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The first thing Astarion did with the dated palace was add mirrors.
He started with the entrance way to the palace. Two mirrors flanked the doors as you came in. “ To make visitors believe they’re amongst their own” he had whispered it in Tav’s ear. Had tucked a loose strand behind his most beloved’s ear. Pressed a kiss to the side of Tav’s head, never once tearing his eyes from his own reflection.
After that more were added to the various hallways of the palace. Some simple. Others more extravagant. Filigree traces the curves and edges on the mirrors in the main hall. Two sit on opposite walls, either side of Astarion. Another larger mirror was added above the doors to leave the throne room. “To have a wider view of the room and our guests” he had said, a small smirk on his face as he watched himself in the mirror.
Tav almost believed his reasoning. He would’ve believed it if it wasn’t for the way Astarion’s crimson eyes followed himself whenever he was in front of one of the mirrors. Wasn’t for the way he’d stop and preen at his image.
The last mirror added was one of the largest. Bats and other imagery were carved into the frame of the mirror. The wood stained a deep, almost black, red. “Isn’t it gorgeous, Darling?” he had purred, all teeth and eyes fixated on his reflection in the mirror. “Wouldn’t it be perfect in our room?”
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“Come now, eyes here.” A hand found Tav’s chin, gently tilting it upwards. Tav opens his eyes and sees half-lidded crimson. “Almost.” The hand at his chin tilts and brings Tav’s face to the front.
The large mirror greets him. A familiar sight before it. Tav naked and cock leaking against his stomach. Astarion seated behind him, kissing his way around Tav’s neck. His lips ghost across Tav’s skin. His hands run up the side of Tav’s body. His stomach twitches whenever Astarion’s hands flutter against the sensitive skin at his sides.
“Better.” Astarion whispers into his ear. “Look at you. I haven’t even touched you and you’re making such a mess.” He tuts in Tav’s ear. Kisses at the spot on his neck below his ear. He mouths eagerly at the spot, a promise of what was to come.
“Who would’ve thought my pretty consort would like seeing themself so much.” Astarion’s hand comes up and wraps around Tav’s cock loosely. A soft moan slips past Tav’s lips. Astarion chuckles in his ear behind him.
“What part is your favorite, hm?” The grip on Tav’s cock tightens. “Is it watching yourself come apart?” Astarion pumps at the length. Rubs at the heads of Tav’s cock and uses the slick to easily glide his hand down Tav’s shaft.
“Fuck, Astarion.” Tav’s eyes roll into the back of his head. His head falls back onto Astarion’s shoulder. A bruising grip chases after him. Astarion grabs his chin again, pulls his head back down. Holds Tav’s head in place.
“Or is it watching me do it to you?” Eyes meet Tav’s own in the mirror. Astarion fists Tav’s cock, squeezes, and twists upwards. Eyes never leave his own even when Astarion tilts Tav’s head to the side ever so slightly. Never leave his own when fangs sink perfectly into the flesh of his neck. Never leave as he sucks and drinks from his consort.
Eyes watch his own as Astarion pulls his fangs out from Tav’s neck. Licks at his lips and smiles with blood on his teeth. The sight pulls a moan from Tav’s throat and causes his stomach to tighten. “Wait-” Tav starts but Astarion is already ahead of him. His hand gives Tav one last squeeze before leaving his cock. He can’t help the whine that leaves his lips at the loss.
“Don’t fret, love,” Astarion pushes forward on Tav’s shoulder. Tav falls forward, palms meeting the smooth surface of the mirror. He raises on his knees and Astarion’s hands find his hips. “I wouldn’t leave my darling wanting.”
Astarion leans over Tav, one arm coming to rest on the mirror. The other hand guides himself inside of the man underneath him. He pushes inside until Tav’s taken all of him. Astarion laughs under his breath.
“Perfect as always.” He sighs against the feeling. He looks down at Tav in the mirror. “Now, what are we going to do today?” He asks, pulling out of Tav slightly.
“Ah- watch.” Tav fights the urge to close his eyes. Astarions hips snap back into place, pushing Tav’s body forward. Tav adjusts to keep his palms against the mirror, helped by his chest now meeting the cold surface.
“Very good.” The hand not on the mirror comes upward to wrap itself neatly around Tav’s neck. He pulls slightly upward on Tav’s neck, forcing Tav’s gaze upwards and away from the mirror. Astarion pulls out again. “And what do we say?”
“Please, Astarion, let me see you.” A self serving smile dances across Astarion’s lips. The hand around his neck releases its hold and finds its spot back at Tav’s hip. Tav meets Astarion’s gaze in the mirror once more.
“Ah, since you asked so very, very sweetly.” His hips snap forward once more. He sets a quick pace, pushing and pulling out of Tav underneath him. His eyes stay on Tav, watching to make sure Tav’s watching him. Tav moans at the feeling of him. Inside and around him. Each time his eyes roll into the back of his head, Astarion nips at the junction of his neck.
“Hah, almost there darling.” He breathes out between thrusts. “You’re doing so good for me, pet.”
“Astari-” Tav swallows down the moan. “Fuck. I’m-”
“Not yet.” Astarion’s arms come forward, pulling Tav back against him. Tav’s head falls against Astarion’s shoulder, a moan pulled from his throat as Astarion pushes further into him. His eyes fall shut at the feeling. A laugh fills his head. Followed by a hand gripping his chin and pulling Tav’s head from his shoulder.
Tav’s eyes snap open to see Astarion smiling back at him. Fingers push past his mouth, filling it. Tav moans against the feeling of his fingers in his mouth and Astarion’s cock filling him. Astarion’s thrust start to lose rhythm. He groans softly into Tav’s ear. Astarion’s eyes lose focus on Tav, instead watching himself fuck into his beloved.
Astarion’s lips ghost at Tav’s neck. Tav doesn’t hear what he whispers against his skin before he bites down. Tav’s vision whitens, the pleasure of it all pushing him over the edge. He feels Astarion stutter against him, pushing even further inside of him before pulling out one last time.
Tav slumps forward, arm bracing against the mirror. His chest heaves at each breath. His legs shake as he tries to hold himself upright. It’s too much and he falls to the side. Sits down and leans his back against the mirror.
Astarion sits back on his knees. Breathing heavy like Tav. He smiles, mouth red with Tav’s blood. Astarion leans forward into Tav’s space. His hand comes up to Tav’s chin, holds it in place to give him a kiss.
He opens his mouth against Tav’s, inviting the man to taste himself against his lips. Tav moans against the taste of himself on Astarion’s tongue. He opens his eyes.
Crimson eyes watch only themselves in the mirror.