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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He flips him off.]

You get one more question today.

[pharadyne]

What happens if I ask more than one question?

Wait, that's not my question.

If I ask really nicely, will you stop physically assaulting people for being mouthy?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He leans forward, grinning a little.]

I'll consider it. What do I get in return?

[pharadyne]

Another blowjob? Bottle of my best booze?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He considers that for a moment, how this whole deal makes him feel like shit, even if he was the one to propose it. But as long as he's backed himself into a corner, he's not going to relent.]

That first one. I'll take that.

[Momentary oblivion for keeping his hands to himself. Seems a fair deal.]

[pharadyne]

Right-o. [It's a good bargain, Norton thinks. Maybe cut down on the violence and costs him nothing he's not perfectly willing to give. He gets down on his knees in front of Jacob.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He slides his fingers through his hair, tangling them at the nape of his neck to keep him still for a moment.]

Kiss me first?

[He at least tries to make it sound like a question.]

[pharadyne]

Oo, foreplay. [Norton grins and, with his hands on Jacob's knees, pushes himself up to crawl onto Jacob's lap. Once he's settled there, he leans in to kiss Jacob slow and leisurely.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Shut up.

[But there's no real bite to it. He drapes an arm lazily around his waist, drawing him close when they kiss. Even this small bit of control does wonders.]

[pharadyne]

[Norton lets Jacob guide the tempo, decide how long the kiss will last. This is a reward so it can be whatever Jacob would like. Not that Norton isn't enjoying himself, too, he absolutely is, and the front of his trousers is starting to show it.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He closes his eyes against the kiss, pulling him closer into his lap. He indulges in it for a moment before he pulls back and slides a hand up to cup Norton's chin.]

Alright, alright. Enough of that. Back on your knees.

[Or he might let his imagination get away with him.]

[pharadyne]

[Norton caresses Jacob's cheek and down along his jaw where the beard prickles against his palm.]

Reached your quota of romance, darling?

[He slips off Jacob's lap and on his knees again in front of him.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Fake romance. None of this is real.

[He automatically moves his hips forward, undoing the button and zip on his jeans.]

This part is, at least.

[pharadyne]

Is there any other kind of romance?

[Norton reaches into Jacob's pants to expose his cock and then leans in to take the head in his mouth.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He settles back, clearing his throat.]

Good point.

I got something here that might be. [He sighs, draping his fingers in Norton's hair. Maybe it's the kiss, maybe it's the fact that he's feeling better, or maybe something as simple as feeling more vulnerable this way, but he can at least talk at him without feeling a wall come up. For a man who has only known intimacy through violence, a blow job from his warden seems to feel the same.]

Got something that feels like it could be real. She's with - someone else and it feels better that way.

[pharadyne]

[Norton pulls back just long enough to ask:]

Who's the lucky lady?

[He doesn't wait for an answer before resuming, relaxing his throat to take all of him in. Jacob can talk even if Norton's mouth is busy. And asking a man about his girlfriend while he's going down on him doesn't strike Norton as even a bit odd.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Maybe in another world, he would think this odd. But this is where he's at and what he has. He can feel each movement taking him apart, piece by piece.]

Laura. Kay's girl. Sweeney's girl. Great legs. Short temper. A great fuck. Mouth - like a sailor.

Been training her dog.

[pharadyne]

[Norton hums in acknowledgement at Jacob's description, encouraging him to keep talking if he wants to. It has the additional benefit of adding some vibration. Norton knows about Laura although he hasn't interacted with her much. He's not surprised she and Jacob get along.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He twists his fingers in Norton's hair, giving him an appreciative groan.]

There's Astarion, too. Even if he has a dick.

Who knew I'd get so much ass in fucking - purgatory? [He shifts, slightly rocking his hips against him.]

Fuck.

[pharadyne]

If you want my arse too you only need to ask. [Norton pulls off to quip quickly and then resumes where he left off, moving a little faster now.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Next time.

[He's already too lost in this moment here to comment, fingers tangling tightly in his hair. A gasp, a soft tug, is his only warning as he draws closer, and he loses himself completely with a shudder.]

[pharadyne]

[Norton makes a small noise of acknowledgement at the tug on his hair, but doesn't pull away. Tempted as he is to let Jacob come on his face, it would be messy. This is tidier.

So he swallows as Jacob finishes and then slowly draws away and sits back on his heels with a bit of pride at a (blow) job well done.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Jacob sits back, breathing slow, letting the moment last for as long as allowed. He comes back to himself, adjusting his jeans, and smoothes out the tangles in Norton's hair.]

You're a good warden. But I think you're cheating.

[pharadyne]

Cheating? How so? We're bonding. [He gestures between them.] Building trust. I assume you trust me at least a little bit because putting your cock between the teeth of someone you don't trust at all is a bad idea.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He snorts.]

True. And I do trust you. And I respect you, in my own fucking way.

Just don't want to talk to you about shit.