weaponwithoutpurpose

weaponwithoutpurpose

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From:

sixfeetofdirt

Arousal comes effortlessly, every intrusive thought washed away by the influence he's under and the sweet weight of Jacob's hand.

"Thank you-"

He bites without further hesitation, moaning and writhing at the taste of blood on his tongue. There's a richness to it, a complexity of flavour like the finest wine, clear on his palate in a way he's never experienced before.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

Jacob's gasp turns to a moan as the sharp pain eventually fades into something else entirely.

He strokes him delicately through it, wanting to fill him with touch, with arousal and attention.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

Astarion rolls his hips against Jacob's touch, encouraging more pressure, more friction, just - more. Even with his eyes closed, his vision glitters with each sweet mouthful of blood. He can hear Jacob's heartbeat like it's a drum.

For once, he's uninhibited enough that he'll really need his lover to put the brakes on.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

He hadn't expected that, but this isn't his first or his second bite. He knows how long it should last and how it should feel. So when it goes longer...a heartbeat...a second...he leans into him and takes his hand from him to place against his chest.

"Baby, that's enough," he tells him firmly.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

Astarion, at least, listens. He drags his mouth away with a gasp, tongue running over his bloody teeth.

"Baby," he echoes, with a little giggle. He's even more buoyed up now, blood-drunk and delighted. "I like that."

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

He pulls back, his hand over his neck, and laughs at it. "God, you're hot when you look like this," he mutters and leans down to kiss him, to taste his own blood on his mouth.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

He kisses Jacob deep and needy, his hands all over Jacob's body - running from his hair to his shoulders and all the way down his back, stroking over his hips and thighs. He's touching him like he wants to carve the shape of his body into his memory.

"Like what?" he asks, but he's kissing him again instead of giving him a chance to answer.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

He can't really answer, but he doesn't need to. He slides atop him fully, and though he's still fully clothed, his own desire is obvious. But he's not acting on his own selfish wants. He just keeps a hand between them, stroking him again as he returns the kiss into his own breathlessness.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

Astarion makes a soft, needy sound and pushes up against his touch. Being dressed from the waist down is starting to feel like torture.

"I want my skin on your skin," he breathes. "I want you warming me up - please."

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

"Yes, sir," he mutters with an anticipatory shudder. He sits back and slides his hands under Astarion's waistband, tugging them down past his hips as best he can.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

Astarion squirms as best he can to help him out, his pearl skin flushed with arousal and hypersensitive to Jacob's touch. Feeding doesn't usually make him feel much other than just generally better, but right now he's floating on it. He can feel every individual little hair on the back of Jacob's fingers as they drag against his thighs.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

Jacob strips him completely and manages to get his own shirt off before the waiting is too much and he leans down to bite and suck along his throat. He unzips his jeans and frees his cock, hips grinding against Astarion's.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

Astarion whines at the friction, at the texture of denim against bare skin and the heat of Jacob's erection against his own.

"Want you to fuck me," he breathes, each word a half-moan. "Want you inside me."

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

"Yeah, " is all he can manage himself. The tent is warm and Jacob's forehead is beaded in sweat, but he can't feel it. All he can see is this beautiful creature underneath him, begging for him.

"Stay here with me," he murmurs as he kicks off his jeans after taking the small bottle from a loose pocket.

He presses two slick fingers inside of him and wraps his mouth around his cock. Astarion had essentially taught him how to do this right, and Jacob has never forgotten a lesson.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

"Jacob-!"

A violent tremor goes through him, and he just - comes, right away, his body wracked with shudders as he empties himself onto Jacob's tongue.

"Oh fuck. Fuck. Don't stop-"

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

Jacob swallows him down as best he can, with minimal drama, at least. He kisses the inside of his thigh, spreading his fingers apart.

"Fuck, baby, do that again and I'll marry you," he teases lightly.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

Astarion laughs, panting softly, body pressing down greedily to swallow Jacob's fingers deeper. He's not going soft, isn't aware of any refractory period making itself felt, just feels deeply and gloriously good. The shivery afterglow of orgasm and the slow build to climax, all at once.

"I do - mmm, I do look good in white," he chuckles.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

"You look good in everything," he responds and, once he's regained himself, he takes him into his mouth again. He's eager to be inside of him, but not eager enough to be impatient. He just wants to please him.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

"Flatterer - mm, Jacob." Astarion's hands reach down for Jacob's hair, stroking through it restlessly, fingers trembling. "You're so warm, I - oh -"

Any further commentary is just lost in a series of low, breathy moans. Two steps to the left of sobriety, it's easier than ever to just...let himself be indulged.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

He moves into the hands in his hair, moaning even as he takes him down as deeply as he dares. His tongue plays against the sharp taste of his first orgasm, and Jacob can't help a bit of a filthy moan at the memory of it. Fingers curl slightly inside of him, fucking him with shallow movements until he can't handle it anymore. He pulls away with a gasp of air and gently pushes Astarion's knees apart.

"You alright?"

From:

sixfeetofdirt

"I'll be much better soon, love." He spreads his knees wider, pulling them up, not caring even a bit what an exhibition he's making of himself. "Need you."

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

He looks - fantastic. Jacob takes a moment to simply admire him like this, shameless and hot, before he guides his cock inside of him. He's so hot, so tight, and Jacob grips the sleeping bag underneath him with one hand.

From:

sixfeetofdirt

Astarion moans, loudly, wrapping his legs around Jacob's waist and reaching up to clutch at his arms - and he's coming again, untouched, just for the sensation of being filled up and stretched open.

It's dancing on the knife edge of being too much now and he's panting softly, fingertips digging into Jacob's skin.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

Jacob rocks into him, kissing along the side of his face as he comes undone again. "Fuck," he murmurs, hearing that small change in his breath and burying his face in his neck. Jacob isn't going to push.

He stills inside of him, just barely moving. "You want me to stop?" he murmurs, but he's listening for what's between the words.