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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He gently rubs her arms and leans over to place a gentle kiss to her cheek. "We have time and I'm not going anywhere. And uh - if we're talking about it, there's - no one else but you two. There was once, but it's not a thing anymore."

[handleyourshit]

"We can wait," she says again, closing her eyes under the touch.

She turns her head enough to brush a kiss to his collarbone in return.

"I want to be clear headed. And to know you are too."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah, alright." He hums a song softly, one of the hymns he knows so well from Eden's Gate, something low and deep as he settles with her right against him. Where it feels - nice. Warm.

Nsfw from here

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Continued from here.]

Jacob sits back, propping himself up with one hand, and simply takes him in, watching him admiringly. His free hand, calloused and rough, brushes along his smooth, cool skin, flicking a thumb past his nipple.

"You're so goddamn gorgeous," he chuckles. "I just want to fucking bite you." He laughs, moving in for a kiss instead.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion laughs warmly into the kiss, shivering at that touch. His nipple peaks up under Jacob's thumb.

"Definitely rubbing off on you," he murmurs. "Do it. Leave a mark on me, mm?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Definitely rubbing off on me," he agrees and pulls him close, sinking teeth into his shoulder, feeling a shudder of pleasure through him.

Maybe he likes that a lot more than he thought. His hands reach for his ass, squeezing it indulgently.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion moans, too, another tremor seizing him. He's not a masochist, truly, but there's something he gets from vicarious pleasure and it's clear that Jacob enjoys what he's doing.

"Yes..."

He squirms under those hands, cock twitching under his trousers as he presses against Jacob's stomach.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob presses a kiss to his collarbone and then bites again into his other shoulder, sliding his hand underneath the waistband of his trousers as he does.

"Fuck, I want you. I want all of you."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I'm yours, Jacob. Let me just-"

He slips back onto the bed, working his way out of what's left of his clothes, peeling his trousers and underwear down to his ankles and then off. The pink flush of arousal in his skin is subtle but noticeable.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He lets him go, and while he gets undressed, Jacob does the same. His trousers and boxers are dropped to the floor, his cock half hard. He doesn't waste any time in returning to Astarion, admiring him. "Kiss me?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Mm-"

Astarion climbs back on top of him, a soft delighted sound going through him at the sensation of bared skin on skin. It's good. No protests, no force. Just the sweet heat of Jacob's body beneath his own.

He kisses him open-mouthed, hungry.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He slides his tongue against his, tasting him properly, his body heated and flushed. He can't help his fingers toying and stroking Astarion's cock between them.

"I love you," he mutters against his beautiful mouth.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I love you," Astarion whispers in kind, voice thready with pleasure. He rocks against Jacob's hand, getting harder with every touch, every breath. "That feels - don't stop. Please."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He wouldn't dream of it. He wraps his fingers around him fully, firmly. "Like that?" he mutters, needy and low.

He doesn't let him answer, though, capturing his mouth in a kiss instead.

[sixfeetofdirt]

The loud moan Astarion smothers against his mouth is answer enough anyway. He's slowly writhing on his lover's lap, pushing his erection through the warm tunnel of his fist. His fingertips dig into his shoulders.

"Mm-!"

He pulls away just barely, kissing a trail down to the side of his neck, feeling the throb of his pulse under his lips. His mouth waters.

"Jacob - can I...?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yes," he answers automatically, tilting his head, anticipating the sharp thrill of teeth in his neck.

He presses himself against his chest, hand still moving. "I want you to."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Not just consent, but desire - it's exactly what Astarion needs to hear, and he can only convey his gratitude in a helpless little sound before sinking his teeth in.

He groans at the first rush of blood, hips bucking, his cock spurting precome over Jacob's fingers. For all he's enjoyed the sensory experience of mortal food and drink, there will never be anything like this. The rich vital copper of blood on his tongue and in his throat. It's ambrosia, and he takes it in greedily.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob moans, rocking his hips against him, desperate and flushed. "Fuck," he shudders. His other hand comes around his lover, digging fingers in his skin as he slings desperately to him.

The sting of pain elicits so much pleasure that sizzles down his back. To be needed and wanted for every part of him...it's everything he wants. It's addicting.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion is, again, not really a masochist. He is really a sadist, and the palpable mix of pain and pleasure from Jacob is almost unbearable. He's fucking his fist quicker now, and when he pulls away from his throat it's with a strangled cry of pleasure.

"Jacob - Hells, please, I'm so-"

He's so close it's almost painful. He feels feverish.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He can hear it in his voice. He knows that he's close and Jacob doesn't want to tease him. Not when he's been so good.

He groans, deep in his throat. "Bite me again," he begs him, his hand moving steadily still. "Please..."

[sixfeetofdirt]

He whines softly and does as he's asked. A fresh bite just before the first, a fresh surge of blood, and orgasm hits him hard and fast.

He keeps moving through it, savouring the pleasure and the blood all at once, not sucking at the wound but just letting the blood trickle onto his tongue. When he finally comes to rest he's panting softly against Jacob's shoulder, shivering.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

The second stings just as much as the first, overlaid with the rush of pleasure that forces a cry from his lips. "God," he moans, stroking him through his orgasm, right until the last twitch of his cock.

He easily accepts Astarion's weight against him, and holds him steady. "Everything I wanted..." he murmurs.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"That's my line," Astarion laughs, breathless, sounding almost drunk in the afterglow. "Mm. Almost. Haven't had everything I want just yet."

One hand slips down to run over Jacob's hip and skim his inner thigh.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He sits back, unable to help the way he leans into that touch, eager for him.

"Yeah? What do you want?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Lay back," Astarion purrs, and kisses his mouth before starting to trail his lips down Jacob's throat and chest, his intentions perfectly clear. His hands settle gently on his lover's hips.