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[pharadyne]

Is there any other kind of romance?

[Norton reaches into Jacob's pants to expose his cock and then leans in to take the head in his mouth.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He settles back, clearing his throat.]

Good point.

I got something here that might be. [He sighs, draping his fingers in Norton's hair. Maybe it's the kiss, maybe it's the fact that he's feeling better, or maybe something as simple as feeling more vulnerable this way, but he can at least talk at him without feeling a wall come up. For a man who has only known intimacy through violence, a blow job from his warden seems to feel the same.]

Got something that feels like it could be real. She's with - someone else and it feels better that way.

Re: late sunday

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

The soup is goddamn delicious and makes his throat feel much better. He'll have to remember this for next time, because Jacob is very sure that there will be a next time.

"Cuz of what you are?"

[pharadyne]

I never said it was.

[Jacob's cough is a reminder that this probably isn't the best time to talk about that sort of thing.]

Sorry, I ought to let you rest. Sleep off your killer hangover. Or killee hangover?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He just turns over, flipping him off. He doesn't intend on talking later, but somehow he doubts he can escape it.]

[pharadyne]

[Norton pulls back just long enough to ask:]

Who's the lucky lady?

[He doesn't wait for an answer before resuming, relaxing his throat to take all of him in. Jacob can talk even if Norton's mouth is busy. And asking a man about his girlfriend while he's going down on him doesn't strike Norton as even a bit odd.]

[pharadyne]

[Norton gives a light chuckle at Jacob's gesture. There will be other times to corner him to talk.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Maybe in another world, he would think this odd. But this is where he's at and what he has. He can feel each movement taking him apart, piece by piece.]

Laura. Kay's girl. Sweeney's girl. Great legs. Short temper. A great fuck. Mouth - like a sailor.

Been training her dog.

[pharadyne]

[Norton hums in acknowledgement at Jacob's description, encouraging him to keep talking if he wants to. It has the additional benefit of adding some vibration. Norton knows about Laura although he hasn't interacted with her much. He's not surprised she and Jacob get along.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He twists his fingers in Norton's hair, giving him an appreciative groan.]

There's Astarion, too. Even if he has a dick.

Who knew I'd get so much ass in fucking - purgatory? [He shifts, slightly rocking his hips against him.]

Fuck.

[pharadyne]

If you want my arse too you only need to ask. [Norton pulls off to quip quickly and then resumes where he left off, moving a little faster now.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Next time.

[He's already too lost in this moment here to comment, fingers tangling tightly in his hair. A gasp, a soft tug, is his only warning as he draws closer, and he loses himself completely with a shudder.]

Re: late sunday

[madaboutit]

He nods, trying to minimize the complications of the situation.

"Most folk don't wanna hav'ta deal with all that day-ta-day bullshit. It's all 'bout the epic. The improbably birth an' tragic death an' lots'a Favors 'long the way." Sweeney huffs, lifting his glass before mumbling into it.

"Too borin'." It'd make him too boring. And that's how someone like him ceases to be.

Re: late sunday

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Sounds like you can make up whatever you want, then," he tells him. "You don't have to live for other people."

Which is a very hypocritical statement, coming from Jacob, but he's always been bad at taking his own advice.

Re: late sunday

[madaboutit]

Sweeney huffs softly, tipping his head in concession.

"I've tried," he admits. "Not the writin' what's already been, but the 'tryin' ta do things ta shape who I'll be'." He rubs his temple. "It ne'er goes well."

Re: late sunday

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"What happens?" he wonders, leaning back on the bed with the soup still standing up so it doesn't spill.

[pharadyne]

[Norton makes a small noise of acknowledgement at the tug on his hair, but doesn't pull away. Tempted as he is to let Jacob come on his face, it would be messy. This is tidier.

So he swallows as Jacob finishes and then slowly draws away and sits back on his heels with a bit of pride at a (blow) job well done.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Jacob sits back, breathing slow, letting the moment last for as long as allowed. He comes back to himself, adjusting his jeans, and smoothes out the tangles in Norton's hair.]

You're a good warden. But I think you're cheating.

Re: late sunday

[madaboutit]

"Eh." He isn't sure how to put it. "It's not any one thing. Sometimes folk I care 'bout get kicked off the boat, or I'll get afflicted with some new bullshit." Sweeney sighs.

"Just leaves a Fellow tired of it all."

Re: late sunday

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Seems like a fucking pain," he agrees. "And for however long you've been on this fucking boat, too?"

[pharadyne]

Cheating? How so? We're bonding. [He gestures between them.] Building trust. I assume you trust me at least a little bit because putting your cock between the teeth of someone you don't trust at all is a bad idea.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He snorts.]

True. And I do trust you. And I respect you, in my own fucking way.

Just don't want to talk to you about shit.

[pharadyne]

To be honest, I hate talking about feelings, but I do really want another warden deal.

And I think you deserve better than the shite hand you were dealt.

If it were possible to just blow you to graduation, that would be--rather amazing actually--but I doubt it can be that simple or fun, alas.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Unfortunately for you, I don't give a shit about graduation or your deal.

[He stands up.]

I'm just here until the Admiral gets sick of me.

[pharadyne]

[Norton's head tilts back as Jacob stands up. He's still on the floor sitting back on his heels and Jacob is very tall now.]

That's okay. I cared a lot about my own graduation and it took me ages so there's clearly no correlation between caring about graduating and actually graduating.