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[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."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He takes his hand and leads him back towards the sky view cabins. "Best part about it is we don't have to rely on anyone for a shower."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"It certainly makes it less complicated to engage in a little exertion. Can you swim?" he asks, as they pass a window looking out over the expanse of glittering ocean.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah. Remember that river I took you to? Started swimming in that when I was five."

He glances out the windows. "You been in the water? Still doesn't hurt you, even an ocean like this ."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Not this water," he says. "Not yet, anyway. I've...tried swimming a little in the pool, but I hardly have your lifetime of practice."

He's working up to it? Kinda? It looks nice but he also doesn't want a sea monster to eat him?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"There's a lot of fish down there. Some with tentacles," he says as a genuine warning.

"So if you go, I'll come with. Save you from 'em," he adds more playfully.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Good," Astarion says, with feeling. "I have encountered more than enough tentacles in my lifetime already."

After a moment, he lets go of Jacob's hand in favour of slipping his hand through the crook of his elbow.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah, no shit."

He looks down to their arms and laughs. "What, are we fucking strolling now?"

But he walks a little closer to him anyway.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion's mouth pinches and he moves to pull away altogether - but Jacob is already shifting closer, and it stops him from getting into any self-defensive snits.

"...Not if you'd prefer not to."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Nah, I like it," he assures him, turning and planting a quick kiss on his neck before continuing on. "I do feel real fancy, though."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I've never known this to be 'fancy'," he muses, arching his eyebrows. "What makes it fancier than holding hands?"

Surely holding hands is more intimate, if anything? Is it less fancy to be more intimate?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Eh, it's a cultural thing maybe. An Earth-in-my-time thing. I only see it in old movies when the guy and his girl are strolling along some road together, all happy and - " 'In love' is what he was going to say, but he's not pushing that particular button, even in the context of a hypothetical. "- uh, and together. They always dress up, so - fancy."