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[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.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Face flushed, Jacob meets his gaze for one moment, just a single heartbeat, and he kisses him with a shudder as he spills himself into his hand. The screen now is nothing but nonsense noise and flickering lights in the background. Every explosion is dulled, the sound of vehicles muffled.

Jacob's moans are lost to the kiss, and he starts to relax, bit by bit.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion smiles as he draws away, delicately licking the mess off his fingertips - less out of any attempt at eroticism and more because he doesn't have a handkerchief on his person.

"Just what I wanted," he murmurs.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob presses a gentle kiss to his neck before he pulls away to tuck himself back into his jeans. "That's all you wanted?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Well."

A teasing smile, before he looks away to do the same.

"It'll do for now. Who knows what I'll want tomorrow?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

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.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion's smile grows broader, pleased - genuine, in a way that feels fragile and new on his features.

"I think I would like that very much, Jacob."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

It does sound like a lovely evening. He stands up once he feels like his legs can support him, and he gestures to the door.

"Now that we have better prospects - fuck this movie."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Indeed. Just - loud noises and trees the wrong colour," he sniffs, rising to his feet and stretching a little. "Lead the way."