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[sixfeetofdirt]

"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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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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"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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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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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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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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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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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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The thought has occurred to Astarion as well. He's never really had sexual fantasies before Jacob and Rosita, but he can almost feel her hands on him, her warmth alongside Jacob's.

He bobs his head faster, focusing more and more at the hot, sensitive tip, letting himself be messy and eager.

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Jacob grips the bedsheets tightly, feeling his peak. He pants out Astarion's name, so close now in a way that's become so familiar.

He grips his hair, fingers twisted in his waves as Jacob lets himself go, spilling himself in short, erratic thrusts into his mouth.

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Astarion moans around Jacob, his nails digging into his thigh as he drinks him down. It's good, it's different to be able to focus on his pleasure like this. No impatience, just satiation and desire.

He lifts his head just enough to lick him clean, casting up a satisfied little smile.

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Jacob shudders until he's spent, letting his hand drop and closing his eyes.

"Oh god," he breathes. "Come here"

He gestures weakly for Astarion to join him.

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He hums his assent and crawls up to lie alongside Jacob, all but wrapping himself around the other man.

"...Thank you," he murmurs, nuzzling at his shoulder.

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"Don't thank me," he mutters with a smile. "I got as much out of it as you."

He pulls the blankets over them both and wraps himself around Astarion. One hand goes to his neck again. "Am I still bleeding?"

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"Mm, you will be if you keep messing with them - let me see?"

He gently reaches for Jacob's hand to move it aside.

"...No. No, it's stopped. You're fine."

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He takes the opportunity to kiss him. "I dont want to bleed on your damn pillows. That's all."

He wraps his arms around him again.

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"Jacob, I wouldn't care a bit if I had to spend hours on painstaking cold-water soaks," Astarion reassures him. "Stay the night? You're safe from errant footwear in here, I promise."

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"I'll stay, don't worry. But we gotta go find Ro soon. I scared the shit out of her earlier, I think. Pointed a gun at her and everything."

He groans.

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"Hells," Astarion murmurs. "Yes, I should think that needs following up on. Maybe give her a chance to catch her breath."

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"Yeah. This shit fucks people up. We can go find her when this is done. Shouldn't be much longer," he predicts. "Already been days of it."

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"Mmm. And I - want to tell her what I told you," he says quietly. "It's true of her as well, and...I want her to know."

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He holds him a little tighter. "Good. She deserves to know that. She just heard it from me, but - I don't think it was a surprise."

He closes his eyes. "Might be something you tell her on your own, though. Unless you need me to hold your hand," he adds in a soft tease.

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Astarion pulls a face and pinches his hip.

"Absolutely not," he sniffs - but then immediately softens. "Though I'm glad you told her. I don't want her to feel as if it's - the two of us plus her, rather than the three of us. You know?"

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He squirms at that, laughing.

"Yeah. She - god, I miss all being together." The sex is mind blowing, but he feels complete with them together.

"Not that this is terrible," he adds with a deep laugh.

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"Well, we could - talk about that," he proposes carefully. "Being together more often."

Maybe it'll help him feel less of the nameless, creeping sickness he feels when he isn't with them, like he's waiting to be disposed of at any moment - which he feels when he is with them too, but to a far lesser extent.