Astarion pushed open the door to their shared bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to the figure sitting on the bed. Rider, his dark hair falling in messy waves around his face, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Astarion rolled his eyes, making his way over to the bed and kneeling down before Rider.
"You know that's going to kill you one of these days," Astarion said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Rider smirked, taking a drag of his cigarette before responding with a sarcastic comment. "Oh, I'm sure you're just jealous that you can't partake."
Astarion scoffed, reaching out to take the cigarette from Rider's fingers. "I don't need that to have a good time." He crushed the cigarette beneath his foot, a satisfied look on his face.
Rider let out a low growl, his eyes darkening with desire. "You always have to be in control, don't you?"
Astarion smirked, leaning in to lavish attention on Rider. "Someone has to be."
Rider let out a low groan of pleasure, his head falling back against the pillows. "You're always so needy."
Astarion laughed, continuing his ministrations. "You love it."
Rider retorted with a playful insult, causing Astarion to laugh. "You're one to talk."
The banter continued as Astarion and Rider became more and more lost in each other. Astarion began to undress Rider, his fingers working nimbly at the buttons of his shirt. Rider let out a low growl of desire, his eyes locked on Astarion's.
Astarion responded in kind, his own desire building as he stripped Rider bare. The two of them became more and more heated, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Astarion finally pushed Rider back onto the bed, climbing on top of him and deepening their passionate encounter.
Rider wrapped his arms around Astarion, pulling him closer and deepening their connection. Astarion let out a low moan, the two of them becoming lost in each other. The encounter became more and more intense, both of them reaching their peak.
Astarion collapsed onto Rider, both of them panting and smiling at each other. "You always know how to make me forget about everything else," Astarion said, his voice husky with desire.
Rider smiled, running his fingers through Astarion's hair. "That's because you're always so focused on everything else."
Astarion laughed, leaning in to kiss Rider deeply. "I'll try to remember that."
Rider's hands tightened on Astarion's hips, pulling him closer. "I'll hold you to it."
The two of them smiled, their bodies still entwined as they lay on the bed, the smoke from Rider's discarded cigarette curling up towards the ceiling. The fire between them still burning brightly.
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