It's a familiar feeling, albeit one that he doesn't think he will ever get used to. At the first flash of pain, he grips his shirt in his fist, white knuckles tight in the cloth. "Goddamn," he breathes as the sharpness ebbs, and he raises up slightly against him.
Jacob had never been one to get off on being hurt, but there's something so delightful about Astarion's weight in his lap, the fine clothes against his calloused hands, and the sudden intense pain that makes him respond the same way a kiss would.
Maybe he's just been reinforced so well that he's conditioned himself as much as he did his own damn soldiers.
"Told you I had enough for you," he tells him with a breathless laugh.
Astarion chuckles, low and dark. He's still clinging to him, still close. Breathing in the scent of him, listening to his heart beating. There's a faint flush across his cheekbones, up to the points of his ears.
"Yeah, only for you," he says in a murmur, though his mind slips to his conversation with Saga and he sighs.
He doesn't pull away from him now, though his fingers are loose on his shirt now. "Least you out it to good use. You look good like that." And he gently flicks his thumb past his cheeks.
"I'm glad you think so. After all, it's your blood I'm flush with," he
murmurs, though he looks almost embarrassed to have it pointed out. "You're
looking very nice yourself."
"Oh? Victorious, I suppose? Virile?" Astarion adds, teasing. He tips his
head to give Jacob more of his throat, keeping his body plastered against
him.
He laughs, nipping small bites along his throat, pulling his collar back to gently mark his shoulder.
"Something like that."
He laughs, feeling bold. "You up for indulging me? You're so fucking gorgeous, I'll get on my goddamn knees for you. But I can always go take a cold shower." He laughs, brushing lips across his skin. "Think about nuns. Watch paint dry."
He feigns a pout for a moment, then slips off Jacob's lap and sits down
next to him - immediately leaning in close to kiss him again, as if he
can't help himself.
He returns the kiss, moving off of the bed to his knees. He hisses softly at the pain in his leg, but he's immediately back between Astarion's knees as the pain dulls.
His fingers slide up between his thighs before he opens his trousers.
He laughs, deep and breathless and just a little playful. "Yeah?" He coaxes his cock from his trousers, flicking his tongue I'm a tease against the tip before he takes him in deeper.
Of course he'd wait until Jacob can't respond to say the most absurd things, but he basks in it anyway. He takes his time at first, slow and indulgent, coaxing him to hardness with now-practiced movements.
He moans, deep in his throat, hands wandering inside his thighs again.
The sound, the vibration against sensitive skin, the touch of Jacob's hands
- it's a wonderful combination, and Astarion moans his pleasure as he opens
his thighs wider. Encouraging his lover to touch and explore as he pleases.
His hand curls into his hair just a little tighter, not exactly pulling,
just...anchoring himself a little.
"So good, Jacob," he sighs, his name low and laden with pleasure. "Don't
stop."
He's not sure why his name elicits such a strong reaction. The endearments don't do anything for him, but this - just his name - is intoxicating.
He is still far from perfect, but he takes orders so well. That one came loud and clear. He keeps doing exactly what he's been, tongue tasting along the underside of his cock, filling himself with it, fingers tightening against the muscles of his thigh. He can't help watching him move, another moan escaping at the tug on his hair.
Astarion moans again, louder this time, unrestrained and hungry. Impolite
as it is, he can't help but press his cock just a little deeper into
Jacob's mouth, claiming just a little more of him. He's so hot, so wet,
and he can't help himself.
"Will you make me come, Jacob? Get me off again while you're fuck me?"
That easy, immediate obedience is - wonderful. It hits him like a drug.
Astarion squeezes Jacob's hand in turn, arching and gasping as he gets a
little closer to the peak with every stroke of his tongue, every shift and
slide of his lips.
When he comes, it's on a deep moan of his name, shameless and loud.
Astarion slips off his own shirt just as easily and all but drags Jacob
back onto the bed, kissing him like he's starving for it, licking the salt
of his precome from his mouth. His hand slides down between the man's
thighs and cups him firmly, rubbing him through his clothes.
He's pulled atop him, straddling his hips. Astarion's hand finds him hard already, aching and desperate, and the touch alone makes him moan.
"Goddamn," he pants, moving to the side so he can slide his trousers off. Wearing only his necklaces, he returns to the kiss, unwilling to part for too long.
"I want to fuck you," he groans, pulling Astarion's trousers the rest of the way off. "I want you to feel so fucking good. I've been wanting you for days. Since the last time, you know."
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Astarion moans hoarsely against his skin. He can't help it: he gets a kick out of Jacob's pain, feels a thrill at the way his body responds.
He swallows a heady mouthful, and another, then draws back just enough to drag his tongue over the punctures.
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Maybe he's just been reinforced so well that he's conditioned himself as much as he did his own damn soldiers.
"Told you I had enough for you," he tells him with a breathless laugh.
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Astarion chuckles, low and dark. He's still clinging to him, still close. Breathing in the scent of him, listening to his heart beating. There's a faint flush across his cheekbones, up to the points of his ears.
"You're such a generous soul, Jacob."
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He doesn't pull away from him now, though his fingers are loose on his shirt now. "Least you out it to good use. You look good like that."
And he gently flicks his thumb past his cheeks.
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"I'm glad you think so. After all, it's your blood I'm flush with," he murmurs, though he looks almost embarrassed to have it pointed out. "You're looking very nice yourself."
'Bruised and rumpled' is good on him.
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He presses a kiss to his jaw. "Won't even fight you on that one. I feel like I did back home."
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"Oh? Victorious, I suppose? Virile?" Astarion adds, teasing. He tips his head to give Jacob more of his throat, keeping his body plastered against him.
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"Something like that."
He laughs, feeling bold. "You up for indulging me? You're so fucking gorgeous, I'll get on my goddamn knees for you. But I can always go take a cold shower." He laughs, brushing lips across his skin. "Think about nuns. Watch paint dry."
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Astarion shudders, his hands tightening for a moment on Jacob's shoulders.
"'Indulge you', he says. As if I'll be laying back and merely tolerating your presence in my bed."
Not something he's unaccustomed to!
"Maybe you could get on your knees and indulge me, mm?"
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"I suppose."
He feigns a pout for a moment, then slips off Jacob's lap and sits down next to him - immediately leaning in close to kiss him again, as if he can't help himself.
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His fingers slide up between his thighs before he opens his trousers.
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Astarion leans back a little, supporting himself on one hand as the other slips into Jacob's hair.
"You are a vision on your knees for me," he breathes.
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"Ah - gods, yes."
He can feel himself getting hard on Jacob's tongue, filling his mouth as he slowly rolls his hips.
"You're gorgeous from every angle, of course, but seeing you so...dedicated to my pleasure? Beautiful."
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He moans, deep in his throat, hands wandering inside his thighs again.
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The sound, the vibration against sensitive skin, the touch of Jacob's hands - it's a wonderful combination, and Astarion moans his pleasure as he opens his thighs wider. Encouraging his lover to touch and explore as he pleases. His hand curls into his hair just a little tighter, not exactly pulling, just...anchoring himself a little.
"So good, Jacob," he sighs, his name low and laden with pleasure. "Don't stop."
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He is still far from perfect, but he takes orders so well. That one came loud and clear. He keeps doing exactly what he's been, tongue tasting along the underside of his cock, filling himself with it, fingers tightening against the muscles of his thigh. He can't help watching him move, another moan escaping at the tug on his hair.
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Astarion moans again, louder this time, unrestrained and hungry. Impolite as it is, he can't help but press his cock just a little deeper into Jacob's mouth, claiming just a little more of him. He's so hot, so wet, and he can't help himself.
"Will you make me come, Jacob? Get me off again while you're fuck me?"
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He can't exactly answer aloud, but reaches out and grips his hand tightly.
He will do any goddamn thing he asks.
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That easy, immediate obedience is - wonderful. It hits him like a drug. Astarion squeezes Jacob's hand in turn, arching and gasping as he gets a little closer to the peak with every stroke of his tongue, every shift and slide of his lips.
When he comes, it's on a deep moan of his name, shameless and loud.
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He immediately shucks the shirt into the floor and sits up to kiss him.
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Astarion slips off his own shirt just as easily and all but drags Jacob back onto the bed, kissing him like he's starving for it, licking the salt of his precome from his mouth. His hand slides down between the man's thighs and cups him firmly, rubbing him through his clothes.
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"Goddamn," he pants, moving to the side so he can slide his trousers off. Wearing only his necklaces, he returns to the kiss, unwilling to part for too long.
"I want to fuck you," he groans, pulling Astarion's trousers the rest of the way off. "I want you to feel so fucking good. I've been wanting you for days. Since the last time, you know."
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