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Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categoy: M/M

Relationships: Halsin/Tav (Baldur's Gate)

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Language: English

Words: 2,402

Underneath the Hollow, illuminated by the dim glow of the candles scattered around the caverns that the druids of the Emerald Grove inhabited, Robin stood between Halsin's legs. Carefully he brushed his hair back, took the pointed tip of his ear between his clawed fingers and - with a circling of his thumb - slowly worked the ointment into his skin.

A deep hum of relief rumbled in Halsin's chest and his hands closed around the back of the tiefling's thighs, pulling him closer to his hulking body.

Robin clicked his tongue in mock disapproval, if only to hide the moan rising in his throat. "At least let me tend to your wounds first. The battle at Moonrise did a number on you."

"Really? How badly injured are my ears, then?", Halsin asked, a hint of amusement tinting his words, before tilting his head back and meeting Robin's hungry gaze.

The tiefling smiled. Returning to the Grove before heading to Baldur's Gate proved to have been an excellent idea. The last tendrils of the tension the Archdruid had carried with him on their quest to rescue Thaniel had long since left his body. Halsin's skin creased around the corners of his lips and eyes when he laughed and the creasing didn't cease even when his expression smoothened, he noticed. "Don't tell me you don't like it."

Halsin gently shook his head. "There's a great many things you've done that I enjoy way too much. This…", he said, leaning slightly into the palm of his caressing hand with another low noise of approval under his breath, "is but one of them."

For a while, Robin remained silent. Trailing his fingertips along the side of Halsin's face, he followed the shape of the deep scars digging into his forehead. "I'm glad we could lift the shadow curse."

"To think that it has finally been broken. A century of blight and shadows ravaging the land banished, just so. Truly, the Oakfather brought us together for a reason." A flash of tender affection danced behind Halsin's eyes as he leaned towards him. His voice dropped to an intimate whisper. "If not for you I would still carry that burden with me. Alone."

He grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged on it, forcing him to tilt his head back and look up at him. Taking control of him as he leaned down to kiss him. He slid his tongue into his mouth, lingering on the sensations of their lips brushing against each other and Halsin's moans washing over him. When they parted, their heavy breathing intermingled.

The hungry kiss that followed came swift, but not as a surprise. Every inch of Robin's skin had yearned to feel his lips against him again ever since they'd departed from the towers. His hands found their way below Halsin's cuirass and pants, tugging loose laces and undoing clasps with haste as the scrape of his fangs trailed down his neck.

Halsin grabbed him by the hips, pulling him ever so close, pressing his massive body against him with a fiery need that cried out to be quenched.

… And Robin pushed him off him with a teasing smile instead.

"I've been wanting to taste you ever since we first lay together underneath the stars", Robin admitted as his free hand trailed down Halsin's body. His fingertips brushed across his chest and pebbled nipples, followed the bulging curve of his muscles expanding below the soft pouch of his stomach. "And I wanted you underneath me ever since you claimed me as yours. When was the last time you've let someone take you, Halsin?"

His hand wrapped around his dick, squeezing tight when Halsin tried to speak. He felt the slick of precum spilling onto his skin and smiled as his response turned into another low, rumbly moan.

"Then let me make you mine tonight." Moving to kneel before him he stroked it lightly, more teasing brushes and squeezes, until the muscles in Halsin's thighs were tense with the effort it took not to grab him and shove him onto it. Robin watched as he greedily thrusted into his hand once or twice, digging his fingers into the moss until his knuckles turned white.

"I admit… ", Halsin breathed out, "it's been a while." His cock twitched in Robin's grasp, hot and hard, begging for his attention.

And this time he obliged.

He knew he was aching for more, saw it in the sparks of golden amber that lit up Halsin's eyes like a wildfire, felt it in the slick that seeped in between his fingers. And when he finally lowered his head to lick the precum off the swollen tip of his cock, Halsin's hips jerked forward, forcing almost all of it between his lips.

Robin let him in, sucking him into his mouth with a hoarse moan that turned into a gagging cough when he hit the back of his straining throat. He braced himself against Halsin's thighs and swallowed it deeper, pushing him back and holding him steady by resting his hand against his stomach.

As Robin's tongue explored every part of him, Halsin very nearly did so. He laced his fingers through his hair, grabbing a hold of the back of his head - careful not to injure himself on his horns - feeling the thick cinnamon curls glide through his hands. And despite his beast's need to take over and claim the tiefling, mark him as his, he merely held onto him, eyes squeezed tight and mouth hanging open, lost in the warmth of him and the strength of his dominating strokes keeping control of Halsin's every senses.

He held himself there until his throat relaxed and his vision blurred - pulling back only to catch his breath - and then licked and sucked the shaft again, savoring his salty taste with a quiet hum.

Halsin's legs were trembling now, and the noises he made became louder as Robin wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, working the inches he couldn't possibly fit inside of him in long, steady strokes while his head rocked up and down the length of him.

For a while Halsin's growls and groans were all that reached his ears. They were like rainfall after a drought, spurning him on to please him more, make him come undone beneath his touch.

Halsin's eyes fluttered back open and he watched as Robin let his cock slide out of his mouth, stringy ropes of precum and spit connecting his plump lips to its deep purple head. He raised to his feet and took off his pants and damp underpants, climbing onto his lap without hesitation.

His cock throbbed to the drumming beat of his heart, heavy and steady, caught in a slow build of heat and wet pressure sealed tightly around his shaft. Small but surprisingly strong hands dug their claws into his skin and kept him pinned down while soft swollen lips caressed the glistening slick length of him. With every sigh of Robin's, he slid deeper down his throat, until his breath came in short rugged moans that echoed across the caverns and his balls felt tight with the need for release.

But…it never came.

"You taste even better than I thought you would", he whispered as he dipped his hand between his legs and touched himself, mere inches away from Halsin's dick. Sometimes his knuckles brushed against him and another desperate noise escaped him. Desperate to bury himself inside of him, desperate to touch him in his stead, to stroke off his hard clit. Desperate to grab him by the hips and spill his seed into him.

Halsin was as massive as he remembered him being, too big for him to take all at once. Grinding his hips against him he took him with gritted teeth, inch by inch, until his fat cock pushed past the tight ring of muscles, finally forcing its way inside of him. All he could do was hold still as his body strained against it, and wait for the pain to make way for pleasure. Rocking against him slowly in an effort to aid the progress.

"Earthen like the soil… and sweet like honey", Robin murmured against his mouth, bringing his fingers to Halsin's lips and pushing them inside. Making him lick and suck the sticky wetness off them before kissing him passionately.

And then their shaky breathing turned into gasps as he grabbed his dick and guided him inside his cunt, lowering himself onto him with his thighs clamped to Halsin's sides. Bracing himself for the rock hard intrusion spreading him wide open.

Halsin sharply inhaled through his teeth in surprise, gasping and growling under his breath. "What-"

Halsin's hands caressed his shoulders and back, tracing the remnants of his wings before grabbing his ass and pulling his cheeks apart.

He sunk deep hard strokes into him then, thrusts that sent stabbing jolts up his spine, and Robin bit down on his lower lip in return, stopping just short of drawing blood with the tips of his fangs.

"It's still my turn", Robin reminded him quietly, brushing his lips against his now as he began to ride him. Halsin moved his trembling hands to his hips and buried his head in his neck, sucking on his sensitive skin, trailing kisses across his shoulders and chest, down to the silken wisps of dark brown hair. He cupped one of his breasts, teasing the soft, puffy nipple with the scrape of his teeth against the golden jewelry piercing his skin and a soothing lick of his tongue.

A tingling warmth spread throughout Robin as he finally felt his body giving in and Halsin's cock prying him open. It washed over him in waves, spreading to his ass and throbbing clit, where their bodies connected and wherever Halsin touched him, making his skin flush and hot with desire. He threw his head back and picked up the pace, hungrily bouncing up and down the length of him. Arching against and impaling himself on him, again and again, until he was panting and glistening with sweat.

Soft grunting sounds of exertion and pleasure spilled from his lips, growing louder as he chased after his release. Halsin met his thrusts now, pushing into him as far as Robin would let him, chasing his climax with the same hungry ferocity, leaving scratches and bite marks next to the blooming bruises across the small curves of his tits, then his chest and his collarbone.

Before long he cried out, slamming down onto his lap for one last time, bursting into a hundred pieces against the throbbing heat inside of him.

But Halsin gave him no time to catch his breath. He stood up and twirled him around, setting him down on the floor. As Robin got on his hands and knees the elf moved behind him, curling his body over his, covering his slender shape with ease. He wrapped an arm around him and tucked his chin over his shoulder while Robin pressed his chest flat against the dewy grass.

As he slowly came to his senses again, he felt Halsin’s knees pushing his legs apart and his dick sliding into him. Robin knew that he wasn't quite ready to take all of him like this, not when he already felt this full and stretched out and Halsin’s hips were steadily pounding more inches into him still. But he was eager to bear it all and so he spread his legs further, allowing Halsin to slide into his dripping cunt.

His breath was uneven and ragged next to his ear as he buried him underneath his weight and pushed deeper, the pound of his heart strong against Robin’s back. “Relax, lover…”

Robin turned his head to brush his beard against Halsin's bare face. He couldn't be any more relaxed than he already was.

A low groan escaped his lips as Halsin bottomed out inside of him, hitting spots so deep, Robin didn't even know they existed. With his balls pressed up against him, Halsin took hold of his hips and began to thrust into him. Slowly at first, but soon Robin's claws dug into the soil as he weathered the assault on his tight hole.

A hand made its way up his back and spread out between his shoulder blades, gently stroking his skin but mercilessly keeping him pinned to the ground. Unable to move he let himself become limp, soft and ready to receive the rough fucking he gave him. It was all he could do when the blood of the beast ran hot underneath the Archdruid's skin.

Halsin truly lost himself in him this time. He drove his cock into Robin until a primal haze grasped both of them. With every rutting stroke he stoked the fiery heat coiling at his core. Every dig of his nails and every brush of his lips and scrape of his teeth shoved him closer to the edge.

And when he finally felt the white searing spill of Halsin coating his insides with the creamy slick of his cum, Robin could all but squeeze his eyes closed and sink his fangs into his lower lips to stifle his own violent moans. He felt some of it leak out of him as he trembled and writhed beneath him, trailing along the inside of his thighs.

With a wide smile Halsin breathed out an exhausted sigh and drew himself up to his knees. The kisses he pressed to the inside of his thighs were gentle now, the touch of his tree-trunk hands weak but determined to please. "Forgive me, I lost control of myself."

When Halsin came to a breathless rest on top of him, Robin rasped out a chuckle and shoved him off him with all the leftover strength he could muster up. "So much for letting me take you."

Raising to stand over him, he tapped his fingertip against his swollen clit. "Suck it. Clean up the mess you made. Suck my dick."

"That's alright", Robin murmured as he watched Halsin lick the salty cum off his skin before wrapping his lips around him. Catching the tip of his ear between his fingertips he tenderly rubbed the sensitive skin between his thumb and forefinger before gathering his hair in his fist and shoving his face between his legs. "You have all night to make it up to me."

#reblogging this because i'm hopefully finishing another WIP this weekend

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