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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah," he agrees. "But ain't nobody lookin' that I don't want lookin'," he assures him. "You, on the other hand, can come ogle me anytime you want."

He sinks fingers into his hips, his injured arm flung over his head to grip the pillow. He won't male it worse that way, at least.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"That's a terrible power you're offering," he chuckles. "But right now, I believe you wanted me to...fuck myself on you until the whole ship can hear it?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He tries to keep from moaning at the very fucking mention of it.

"Yeah, actually. That'd be real great if you could fucking get on with it," he says with a teasing smirk that he desperately tries to hide. He turns slightly, digging in his side table drawer.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Such impatience," Astarion tuts, squirming deliberately as he watches Jacob dig around for lubricant. "I didn't realise I was working to a deadline, my sweet."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He comes out with the bottle and flips it open. "You weren't until you said that," he insists, pushing himself up and kissing him again.

"You can use my name, you know," he mutters.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion smiles and holds out a hand as he sits up, straddling his lover's hips.

"Give me that bottle, Jacob."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Better."

He passes the bottle to him, but takes the opportunity to feel along his stomach and chest, biting gently at his collarbone.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion hums his pleasure, back arching with a shiver, as he flicks open the cap and squeezes some of the thick gel over his fingers. It's still cool when he reaches down to slick Jacob's cock, smoothing it over his hot skin with slow, delicate strokes. "Mm. Any other requests?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Dunno," he answers, leaning back on his elbow again, unable to help the groan of satisfaction on his cock. He takes Astarion's in turn, just slowly teasing him with his fingers.

"Ask me again in a few minutes."

Jacob can't deny that the feeling now is different. The stupid banter had always been there, but it's more deliberate this time. It's slower. He watches his face and knows that he doesn't have to make the climax come faster, to make it end, because this is the part he wants.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Oh, in a few minutes, I don't expect you to be capable of conversation."

He slips his hand back, stroking what's left on his fingers over his hole, and then steadies himself over the head of Jacob's cock.

It's barely more than uncomfortable, to let the lube and gravity do the work of stretching him open, but it's been a little while since he's done it like this. His lips part on a moan, his head falling back.

"Ah..."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He's the most right he's ever been, but Jacob doesn't give him the satisfaction of agreeing. He's got plenty of satisfaction going on as it is.

He moves his hand from his cock to his hip, pushing up against him once he's settled.

"Goddamn - "

He had missed him for so many reasons, but this, the way he moves and feels around him - that's what he dreams of.

"But - mm, look at me. Still talking."

It's a challenge, of course.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion smiles, squirming a little as their bodies meet, allowing himself a few moments to get used to the heat and girth of Jacob's cock inside him. It feels good, it feels...right.

He's getting sentimental, he knows he is. But it's not stopping him from leaning down to kiss Jacob's mouth as he starts to rock his hips.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He opens his mouth to him, raising up in time with his movements.

Once he falls into a rhythm, he trails his hand from Astarion's hip back to his cock, stroking him again.

[pharadyne]

Hard to keep many important objects when you don't have a consistent safe spot to keep them.

Have you acquired anything special here on the Barge?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Nah. Not really.

Well. Mae, I guess.

[But nothing else. Why should he keep anything when it's all going to disappear?]

why no tag when send tag :[

[sixfeetofdirt]

He moans for it, hips bucking, almost pulling off him altogether before rocking sharply back down.

"Fuck - Jacob - "

He sits up and puts his hands to the headboard for leverage, all the better to ride him like he means it while he's thrusting into his grip.

tag rebellion!

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

What a fucking splendid sight. Jacob's hand continues to work him as he watches him on top, hearing his name in a way that has never sounded so sweet.

He cock twitches inside of him, hot and tight and so fucking familiar, and he can't keep his eyes off of him.

"Christ - don't stop," he all but begs.

Re: tag rebellion!

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Why would I? You feel - gods, Jacob..."

He can feel him throb inside him, hot and pulsing, alive in a way his body only pretends to be. Slowing down would drag this out, extend their pleasure, but he's...hells, he's missed this, and it's more as if he wants to feel everything all at once.

He moves faster, bouncing on him, making the bed creak and moaning full-throated and shameless.

Re: tag rebellion!

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob is ever quiet, but he pulls off that restraint at the sight above him. He looks good. Fucking great, like some sort of angelic creature come down for Jacob only. He works him faster, bucking into him, encouraging softly.

He wants to see him fall apart first. He knows it hasn't happened, but Jacob is focused on him, on what he wants, and he's going to give it to him.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion, however, is thinking the exact same thing. He's been trained too well to think of his own pleasure coming first, and it's so deeply ingrained that he doesn't even question the impulse. He tightens up around him deliberately, the increased pressure making him cry out and work even harder.

He really doesn't care if the whole Barge hears. Wouldn't really care if they saw it, even.

"Please," the word comes out in a gasp of breath. "Please-"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob can feel himself building and building until he's completely out of his goddamn mind, but still reaches a bandaged hand up to cup his face.

"Fucking kiss me then," he tells him, letting a deep cry, a moan, punctuate his words.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion doesn't answer except to accede, his body bowing over Jacob's so he can kiss him. It's messy, his tongue thrusting into his mouth, his moans still spilling from him and between his lover's lips.

It's all so good.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

That's all he wanted. This, right here, was all Jacob had wanted. This moment of being together, kissing him like he fucking means something. He can hear his name in his ears still, his entire body flushed and tight.

And he can't help himself. Not even the evil voice in his mind that calls him a failure. He digs his fingers into his back, pain arcing up his arm at the force, spilling inside of him with a moan of his name.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion moans right back, burying his face against Jacob's neck, riding out his orgasm. It's in the final throes of his pleasure that he reaches his own, coming into Jacob's fist as he pants out cool breaths against his heated skin.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob all but clings to him in those final moments, not stopping his hand until Astarion is good and spent. He raises his knees, supporting him, and mostly pulling him close to wrap both arms around him.

He has no words now, only this, feeling his heart return to normal.