TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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[sixfeetofdirt]

"...I see. Well, thank you, on her behalf."

Aylin is already up and meowing at the strange, soft object which vaguely resembles her current bed.

[greatoldjohn]

Don't worry, Astarion. Someone's just spoiling the grandchild.

"You're welcome," and he's happy to see her interest. He tips his head towards the bed.

"Everything going all right otherwise, before we get started?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Everything's fine. Still not quite so monotonous that I resent having missed the breach."

He's mentioning the Jacob situation over his colder, deader body.

[greatoldjohn]

John has no idea and will continue to have no idea. This is just how things go.

"I don't remember much of it now. I mean, if I want to be a fox, I'd just be a fox. The whole thing was... weird."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"That's the general impression I've been getting."

He hesitates a moment.

"...Speaking of 'just being' some other creature, I'd like you to ask the Admiral for something on my behalf, on the understanding that it would be a gift for a third party."

[greatoldjohn]

That has him perking up.

"Sure," he says immediately. "What do you need?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"An amulet - the Corvid Token," Astarion says. "A trinket we came across back home. It bestows the ability to polymorph the wearer into a raven."

[greatoldjohn]

"Does it do anything else?"

He holds up both hands.

"That's not no. I just don't want to get surprised by anything."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Ah - Feather Fall, I believe. The slow-falling spell I showed you in the Enclosure. But that's all."

[greatoldjohn]

A quick nod.

"I'll put in the request after the movie." A pause. "And nothing for you?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"No, thank you."

He reaches out to get the movie cued up and ready to go.

[harderdaddy]

"Mmmm," Angel presses slow wet kisses along his throat, sharp teeth grazing over flesh and stroking him to match that scenario Astarion is describing.

"I've seen how talented that lovely tongue is. Taking me apart~ And once m'good an' ready for ya?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I'd take you slowly," Astarion murmurs, tilting his head to give Angel the white expanse of his throat - unmarked but for two ragged punctures. "However you prefer to be taken, below me or on top of me - what do you like better?"

[harderdaddy]

A second hand joins the first, fingers tracing and delicately toying with his head, while the other still moved nice and slow. His grip shifted, mimicking the drag of a body with fluctuating pressure.

He licks over that scar gently. "Below, if I've been quivering all that time~" There's a teasing smirk, and then an honest answer. "...I like it best below, but where we're face ta face. Not the sort of answer a porn star's supposed ta have."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion shudders at the touch, the doubling of sensation, the care taken to simulate the experience he's narrating.

"Then I'll have you like nobody's watching, darling. I'll wrap your legs around my waist and hide your body under mine, fuck you until you're trembling."

[harderdaddy]

Another benifit of so many hands, there's plenty more to skim over sensitive area, up along ribs to tease at a pretty nipple, and down to fondle his balls, his own breathe shaking as he sighs.

"Might be trembling all ready, you paint a tempting fuckin' picture. Would you make me wait? Long and slow but lot allowed until you're ready? Or you wanna see how many times I can go in a row before I'm begging?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"That - mm, that depends on you." His voice is getting a little lower now, more laboured. Precome is leaking onto Angel's clever fingers as he moves restlessly, thrusting into his grip. "I look at you and want to indulge you. Want you to have everything you want."

He knows that's probably kind of alarming for someone like Angel. Gods know that he himself immediately defaults to trying to be what his lover wants, that he barely even knows what he enjoys in bed beyond the simplest acts of pleasure. But it's true.

[harderdaddy]

His hands keep working, smearing that precome with his thumb, and picking up the pace but his words drop off for a beat, not sure how to take that. It's just sex talk, Angel reasons. People have promised all sorts of things and played all sorts of roles in his bed, occasionally treating him like a real lover. Albeit one that will sit there and take the degradation that follows.

Or it's just two whores both stuck in their roles of pleasing.

"I want...you ta come on my tongue. Let me taste you, Beautiful," he encourages, switching from the fantasy to the present to avoid the fear that put in him. And he moves to lower his face and part his lips, tongue presenting a pretty target for him while he switches to stroking him with his upper pair of arms.

[sixfeetofdirt]

It's such a lurid, visual thing to ask for, such a pornographic way to present himself - Astarion knows that it's a default to something familiar, regardless of whether he finds it unpleasant. But it's undeniably stimulating, appealing to some animal part of him which is just chasing bliss. He can only gasp a warning and curl his hands tight in the sheets before he comes.

[harderdaddy]

The eager sound Angel made as Astarion spills over his tongue is more genuine than not, he does enjoy this part. It's linked in his mind with where either praise or degradation will follow, and he finds a sort of comfort in them both- knowing what to expect.

He pumps Astarion through like he wants every drop he can get, holding the cum on his tongue and eyes trained on the elf before he swallows it down. Angel gives the oversensitive head a soft lick, releasing him with a coy grin, head ducking.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion lets out a final shivering moan, the trace of overstimulation making his toes curl and his thighs twitch as Angel wrings out the very last of his orgasm.

"...Gods. Come here and kiss me, darling?"

[harderdaddy]

There's a soft laugh, and Angel happily moves to deliver a grateful series of kisses. "This way ain't so bad..." he teases, no one buying the other's time, each free to say yes or no as they please. It's unfamiliar still, but...nice, and he swears to fuck he's not going to get fucking emotional about it, at the very least not until he's alone.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I've found it has much to recommend it," Astarion agrees. "You're excellent company."

[harderdaddy]

"That mean you'd invite me back? 'Cause I'd like that. You were pretty damn good. Worth not gettin' paid even." And there's very few people he can think of that fit that category, and mosta them are giving him drugs. Which to be fair Astarion had done previously, but Angel isn't here to thank him for that.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"High praise," Astarion drawls, but he takes it in the spirit it was intended in. "Yes, I'd invite you back. I'd even respond favourably to an invitation of your own."