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.
"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."
"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?"
"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.
Astarion lightly drums his fingertips on the mattress to bring her over to
his other side, sandwiching himself between the two warm-blooded mammals.
"I...never really thought about it that way," he remarks. Not really
surprising, given that his own sense of 'usefulness' has always arisen from
being made use of.
And Jacob's has been ensuring that he has some value to other people and to himself. He moves closer to Astarion, though he uses the proximity to pet Aylin over him.
"Useful is a goddamn tricky word," he admits. "Don't know if it is useful, but I feel useful, so - maybe it doesn't matter."
"You are," Astarion says. "I mean - don't get me wrong, I'd adore you even
if you were utterly bereft of ideas, but - it does feel good, having
someone close by who's thinking of the future. I just...I always thought of
planning types as people who make use of others. Not in a bad way,
necessarily, just..."
He's struggling to put his thoughts into words, now.
"I've always seen people as the users or the used. But it...might be more
complicated than that, mm?"
"Maybe that's better. Much harder to navigate, mind you," he scoffs,
"but...better."
Maybe if he can allow himself to be strong some ways and weak in others, to
be user and used at once, and not live in a constant state of hating
himself for not being an apex predator in all things, perhaps existing
might feel...more bearable?
"Better," he says. "A little - easier to imagine, at least. One of the first conversations Norton had with me was what strength was. And if he was strong. I told him no, but - that wasn't the truth."
He breathes out. "In that nightmare world, I saved him. I didn't do it because I thought he was weak, I did it because I thought - that he was necessary. And needed. And strong in ways that I'm not." It's when he first started thinking about these things in a less simplistic way.
"...perhaps that's why I was never going to see eye to eye with John,"
Astarion says, thoughtfully. "He was...is...one of the most powerful
entities on the ship. Impossibly ancient. Capable of things I can't even
imagine. I was never going to feel anything but weak, with him.
Worthless."
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Date: 2025-02-25 11:41 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2025-02-26 12:00 am (UTC)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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Date: 2025-02-26 12:11 am (UTC)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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Date: 2025-02-26 12:55 am (UTC)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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Date: 2025-02-26 11:12 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2025-02-26 02:25 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2025-02-26 02:41 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2025-02-26 03:07 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2025-02-26 03:44 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2025-02-26 03:52 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2025-02-26 03:59 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2025-02-26 05:16 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2025-02-26 05:17 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2025-02-26 05:25 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2025-02-26 05:27 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2025-02-26 06:45 pm (UTC)"Look at us. Deciding to talk about shit. Ro would be proud."
He presses a kiss to his temple. "Talk to her first. Then we can all talk together."
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Date: 2025-02-26 07:14 pm (UTC)Astarion nods an agreement.
"Very glad you're here to make the plans," he murmurs, "it's not my strong suit."
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Date: 2025-02-27 01:53 am (UTC)He breathes out. "Makes me feel useful, too." He automatically moves over when he feels Aylin jump on the bed.
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Date: 2025-02-27 05:07 pm (UTC)Astarion lightly drums his fingertips on the mattress to bring her over to his other side, sandwiching himself between the two warm-blooded mammals.
"I...never really thought about it that way," he remarks. Not really surprising, given that his own sense of 'usefulness' has always arisen from being made use of.
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Date: 2025-02-27 06:00 pm (UTC)"Useful is a goddamn tricky word," he admits. "Don't know if it is useful, but I feel useful, so - maybe it doesn't matter."
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Date: 2025-02-27 06:25 pm (UTC)"You are," Astarion says. "I mean - don't get me wrong, I'd adore you even if you were utterly bereft of ideas, but - it does feel good, having someone close by who's thinking of the future. I just...I always thought of planning types as people who make use of others. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just..."
He's struggling to put his thoughts into words, now.
"I've always seen people as the users or the used. But it...might be more complicated than that, mm?"
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Date: 2025-02-27 06:29 pm (UTC)"I called it strong and weak," he admits. "But - " And he pauses there, because it really isn't any different.
"It's a lot more fucking complicated than that."
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Date: 2025-02-27 06:34 pm (UTC)"Maybe that's better. Much harder to navigate, mind you," he scoffs, "but...better."
Maybe if he can allow himself to be strong some ways and weak in others, to be user and used at once, and not live in a constant state of hating himself for not being an apex predator in all things, perhaps existing might feel...more bearable?
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Date: 2025-02-27 07:10 pm (UTC)He breathes out. "In that nightmare world, I saved him. I didn't do it because I thought he was weak, I did it because I thought - that he was necessary. And needed. And strong in ways that I'm not." It's when he first started thinking about these things in a less simplistic way.
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Date: 2025-02-27 07:16 pm (UTC)"...perhaps that's why I was never going to see eye to eye with John," Astarion says, thoughtfully. "He was...is...one of the most powerful entities on the ship. Impossibly ancient. Capable of things I can't even imagine. I was never going to feel anything but weak, with him. Worthless."
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