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He doesn't leave her wanting for long, sliding his cock against her before pushing inside her warmth with a groan.
"No, make him moan louder."
Astarion is more than happy to weave his fingers through her hair, not pulling or steering - he hates that himself, unless he's given clear permission - but just rubbing slow little circles into her scalp.
"Feel good?" he breathes, able to see the moment Jacob sinks into her. It's a wonderful view.
I thought we could work on one and figure out what we're doing for him.
Oh - Hells, I never even thought to ask him.
Yes, I'd like that. Would someone let us in between shifts so we've some peace and quiet?
[It's Jesus. The hookup is Jesus.]
Never thought to ask him what?
When his birthday is. Or his favourite food, actually. They're - ugh, they aren't things I think about much for myself, so I don't...
I really ought to be better at this.
...want to.
For you and Jacob, at least. I'm not baking for anybody else.
And Jacob and I know we're all going through a lot of firsts. We're all figuring it out.
...Thank you.
We could just stay behind after our shift, then?
And, obviously, don't tell Jacob. I still need an out if I can't work out a decent pie crust.
I shan't utter a syllable. And cold dead hands are excellent for working with pastry, I've heard.
See you soon.
The lunch shift is unremarkable. After the others have left to do whatever it is they do all day, the two of them are left behind. The kitchens feel rather cavernous and silent with just the two of them present to cook and nobody there to eat.
"I'm assuming you have a recipe?"
"And we're gonna have to phone in the ice cream part this time. Harder, though: what else are we doing? Party's off the table."
"Something quiet," Astarion agrees. "The festival was...quite intense. We could pick out some wilderness in the Enclosure? Do something extremely unglamourous. Maybe ask if for some of those creatures he likes watching," he adds dryly.
Then she laughs and looks up. "You'd be okay on a river barge, catching huge fish?"
Astarion considers this, maybe more seriously than Rosita's looking for, then says:
"I like seeing Jacob happy."
"Me too. And fish isn't the worst thing I've smelled like in my life." It's good he's taking it seriously, though: "... maybe we can make it a luxury river barge."
"Absolutely not," Astarion laughs. "I saw him cringing at just saying the word 'glamping'. I don't mind roughing it on occasion if you don't, damia."
Which is good, but she doesn't give it up that easily.
"The good news is we can change it if we want to - maybe after a few hours of his ass going numb sitting on a wooden deck, he wouldn't mind a seat with a cushion. Unnecessary, really."
Astarion chuckles.
"I'm not against the idea, but - it's his birthday, so it ought to be his decision, mm? As you say, we can make adjustments as needed."
You make it through alright?
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