He waits until they're more or less decent and he kisses him fully, resting his hand around his waist. "Yeah? Stay with me tonight. We'll have dinner. I'll give you a taste. We can watch a real show. Maybe I'll fuck you after," he mutters, brushing past his ear. "Or during."
He's grown bolder with him, more willing to actually voice his thoughts, knowing that Astarion usually doesn't mind or shy away. Even his words of rebuttal don't sting as they once did. Maybe this is trust, Jacob muses. Maybe this is what it starts out as.
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Date: 2024-09-27 07:19 pm (UTC)He's grown bolder with him, more willing to actually voice his thoughts, knowing that Astarion usually doesn't mind or shy away. Even his words of rebuttal don't sting as they once did. Maybe this is trust, Jacob muses. Maybe this is what it starts out as.