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Date: 2024-09-02 06:52 pm (UTC)
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"Oh, is that what you're after?"

Astarion nips at his chest, drags his tongue over a nipple before giving that a blunt little bite too.

"You should have said something. We could have stayed in the Lounge."

Date: 2024-09-02 07:02 pm (UTC)
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"Oh, you poor thing. Has someone being eyeing you up when you're just trying to stay clean?"

Astarion slides back up, kissing Jacob quickly as he rocks their hips together.

"Do I need to take my knives and have a quiet talk?"

Date: 2024-09-02 07:29 pm (UTC)
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Astarion kisses him hard and needy, utterly content to lose himself in the friction and warmth as he rocks his hips.

"Not jealous. I just don't like the idea of people ogling you if you don't want it," he mutters against his ear.

Date: 2024-09-02 07:53 pm (UTC)
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"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?"

Date: 2024-09-02 08:05 pm (UTC)
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"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."

Date: 2024-09-02 08:37 pm (UTC)
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Astarion smiles and holds out a hand as he sits up, straddling his lover's hips.

"Give me that bottle, Jacob."

Date: 2024-09-02 08:49 pm (UTC)
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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?"

Date: 2024-09-02 09:06 pm (UTC)
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"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..."

Date: 2024-09-02 09:14 pm (UTC)
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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.

why no tag when send tag :[

Date: 2024-09-04 03:03 pm (UTC)
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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.

Re: tag rebellion!

Date: 2024-09-04 03:41 pm (UTC)
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"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.

Date: 2024-09-04 04:20 pm (UTC)
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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-"

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