"Let's get a bed under us first," Astarion teases, a predictably filthy joke, though he moves back just enough to let Jacob do what he has to do.
He missed this. The thought hits him unexpectedly - it really hasn't been that long, but it's true. He missed the ease of just...being with him, in every way they want to be. Enjoying each other without fretting over crossed lines.
He steps into the room as soon as he can, following Jacob and closing the door behind them.
Jacob keeps the lights dimmed but not off, placing his gun on the desk.
"You can make a dirty joke out of anything," he remarks, unlacing his boots. He wasn't expecting this at all, so it's not as if he dressed for the occasion.
Still, there's something he finds comfortable about the whole thing. He kicks them off by the door and reaches for him again. "Don't know how I'm getting you out of those pants. They're fucking painted on or whatever."
Astarion scoffs lightly and steps back, untying the lace and opening the
panel at one side, then the other. Loosened, they come down to his knees
easily enough, and he just has to bend over to peel them down from knee to
ankle.
"This is the one part that isn't quite so graceful," he concedes, and
leans over to steady his hands on Jacob's shoulders while he kicks off one
leg and then the other.
He welcomes him with an arm around his waist, just appreciating the feeling of his bare skin against Jacob's calloused fingers.
"I think I just don't want my balls squeezed that tight," he snorts, trailing a kiss along his jaw before catching his mouth again. He doesn't feel rushed this time, doesn't feel hurried. He can simply enjoy for now.
Astarion's still chuckling when their mouths meet. He makes himself
comfortable, straddling Jacob's lap, pressing their bodies closer. He
tastes good. Feels good. Even smells good.
He's so fucking stupid. Tumbling into this, indulging himself in something
that's going to hurt him, yet again
Jacob pulls him closer, trailing fingers down his spine, under the scarring.
"Hang on," he murmurs, pulling back so he can at least get his shirt off. His arm and palm are still bandaged, but they've healed enough that it doesn't hurt when he moves them, and they'll likely just be another set of scars.
"Poor thing," Astarion breathes, touching his arm a few inches from the
wound. "More battle scars."
At least they're healing cleanly. He'd smell it if they weren't. He slides
both hands over Jacob's chest, enjoying the slight bristling of his body
hair against his fingers.
Astarion melts into it, into him, his arms winding around Jacob's neck so
he can cling to his warmer body like a vine as he slides his tongue between
his lips. He's gotten used to kissing him. Odd. But pleasant.
Arousal makes itself known slowly, a gradual hum of sensation in the pit of
his stomach.
"I've missed you too," Astarion whispers, like a secret he can hardly bear
to divulge. He writhes in Jacob's lap, rocking into his touch as he
stiffens in his fist.
Even now, there's a hint of doubt in his mind about those words. How could they be true when he's certain Astarion has plenty of other choices? Why would he be the one that he's missed?
He doesn't let that thought linger; the kiss chases it firmly away.
He feels himself grow needy in turn and rocks up against Astarion slightly, pressing himself against his jeans.
"Ah, you gotta let me - " He is hard already, needy and begging.
Astarion can't help but smile against Jacob's cheek.
"Oh, do I? I've got to?"
He slips his hand between Jacob's thighs, cupping the hard ridge under the
denim and squeezing. There's something undeniably arousing about feeling
that; a little thrill of power in knowing he's uncomfortable just because
he wants him so badly.
He sits back, looking down between them. "Why, you gonna make me beg again?" he asks in a tone that is half desperate, half teasing, but mostly entirely unopposed to the idea if it means he gets a little fucking relief.
He lets out a sigh of relief, pulling his hand away and lets him unzip him. "What? That's what the boxers are for." Not that he's immune from zipping something delicate in them; that's just a rite of passage. But he's older now. Wiser.
He sounds unconvinced, but overall he's more interested in helping Jacob
get the rest of the way naked, leaning in to kiss his neck and shoulder and
jaw while he's going about it.
Astarion sees it. His touch moves away at the first flinch, and when Jacob
lays on his back, he follows him down. All this bare skin against bare skin
feels indulgent, warm, good in a way beyond the simple mechanics of
arousal.
He tangles their legs together, pressing his erection into Jacob's hip for
the relief that pressure brings. A loud moan slips from him.
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Date: 2024-09-02 12:17 pm (UTC)[Continued!]
"Let's get a bed under us first," Astarion teases, a predictably filthy joke, though he moves back just enough to let Jacob do what he has to do.
He missed this. The thought hits him unexpectedly - it really hasn't been that long, but it's true. He missed the ease of just...being with him, in every way they want to be. Enjoying each other without fretting over crossed lines.
He steps into the room as soon as he can, following Jacob and closing the door behind them.
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Date: 2024-09-02 12:52 pm (UTC)"You can make a dirty joke out of anything," he remarks, unlacing his boots. He wasn't expecting this at all, so it's not as if he dressed for the occasion.
Still, there's something he finds comfortable about the whole thing. He kicks them off by the door and reaches for him again. "Don't know how I'm getting you out of those pants. They're fucking painted on or whatever."
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Date: 2024-09-02 01:24 pm (UTC)Astarion laughs, toes out of his own shoes, then reaches for the laced panel hidden at one side.
"You don't do anything, darling. You just watch."
They're not easy to get off, but he's had plenty of practice.
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Date: 2024-09-02 01:29 pm (UTC)He is very skeptical about this.
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Date: 2024-09-02 01:33 pm (UTC)Astarion scoffs lightly and steps back, untying the lace and opening the panel at one side, then the other. Loosened, they come down to his knees easily enough, and he just has to bend over to peel them down from knee to ankle.
"This is the one part that isn't quite so graceful," he concedes, and leans over to steady his hands on Jacob's shoulders while he kicks off one leg and then the other.
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Date: 2024-09-02 01:59 pm (UTC)"Good thing you don't need to breathe, cuz you'd fucking pass out in those."
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Date: 2024-09-02 02:14 pm (UTC)He laughs, and easily shucks off his shirt and underwear, sliding naked into Jacob's lap.
"I think you underestimate your fellow mortals, darling."
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Date: 2024-09-02 02:17 pm (UTC)"I think I just don't want my balls squeezed that tight," he snorts, trailing a kiss along his jaw before catching his mouth again. He doesn't feel rushed this time, doesn't feel hurried. He can simply enjoy for now.
"But I appreciate your sacrifice."
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Date: 2024-09-02 02:20 pm (UTC)Astarion's still chuckling when their mouths meet. He makes himself comfortable, straddling Jacob's lap, pressing their bodies closer. He tastes good. Feels good. Even smells good.
He's so fucking stupid. Tumbling into this, indulging himself in something that's going to hurt him, yet again
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Date: 2024-09-02 02:40 pm (UTC)"Hang on," he murmurs, pulling back so he can at least get his shirt off. His arm and palm are still bandaged, but they've healed enough that it doesn't hurt when he moves them, and they'll likely just be another set of scars.
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Date: 2024-09-02 02:45 pm (UTC)"Poor thing," Astarion breathes, touching his arm a few inches from the wound. "More battle scars."
At least they're healing cleanly. He'd smell it if they weren't. He slides both hands over Jacob's chest, enjoying the slight bristling of his body hair against his fingers.
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Date: 2024-09-02 02:58 pm (UTC)The sight brings a rush of warmth and he leans forward, his kiss more passionate than before.
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Date: 2024-09-02 04:02 pm (UTC)Astarion melts into it, into him, his arms winding around Jacob's neck so he can cling to his warmer body like a vine as he slides his tongue between his lips. He's gotten used to kissing him. Odd. But pleasant.
Arousal makes itself known slowly, a gradual hum of sensation in the pit of his stomach.
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Date: 2024-09-02 05:05 pm (UTC)"Fuck, I've missed you," he mutters.
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Date: 2024-09-02 05:33 pm (UTC)"I've missed you too," Astarion whispers, like a secret he can hardly bear to divulge. He writhes in Jacob's lap, rocking into his touch as he stiffens in his fist.
"I know it hasn't been long, but -"
He kisses him.
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Date: 2024-09-02 05:49 pm (UTC)He doesn't let that thought linger; the kiss chases it firmly away.
He feels himself grow needy in turn and rocks up against Astarion slightly, pressing himself against his jeans.
"Ah, you gotta let me - " He is hard already, needy and begging.
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Date: 2024-09-02 05:57 pm (UTC)Astarion can't help but smile against Jacob's cheek.
"Oh, do I? I've got to?"
He slips his hand between Jacob's thighs, cupping the hard ridge under the denim and squeezing. There's something undeniably arousing about feeling that; a little thrill of power in knowing he's uncomfortable just because he wants him so badly.
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Date: 2024-09-02 06:02 pm (UTC)He sits back, looking down between them. "Why, you gonna make me beg again?" he asks in a tone that is half desperate, half teasing, but mostly entirely unopposed to the idea if it means he gets a little fucking relief.
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Date: 2024-09-02 06:04 pm (UTC)He laughs, high and quick.
"...No. Not this time."
Instead, he slips off his lap to sit at his side, already reaching to open his jeans.
"I can't stand these," he says, of the zipper. "Are you not constantly worried about snagging something delicate?"
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Date: 2024-09-02 06:08 pm (UTC)He lets out a sigh of relief, pulling his hand away and lets him unzip him. "What? That's what the boxers are for." Not that he's immune from zipping something delicate in them; that's just a rite of passage. But he's older now. Wiser.
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Date: 2024-09-02 06:13 pm (UTC)"Hmm."
He sounds unconvinced, but overall he's more interested in helping Jacob get the rest of the way naked, leaning in to kiss his neck and shoulder and jaw while he's going about it.
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Date: 2024-09-02 06:16 pm (UTC)But once he's free of his clothes, he's kicking them off to the side anyway, sliding down onto his back so he can pull Astarion close again.
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Date: 2024-09-02 06:22 pm (UTC)Astarion sees it. His touch moves away at the first flinch, and when Jacob lays on his back, he follows him down. All this bare skin against bare skin feels indulgent, warm, good in a way beyond the simple mechanics of arousal.
He tangles their legs together, pressing his erection into Jacob's hip for the relief that pressure brings. A loud moan slips from him.
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Date: 2024-09-02 06:35 pm (UTC)This is all so familiar to him, completely and utterly comfortable way, like he can take his time and indulge and explore him like this. Hear him.
"I dreamed about this, you know," he murmurs. "You bitching at me about my jeans."
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Date: 2024-09-02 06:43 pm (UTC)The answering laugh is warm, tempered by pleasure.
"Is that all? Your dreams seem very dull. You didn't have anything more...ambitious in mind?"
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