to his chest.

"Stop me any time."

He'd remind in a sweet whisper as he slipped his hand in between them, a single digit prodding at his entrance.

He held the vampire by his hips, thumbs gently stroking along the soft pale skin. Sorn couldn't help but chuckle a little from his response.

"Rewarding me, are you? Well, how could I say no?"

Leaning up slightly, he pressed a tender kiss onto his lips before carefully laying him down on his back.—

Slipping his arms around Astarion's waist, he rested his chin on his shoulder as he waited patiently for his answer. Crimson eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"You have more stamina than I thought."

He teased.

"Anything for you, my dear."

— perhaps you prefer to fill me. Whatever your heart desires, little elf."

Another sweet kiss was planted onto his head.

Leaning down, Sorn planted a kiss onto the top of Astarion's head, a sweet hum emitting from him.

"I think it's time I return the favor, hm?"

He smiled, brushing away loose curls from his forehead.

"Shall I use my mouth on you as well? Unless you can't wait to be filled."

He paused.

"Or —

His fingers slid up into the elf's white locks again, gripping as gently as he could. With an arch of his back, the drow let out a loud groan of pleasure as he finally released his seed into Astarion's mouth.

"Straj!"

He cursed, a satisfied grin on his face.

— for once.

Fingers trailed down to caress Astarion's cheek as he cursed under his breath, a fire igniting inside of him as he was brought closer and closer to the edge.

"Mmm... I'm getting close, little elf~"

He'd warn with a proud smile.

"Making me cum already... You're doing so good for me.."

Gripping onto the bed with his free hand, his hips bucked up slightly as he attempted to control the lust that grew within him. He was more than tempted to take over and dominate like he'd typically do. However, Sorn took boundaries with sincerity and he understood Astarion needed that full control—

— lowering his gaze to admire such a vulgar sight.

Tilting his head back, the drow's breathing grew heavy, breathless moans filling the air of the Underdark themed room. Once again, Sorn felt as though he should be paying Astarion (and that was a rare compliment indeed from him).

"Gods... you are remarkable~"

He couldn't help but chuckle, —

— with affection and care rather than lust.

"That's it, my dear... You're doing so good..."

He'd praise, continuing to run his fingers through Astarion's hair.

— time in the Underdark. Judging from Astarion's body language, he was just as inexperienced as him when it came to such tender care.

A sigh of pleasure fell from parted lips as he felt the warm canvas of the elf's mouth encircle his manhood. Fingers ran through ivory curls delicately, stroking —

Sorn relaxed against the soft fabric of the blankets that covered the bed. It was not often that he got to experience being pleasured in such intimate ways. More often than not, he was either using someone's mouth as if it were a toy or the other way around. The latter typically happened during his—

— from him.

"So bold."

A playful yet sweet kiss was pressed to his pale lips. With ease, he'd strip himself of the rather revealing armor he wore often.

The cool touch of the elf's fingers brought a pleasant chill to run through him. Astarion was certainly going to be a face that he would remember. Throughout the many clients he had, none had ever succeeded in igniting that fire in him with mere touch.

Astarion's words caused a chuckle to emit —

The drow carefully guided him to the bed and sat with him on it. His hand cupped his cheek while the other held his.

"Don't be afraid to touch. I don't bite... unless told to."

He gave a teasing smile, tilting his head to kiss along his jawline tenderly.

— small of his back.

It made him happy to see that Astarion had already begun to grow comfortable around him. It was evident just by how he acted physically. It let Sorn know that he could proceed.

Tilting his head in the opposite direction, he deepened the kiss between them, his fingers rubbing tenderly against the —

Once given his consent, Sorn leaned down to press a tender kiss onto Astarion's lips. Unlike his previous encounters, Sorn would behave sweetly and treat Astarion as if he were a pure virgin.

The drow turned to shut the door and lock it before facing Astarion again.

"Only if it's requested."

He chuckled, cupping the elf's cheek into his hand while his other arm slipped around his waist.

"Is kissing okay with you, dear?"

He led Astarion out of the room and up the stairs towards the Underdark themed room he frequently used.

"Now, remember, any time you wish to stop, you say the word."

He'd glance down at him.

"I won't be offended. I want you to enjoy yourself."

"As you wish, my dear."

Sorn leaned in to press a tender kiss onto his forehead before standing up, his hand held out for him.

"Come. Let's enjoy the night together."

"You flatter me. Though, you are wise to think that."

He chuckled, knowing just how effective his signature skill was.

"There's a reason I'm known for being a man of extremes."

"A brief description of my Menzoberranzan Love Trick and some honeyed words."

He answered simply, gently tucking back a white curl of Astarion's hair.

"Some light teasing, possibly."

"Hah! Believe me, I have much more convincing methods for that."

He shot him a wink.

"What? It's true."

He smirked slightly, tilting his head.

"First, you don't ask me to do anything vulgar. You're also remarkably beautiful to the point that I feel I should be paying you. And our stories seem to be similar to at least some extent. You're different than the rest I see."

Sorn would answer.

"All good things, of course."