The shared bedroom of Astarian and Rider was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a small lamp on the bedside table. Astarian, the tall and muscular vampiric elf, entered the room, his sharp eyes immediately drawn to Rider. Rider was sitting on the bed, his dark purple skin covered in deep scars, smoking a cigarette.
Astarian smirked, his long, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light. "Still indulging in that filthy habit, I see," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.
Rider looked up at Astarian, his expression unreadable behind his raven-black hair. "It helps me think," he said gruffly, taking a long drag of his cigarette.
Astarian rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the way his gaze lingered on Rider's muscular form. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the lines of Rider's scars. "You know I hate it when you smoke," he said, his voice softer now.
Rider tensed under Astarian's touch, but didn't pull away. Instead, he stubbed out his cigarette and leaned back on the bed, his eyes never leaving Astarian's. "You always know how to make me feel better," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Astarian's smirk turned into a full-blown smile as he kneeled between Rider's legs, his hands reaching for the ties of Rider's pants. "Let me help you clear your mind," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Rider's breath hitched as Astarian's fingers brushed against his skin. He reached down, tangling his fingers in Astarian's short, curly white hair. "You always know how to make me feel better," he repeated, his voice filled with need.
Astarian's fingers found what they were looking for, and he wasted no time in taking Rider into his mouth. Rider's head fell back, a low moan escaping his lips as Astarian's tongue swirled around him.
Astarian's hands moved to Rider's hips, holding him in place as he worked his mouth up and down. Rider's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his fingers tightening in Astarian's hair.
Astarian's mouth moved faster, his tongue working harder. Rider's hips bucked, his moans growing louder. "Astarian," he gasped, his voice filled with need.
Astarian's only response was a low, rumbling growl. He could feel Rider's climax building, and he worked his mouth even harder, his fingers digging into Rider's hips.
Rider's climax hit, his entire body shaking as he cried out Astarian's name. Astarian didn't stop, his mouth working until Rider's moans turned into whimpers.
Finally, Astarian pulled back, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Rider's eyes were half-lidded, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
Astarian stood, offering Rider his hand. "Feeling better?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
Rider took Astarian's hand, pulling himself to his feet. "Much," he said, his voice still husky. "But I think it's your turn now."
Astarian raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what do you have in mind?"
Rider grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I think it's time you let me return the favor," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Astarian's smirk turned into a full-blown smile. "I think I like the sound of that," he said, his voice filled with desire.
And with that, the two of them fell back onto the bed, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. It was going to be a long night, and they were both more than ready for it.
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