(Kinktober 13. Marks/bruises.) He wakes up beside you after a long night together and can't stop staring at his marks he left on you.

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Mentions of biting, bruising, marking... Obviously.

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You were still asleep when he woke.

The room was dim, morning just beginning to bleed through the curtains in pale streaks of light. Dust hung in the air like particles of magic, caught and drifting. The kind of stillness only found in early hours, delicate and unspoiled.

Astarion shifted beside you, propped himself up on one elbow, and let his eyes drink you in.

The sheet had slipped low over your hips in the night, exposing the canvas he’d left behind, all soft skin and flushed bruises. Faint finger marks along your waist where he’d gripped you too hard. A bite on your inner thigh, shallow but unmistakably his. Half-moons from his nails at your hips. A scattering of pale violet where his mouth had lingered for far too long. The ghost of his hunger mapped across your body like a lover’s signature.

You didn’t stir. Not even as he reached out, fingertips brushing a mark on your ribs with impossible care.

Gods.

He should feel guilty. A part of him did, that coiled, still-learning part that understood he could hurt you without meaning to. That your blood wasn’t a necessity anymore, but a gift.

And you’d given it.

Given all of this.

His chest ached with something deeper than lust, something he couldn’t quite name. You’d let him be what he was. All of him. Not just the charming mask. Not just the seductive smile. You’d given your body over to him with trust, with softness, and wore his marks not like wounds, but like proof. Like you belonged to him.

Astarion traced another bruise along your collarbone, featherlight. His throat felt tight. You were so warm, so still. So... his.

He leaned in, lips brushing the mark. A silent apology. A silent thank you.

And then he settled beside you again, pulling the sheet gently back over your body, but not before letting his eyes linger once more on the bruises he’d left behind.

Beautiful. Every single one.

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Authors Notes: sweet astarion will never get old <3 kinktober list here

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