Astarion moans, too, another tremor seizing him. He's not a masochist,
truly, but there's something he gets from vicarious pleasure and it's clear
that Jacob enjoys what he's doing.
"Yes..."
He squirms under those hands, cock twitching under his trousers as he
presses against Jacob's stomach.
Jacob presses a kiss to his collarbone and then bites again into his other
shoulder, sliding his hand underneath the waistband of his trousers as he
does.
He slips back onto the bed, working his way out of what's left of his
clothes, peeling his trousers and underwear down to his ankles and then
off. The pink flush of arousal in his skin is subtle but noticeable.
He lets him go, and while he gets undressed, Jacob does the same. His
trousers and boxers are dropped to the floor, his cock half hard. He
doesn't waste any time in returning to Astarion, admiring him. "Kiss me?"
Astarion climbs back on top of him, a soft delighted sound going through
him at the sensation of bared skin on skin. It's good. No protests, no
force. Just the sweet heat of Jacob's body beneath his own.
He slides his tongue against his, tasting him properly, his body heated and
flushed. He can't help his fingers toying and stroking Astarion's cock
between them.
"I love you," he mutters against his beautiful mouth.
"I love you," Astarion whispers in kind, voice thready with pleasure. He
rocks against Jacob's hand, getting harder with every touch, every breath.
"That feels - don't stop. Please."
The loud moan Astarion smothers against his mouth is answer enough anyway.
He's slowly writhing on his lover's lap, pushing his erection through the
warm tunnel of his fist. His fingertips dig into his shoulders.
"Mm-!"
He pulls away just barely, kissing a trail down to the side of his neck,
feeling the throb of his pulse under his lips. His mouth waters.
Not just consent, but desire - it's exactly what Astarion needs to hear,
and he can only convey his gratitude in a helpless little sound before
sinking his teeth in.
He groans at the first rush of blood, hips bucking, his cock spurting
precome over Jacob's fingers. For all he's enjoyed the sensory experience
of mortal food and drink, there will never be anything like this. The rich
vital copper of blood on his tongue and in his throat. It's ambrosia, and
he takes it in greedily.
Jacob moans, rocking his hips against him, desperate and flushed. "Fuck,"
he shudders. His other hand comes around his lover, digging fingers in his
skin as he slings desperately to him.
The sting of pain elicits so much pleasure that sizzles down his back. To
be needed and wanted for every part of him...it's everything he wants. It's
addicting.
Astarion is, again, not really a masochist. He is really a sadist, and
the palpable mix of pain and pleasure from Jacob is almost unbearable. He's
fucking his fist quicker now, and when he pulls away from his throat it's
with a strangled cry of pleasure.
"Jacob - Hells, please, I'm so-"
He's so close it's almost painful. He feels feverish.
He whines softly and does as he's asked. A fresh bite just before the
first, a fresh surge of blood, and orgasm hits him hard and fast.
He keeps moving through it, savouring the pleasure and the blood all at
once, not sucking at the wound but just letting the blood trickle onto his
tongue. When he finally comes to rest he's panting softly against Jacob's
shoulder, shivering.
The second stings just as much as the first, overlaid with the rush of
pleasure that forces a cry from his lips. "God," he moans, stroking him
through his orgasm, right until the last twitch of his cock.
He easily accepts Astarion's weight against him, and holds him steady.
"Everything I wanted..." he murmurs.
"Lay back," Astarion purrs, and kisses his mouth before starting to trail
his lips down Jacob's throat and chest, his intentions perfectly clear. His
hands settle gently on his lover's hips.
Astarion is very much aware of that himself. It feels...new? Nice.
Indulgent. And it makes it easier to focus on Jacob's pleasure, now, when
he's feeling so beautifully unwound.
"You look so lovely from every angle," he breathes, and then takes him into
his mouth without any further warning, letting him sink in deep.
Astarion smiles around him, keeps his gaze fixed on his face and starts to
move. The slick seal of his lips slides up and down Jacob's shaft as his
tongue follows, flat against the underside of his cock, then teasing and
stroking when he pauses here and there.
One hand clutches at Jacob's hip. The other strays down to fondle his sac,
careful with the delicate skin.
It goes without saying that Astarion is a master at this, but Jacob never
seems to remember how good until it happens. He groans, reaching down to
cup his face, to touch him, and he shudders.
He briefly wishes Rosita was here with them, enjoying this moment with
them.
Or maybe he's just missed them a lot more than he thought. Sweat beads on
his forehead as each touch, each move of his mouth, takes him closer and
closer.
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Date: 2025-02-25 05:35 pm (UTC)Maybe he likes that a lot more than he thought. His hands reach for his ass, squeezing it indulgently.
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Date: 2025-02-25 05:42 pm (UTC)Astarion moans, too, another tremor seizing him. He's not a masochist, truly, but there's something he gets from vicarious pleasure and it's clear that Jacob enjoys what he's doing.
"Yes..."
He squirms under those hands, cock twitching under his trousers as he presses against Jacob's stomach.
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Date: 2025-02-25 07:13 pm (UTC)Jacob presses a kiss to his collarbone and then bites again into his other shoulder, sliding his hand underneath the waistband of his trousers as he does.
"Fuck, I want you. I want all of you."
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Date: 2025-02-25 07:22 pm (UTC)"I'm yours, Jacob. Let me just-"
He slips back onto the bed, working his way out of what's left of his clothes, peeling his trousers and underwear down to his ankles and then off. The pink flush of arousal in his skin is subtle but noticeable.
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Date: 2025-02-25 07:45 pm (UTC)He lets him go, and while he gets undressed, Jacob does the same. His trousers and boxers are dropped to the floor, his cock half hard. He doesn't waste any time in returning to Astarion, admiring him. "Kiss me?"
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Date: 2025-02-25 07:49 pm (UTC)"Mm-"
Astarion climbs back on top of him, a soft delighted sound going through him at the sensation of bared skin on skin. It's good. No protests, no force. Just the sweet heat of Jacob's body beneath his own.
He kisses him open-mouthed, hungry.
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Date: 2025-02-25 08:06 pm (UTC)He slides his tongue against his, tasting him properly, his body heated and flushed. He can't help his fingers toying and stroking Astarion's cock between them.
"I love you," he mutters against his beautiful mouth.
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Date: 2025-02-25 08:10 pm (UTC)"I love you," Astarion whispers in kind, voice thready with pleasure. He rocks against Jacob's hand, getting harder with every touch, every breath. "That feels - don't stop. Please."
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Date: 2025-02-25 08:17 pm (UTC)He wouldn't dream of it. He wraps his fingers around him fully, firmly. "Like that?" he mutters, needy and low.
He doesn't let him answer, though, capturing his mouth in a kiss instead.
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Date: 2025-02-25 08:20 pm (UTC)The loud moan Astarion smothers against his mouth is answer enough anyway. He's slowly writhing on his lover's lap, pushing his erection through the warm tunnel of his fist. His fingertips dig into his shoulders.
"Mm-!"
He pulls away just barely, kissing a trail down to the side of his neck, feeling the throb of his pulse under his lips. His mouth waters.
"Jacob - can I...?"
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Date: 2025-02-25 08:29 pm (UTC)"Yes," he answers automatically, tilting his head, anticipating the sharp thrill of teeth in his neck.
He presses himself against his chest, hand still moving. "I want you to."
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Date: 2025-02-25 08:34 pm (UTC)Not just consent, but desire - it's exactly what Astarion needs to hear, and he can only convey his gratitude in a helpless little sound before sinking his teeth in.
He groans at the first rush of blood, hips bucking, his cock spurting precome over Jacob's fingers. For all he's enjoyed the sensory experience of mortal food and drink, there will never be anything like this. The rich vital copper of blood on his tongue and in his throat. It's ambrosia, and he takes it in greedily.
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Date: 2025-02-25 08:42 pm (UTC)Jacob moans, rocking his hips against him, desperate and flushed. "Fuck," he shudders. His other hand comes around his lover, digging fingers in his skin as he slings desperately to him.
The sting of pain elicits so much pleasure that sizzles down his back. To be needed and wanted for every part of him...it's everything he wants. It's addicting.
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Date: 2025-02-25 08:47 pm (UTC)Astarion is, again, not really a masochist. He is really a sadist, and the palpable mix of pain and pleasure from Jacob is almost unbearable. He's fucking his fist quicker now, and when he pulls away from his throat it's with a strangled cry of pleasure.
"Jacob - Hells, please, I'm so-"
He's so close it's almost painful. He feels feverish.
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Date: 2025-02-25 08:51 pm (UTC)He can hear it in his voice. He knows that he's close and Jacob doesn't want to tease him. Not when he's been so good.
He groans, deep in his throat. "Bite me again," he begs him, his hand moving steadily still. "Please..."
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Date: 2025-02-25 08:57 pm (UTC)He whines softly and does as he's asked. A fresh bite just before the first, a fresh surge of blood, and orgasm hits him hard and fast.
He keeps moving through it, savouring the pleasure and the blood all at once, not sucking at the wound but just letting the blood trickle onto his tongue. When he finally comes to rest he's panting softly against Jacob's shoulder, shivering.
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Date: 2025-02-25 09:04 pm (UTC)The second stings just as much as the first, overlaid with the rush of pleasure that forces a cry from his lips. "God," he moans, stroking him through his orgasm, right until the last twitch of his cock.
He easily accepts Astarion's weight against him, and holds him steady. "Everything I wanted..." he murmurs.
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Date: 2025-02-25 09:08 pm (UTC)"That's my line," Astarion laughs, breathless, sounding almost drunk in the afterglow. "Mm. Almost. Haven't had everything I want just yet."
One hand slips down to run over Jacob's hip and skim his inner thigh.
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Date: 2025-02-25 09:13 pm (UTC)He sits back, unable to help the way he leans into that touch, eager for him.
"Yeah? What do you want?"
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Date: 2025-02-25 09:15 pm (UTC)"Lay back," Astarion purrs, and kisses his mouth before starting to trail his lips down Jacob's throat and chest, his intentions perfectly clear. His hands settle gently on his lover's hips.
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Date: 2025-02-25 09:30 pm (UTC)He leans back, settling on the pillows, reaching up to brush any blood from his neck.
He's halfway down before he realizes that, for the first time, Astarion went first.
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Date: 2025-02-25 09:33 pm (UTC)Astarion is very much aware of that himself. It feels...new? Nice. Indulgent. And it makes it easier to focus on Jacob's pleasure, now, when he's feeling so beautifully unwound.
"You look so lovely from every angle," he breathes, and then takes him into his mouth without any further warning, letting him sink in deep.
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Date: 2025-02-25 09:44 pm (UTC)Jacob settles on the pillows, groaning out a contented sort of sigh. He feels so good around him, his mouth hot and perfect, and his cheeks flush hot.
"Oh god...thats so good."
There's still an ache in his shoulder, a reminder, which he chooses to focus on.
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Date: 2025-02-25 09:49 pm (UTC)Astarion smiles around him, keeps his gaze fixed on his face and starts to move. The slick seal of his lips slides up and down Jacob's shaft as his tongue follows, flat against the underside of his cock, then teasing and stroking when he pauses here and there.
One hand clutches at Jacob's hip. The other strays down to fondle his sac, careful with the delicate skin.
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Date: 2025-02-25 11:09 pm (UTC)It goes without saying that Astarion is a master at this, but Jacob never seems to remember how good until it happens. He groans, reaching down to cup his face, to touch him, and he shudders.
He briefly wishes Rosita was here with them, enjoying this moment with them.
Or maybe he's just missed them a lot more than he thought. Sweat beads on his forehead as each touch, each move of his mouth, takes him closer and closer.
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