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[NSFW] A pretty nice thing to come home to (Patreon)

Published:
2024-11-14 22:02:47
Edited:
2025-08-22 23:27:03
Imported:
2026-06
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Do not ask me why he kept the shirt on

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Comments

Ally

Sometimes it's just a pussy out kinda nap

Dom

hes waiting for a surprise

eri

Nom nom

tenderroni

juicy like a plum 🤤

steelsp

Ok the cake is rlly nice but I want to eat his face. Look at the blonde eyelashes and adorable ears. He looks so cute sleeping aAaaaaaaaaaaa Also please, the shirt is what makes the drawing complete hehe 💜

Variable_Null

I don't know why I thought it would be pink... But it's glorious

faerunechoes

okay but... why... is his ballsack so... pretty 😶

QueenOfTriforce

He knows what he’s doing to Astarion. AND US. I wanna bite that cake

Mz Amnesia

listen who doesnt love the cute tease of a long shirt no pants look

Hive

Temperature regulation, ass out, back warm. Perfect.

OogBoog

I dont know about astarion but I would be so tempted to ruin the tender moment with my dumbass pervy bullshit. I wouldn't, but oooo-bitch it would be a struggle.

Lan-arrr

Aw Astarion is gently patting his cheeks~ his face looks so relaxed though... doubt he'll be left alone for a good night sleep-

kgr320

As someone who has gone to sleep drunk in this exact position, sometimes you just want to lay down more than you want to fight to get your shirt off. Pants are easier. Pants come off even once you're already horizontal.

jaxdaws

I like to think the shirt was an either an attempt at being enticing that Astarion ruined by being late, or he was hit with sudden post nut coma. Or both. 🤔

Kitty

Sun's out, buns out

BARBATUS

winnie the poohing the nap

Akiwuff

Look, sometimes you just wanna nap with your cheeks out in case your hot elf bf comes home early and wants to fool around. It's called being considerate

caro

astarions hand placement reminds me of checking out the fabric on furniture when you need a new couch lmao. but I guess sitting on drow would be preferable to him anyways

lena

very chompable

Vic

i'd like to think drow runs hot and they say to air out the biggest surface of skin to cool down and clearly in his case that's his gigantic cake.... at least that's what i would tell him if i was astarion in this scenario (by god i wish i was astarion in this scenario)

Bee

more of a pussy out look, as it were

XMatrixJumperx

Okay but what is that on his butt under the skin on the top right cheek?

chuubon

Ugh I love your art

NiKo

Ngl despite the OBVIOUS, i zoomed in on Drow’s face. The peace in it!!!! I wish I could see Astarion’s too.

Ferencec Imanar

Nice butt. But the way Astarion stands there, his fingertips slowly gliding over warm dark skin while the drow sleeps peacefully, captures me more.

Luca Senpai

Please give him a blanket or a slap

Lisa-and-Shadow

As someone who wears short shirts and no bottoms to bed, this makes perfect sense to me. Your legs just need to breathe man, don't know what to tell you. (Also, experiencing an overwhelming urge to bite.)

Simbioza

It's a natural relationship progression. He's adopting habits from Astarion who is frequently in a flowy shirt and nothing else. I didn't even question it when I saw it. I just thought there they go again. It's pretty wholesome if you think about it. It's also pretty hole-some if you just look at it. We accept and appreciate both.

Jari

I just can’t get over his thighs honestly

Iris

I like to imagine he came home from an exhausting mission and remembered this time to NOT wear the gore covered clothes to bed, managed to strip it off as he walked in, leaving a trail of discarded apparel that ends in the bedroom. Astarion comes home to scowl at the clothes, and began picking them up, grumbling under his breath about tidyness and entered the bedroom ready to read the riot act. But... he paused when he saw his beloved drow sprawled unconscious on the bed, snoring deeply, completely out. Astarion whispered softly, "Well... you did remember to keep the linens from getting bloodstained, didn't you, my pet?" He gently strokes his lover affectionately then pulled a blanket over the slumbering male, kissed the back of his head and decided to pull a few bottles of wine from the cellar for later as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

Dani

Desperately want this as my computer wallpaper but I'm a parent and my kids like to watch me play games and I don't want to risk them seeing this. Lmaooooooooooo

Arruba

BUENOS DIAS DU-MANDY

Rask

Jaaaaysus.

RinleyCoyote

His titties were cold, that’s why.

Morallygreychaoticneutral

Astarion stood at the doorway for a moment. His eyes scanning over the relaxed body of his unconscious lover. The night hunt had taken longer than expected and returned him to the room later than usual. Drow often tried to stay awake with him during the night, but he still struggled with the reset of his internal clock from time to time. The slow steady thump of Drow's heart never changed. Signaling he was deep in a trance and did not notice his return. A fact that poked uncomfortably at his survival instinct. The thought that he was vulnerable irked him. A foolish worry to have of course. An unfortunate sot had attempted to sneak up on them once before and Drow had just as easily returned to consciousness as he had. A dagger was flying out from under his pillow to find purchase in the would-be assassin’s throat before his foot ever touched the floor. Astarion was right behind it. Using his vampiric speed and strength to yank the criminal the rest of the way through the window by the embedded blade. He used it to twist his neck to an unnatural angle and bit into him like meat on a skewer. Ending his foolish life with six deep swallows. When Astarion had asked how he knew. Drow simply shrugged. Wiping his blade off on the dead mans shirt. “I smelled him.” Which was why he wasn’t awake now. He was well acquainted with Astarion’s signature scent as he was usually quite saturated in it. Astarion’s scent signaled safety not danger. So his instincts let him rest. His thoughts were interrupted when a low moan escaped Drow's throat as he turned onto his stomach. His knee pulled up to expose the soft flesh of his tant and heavy pouch of his sack. A warm place he often liked to bury his face into. Why in the hell's he had taken his pants off but left the shirt on was beyond him. The man was prone to odd behavior. Drow sighed deeply before settling back down into his reverie. Astarion closed the door. Lifting the handle to take the weight off the creaky hinges to keep them from complaining. He slipped out of his shoes and padded quietly across the wood floor to the bed. Dows heart never faltered. A steady, deep thump pulsed in Astarion’s ears as he gazed over the man that had chosen so foolishly to stay with him. "Idiot." He whispered lovingly under his breath as he gently ran the pads of his fingers over the swell of his ample ass. Well…his and Drows.

DS Eerie

This is actually quite adorable. Just a cozy evening for Drow, nestled on the bed, waiting for his lover to come home until he falls to sleep/into reverie. Astarion comes home, sees the man he loves asleep, and gives a loving caress to Drow's skin, as lovers do. Nothing sexual, but still intimate. 🥰 Excellent work!