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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

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[sixfeetofdirt]

"Oh?"

He laughs thickly, hiding his face against Jacob's shoulder.

"So terrible for you, darling. Is it becoming a problem?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He breathes him in, enjoying the moment. "Yeah. It is. You're a damn nuisance in my head all the time."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Would you prefer it if I hide myself away from you?" He's hard under his clothes now, one hand gripping an armrest as he squirms in his seat.

"Confine myself to my chambers, or sneak around keeping constant watch for you, in case my mere presence makes trouble?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah," he mutters, then deftly opens his trousers, sliding his hand inside to coax him out. "That's what you gotta do. But then I won't be around to keep you in fucking line."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion shivers as Jacob's hand closes around bare skin, hitching up his hips in a needy little thrust.

"Is that what you think you're doing, darling? Keeping me in line? Acting as my rigid taskmaster?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah, real rigid," he snorts, slowly moving his hand along his cock as he turns to kiss him.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion moans into it, hand slipping into Jacob's hair. Even though they're only 'in public' in the sense that somebody could walk in on them - and from the entrance, they wouldn't see much - it adds an undeniable little thrill to this.

"Perhaps you're right," he whispers, pulling away just the slightest bit. His lips still brush Jacob's when he speaks. "Who knows what kind of trouble you're keeping me out of?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"You're really just better off with me," he mutters. "So I'll deal with your distraction."

He slows his hand slightly, savoring the sight of him in his arms like this. "How terrible for you."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"It's terrible when you're being a tease," Astarion retorts, kissing Jacob on the mouth again and again. "I need more - please...?"

He's aching with arousal and very much aware of that change of pace.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"It's not a tease," he assures hi..

He glances at the door once and then pushes back from him as far as he can, right against the opposite arm rest, before leaning down. "Tell me about the movie," he snorts before he takes him into his mouth.

He said he likes to hear Astarion talk, so that's exactly what he's going to request.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"As if I've been paying the slightest bit of attention to - oh -"

Given Jacob's previously stated uncertainty about fellatio, he hadn't really expected it to happen again. Certainly not so soon, and never in a venue where someone could catch him doing it. But each and every one of those thoughts just melts away under the slick heat of his tongue, replaced by a buzz of pleasure.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Truly, a little positive reinforcement and praise goes a long way with a soldier so wired and attuned to the negative. And if he's settled down below the back of the seats, well, maybe he was just having a very enthusiastic nap.

At least that's what he's telling himself. Astarion liked it the last time and Jacob wants to spoil him. This part is easy.

He takes it slowly at first, cautious, but he is happy enough to take those cues from him.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"You're really something else if you think I would want to look at those creatures bleating at each other, when I could be watching you."

He strokes Jacob's hair, keeping his body pinned down as best he can, fighting the urge to thrust between his lips.

"You're gorgeous, darling. The way your skin flushes when you do this. The little furrow in your brow."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He lets Astarion's words simply sink in without any other thought. He can't question them, his tongue too busy teasing along the tip. He can't argue, his lips too busy around him. The more he does this, the better he gets, after all.

One hand digs into his shirt, keeping him grounded.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Ah - hells, your tongue."

Astarion bites his lip, watching him with half-lidded eyes; his cock is already leaking precome into his lover's mouth. His thighs are tense, a fine tremor in his fingertips.

"You feel utterly sinful, Jacob. Don't stop..."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Sinful. Maybe that word does more than his name on Astarion's lips. He doesn't stop, of course he doesn't stop, bracing himself against the chair.

He doesn't plan on pulling back this time.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion is trying to think of common courtesy, he really is. He doesn't want to leave Jacob spluttering with a mouthful of anything he'd rather not deal with. But he feels so fucking good, enough to make him feel almost feverish despite being undead.

He shudders violently as Jacob's tongue slides under the tip of his cock, stroking the delicate skin there.

"Mm - you should stop, I can finish myself off -"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Pros and cons. Risk and reward. Jacob finds this falls very easily to one side.

Really, he's had much worse in his mouth, and the payoff here is worth it. So Jacob grips Astarion's shirt tighter, the only permission he can give him, and does not, in fact, let him finish himself off.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Gods - fuck, all right -"

Astarion arches his back and drops his hands away from Jacob's hair before he gives into the temptation to pull or steer. Pleasure makes his nerves light up and his skin tingle.

"Jacob," he groans out loud, spilling into his mouth with one final, violent shudder.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob sits up with a laugh, a deep cough, and leans against him as he brushes his sleeve past his mouth.

"What did I miss?" he asks, nodding at the screen.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I don't know and I don't care," Astarion says thickly, leaning in to kiss him full on the mouth. His hand slips down between Jacob's thighs in turn, cupping through his clothes. He wants - needs - to touch him.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He's already hard against his jeans, has been for a moment, so the touch makes him hiss and moan rather shamlessly into the kiss.

"God, Astarion." He feels himself begging for him now.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I have you, Jacob."

He reaches to open the zipper and slide his hand under the cotton of his briefs. His long, cool fingers close around the heat of his erection, thumb sliding over the head.

"I want to feel you come, just like this, while I watch you," he murmurs, watching the light from the screen flicker and shift over his face as he starts to stroke him.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He looks down, his forehead pressing against Astarion's shoulder. He wraps an arm around him, sitting up onto to kiss him, letting himself simply exist.

It doesn't take long. He's not trying to draw it out. He draws in a breath, fingers digging into Astarion's back.

"Like that, fuck, don't stop."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion is pumping him hard and fast, no interest in teasing him, focusing all his attention where he's most sensitive. He kisses him over and over, light and deep in turns, just brushing their mouths together before thrusting his tongue between his lips.

He feels no less hungry for his pleasure than he is for his blood.