Astarion waits, trying not to make any desperate pleading noises, and he
feels in Jacob's body that the moment of uncertainty has passed - but he
still waits for him to say the word before sinking deeper. He all but
blankets his body over the human's, kissing his shoulders, soaking in the
warmth of his skin and the sound of his accelerated heartbeat.
At the pace he's going, it feels like it takes forever before his body
comes flush with Jacob's. He kisses his throat.
"Gods. Thank you - thank you for saying something. Still alright?"
There's a thrilling feeling of fucking success as he feels Astarion's cool skin against him and he reaches back with one hand to take his. "Yeah," he says in a breathless sort of laugh. "Yeah, I'm - fuck, it feels so good."
He didn't think that this would ever feel like satisfaction, but it does. Maybe it's just Astarion. Jacob knows he'll likely never figure out the answer to that. He can't imagine doing this with any other man, and that's a thought that doesn't terrify him.
"You feel wonderful" Astarion purrs, squeezing Jacob's hand gently. "I
couldn't ask for more."
He rolls his hips fractionally, not doing much more than grinding against
him at first, not moving in or out by now than an inch. Even that's enough
to make him groan, unrestrained.
He lets go of his hand, pressing the blankets underneath him. "Like this? ...yes. And no," he admits, biting back a moan. "You know you're so - goddamn beautiful? Like someone should - put you in a museum."
He takes a moment, rocking back into him in rhythm, raising his hips to meet him.
"You really shouldn't think so little of yourself," Astarion murmurs,
giving his shoulder a stinging little bite.
"I am very beautiful, and being put on a pedestal is the last thing I
want. What I want is - this," he punctuates the word with a deeper thrust
inside him. "You."
His gasp turns to a soft cry, sweat beading along his forehead along with a rush of pleasure as Astarion hits him just right. It sweeps through him like fire, leaving him desperate in the aftermath.
"Good. I want you with me," he mutters once he catches his breath.
"Just like this," Astarion echoes. This slow rhythm, the soft words, the
kisses he can't stop pressing to Jacob's skin - it feels like lovemaking,
and he doesn't want it to feel like anything else. Whatever this is, right
now, it's perfect.
He slips his hand under Jacob's body, curling it around his shaft and
giving him a slow stroke.
He knows exactly what this is and what it feels like and what he wants it to be. He's...happy here. This isn't chasing oblivion, as they started. This is them, together, aware and with it.
He raises his hips for him, digging his knees a little into the bed as leverage, and all his words and thoughts dissolve into moans as he just exists in this bed with Astarion, completely at his mercy.
"Jesus...I'm - mm - I'm so close..."
It's the only warning he can give as each thrust, each touch, builds and builds as a fire in his belly.
Astarion's voice is low, almost hoarse, as he fucks him harder. He barely
even needs to stroke him, just using the force of his thrusts to push
Jacob's cock into his fist. He can feel him throbbing against his fingers,
can hear his heart pounding.
He will get his wish. Even if Jacob wanted to stop himself, he can't. Each push into him, each thrust, sends him closer and closer to the edge. He calls out his name, begging for relief, and it comes with erratic thrusts into Astarion's hand until he's spent.
For all his softer, warmer feelings for Jacob, there's something sharp and
fiercely satisfying in the power that this gives him. Being begged,
hearing his name moaned in ecstasy, it's potent.
He rides out Jacob's orgasm, fucking him as his body spasms and clenches
around his cock, his own climax hitting just as he feels the last twitch of
Jacob's shaft against his palm.
Astarion fills him up and Jacob rocks back, happy enough to play this role. So Jacob, thoroughly spent and throughly fucked, pulls his arms in tight underneath his forehead and sinks down into the bed.
"Jesus fuck...that was good," he ultimately decides.
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Astarion waits, trying not to make any desperate pleading noises, and he feels in Jacob's body that the moment of uncertainty has passed - but he still waits for him to say the word before sinking deeper. He all but blankets his body over the human's, kissing his shoulders, soaking in the warmth of his skin and the sound of his accelerated heartbeat.
At the pace he's going, it feels like it takes forever before his body comes flush with Jacob's. He kisses his throat.
"Gods. Thank you - thank you for saying something. Still alright?"
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He didn't think that this would ever feel like satisfaction, but it does. Maybe it's just Astarion. Jacob knows he'll likely never figure out the answer to that. He can't imagine doing this with any other man, and that's a thought that doesn't terrify him.
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"You feel wonderful" Astarion purrs, squeezing Jacob's hand gently. "I couldn't ask for more."
He rolls his hips fractionally, not doing much more than grinding against him at first, not moving in or out by now than an inch. Even that's enough to make him groan, unrestrained.
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"You can move. I'm alright. I'll - tell you if it's not."
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"Thank you."
He pulls out a little more, pushes in a little deeper, slowly beginning to fuck him in earnest.
"Are you - mm - are you surprised that I want you so very badly? After everything I've said?"
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He takes a moment, rocking back into him in rhythm, raising his hips to meet him.
"Still amazing that you want me."
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"You really shouldn't think so little of yourself," Astarion murmurs, giving his shoulder a stinging little bite.
"I am very beautiful, and being put on a pedestal is the last thing I want. What I want is - this," he punctuates the word with a deeper thrust inside him. "You."
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"Good. I want you with me," he mutters once he catches his breath.
"Just - god, just like this."
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"Just like this," Astarion echoes. This slow rhythm, the soft words, the kisses he can't stop pressing to Jacob's skin - it feels like lovemaking, and he doesn't want it to feel like anything else. Whatever this is, right now, it's perfect.
He slips his hand under Jacob's body, curling it around his shaft and giving him a slow stroke.
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He raises his hips for him, digging his knees a little into the bed as leverage, and all his words and thoughts dissolve into moans as he just exists in this bed with Astarion, completely at his mercy.
"Jesus...I'm - mm - I'm so close..."
It's the only warning he can give as each thrust, each touch, builds and builds as a fire in his belly.
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"Good. Don't try to hold anything back, Jacob."
Astarion's voice is low, almost hoarse, as he fucks him harder. He barely even needs to stroke him, just using the force of his thrusts to push Jacob's cock into his fist. He can feel him throbbing against his fingers, can hear his heart pounding.
"I want to feel you come."
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For all his softer, warmer feelings for Jacob, there's something sharp and fiercely satisfying in the power that this gives him. Being begged, hearing his name moaned in ecstasy, it's potent.
He rides out Jacob's orgasm, fucking him as his body spasms and clenches around his cock, his own climax hitting just as he feels the last twitch of Jacob's shaft against his palm.
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"Jesus fuck...that was good," he ultimately decides.
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Astarion just moans a satisfied agreement, draping his body over Jacob's and letting himself relax.
"...Much more than good, Jacob."
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"Much more," he agrees, and as loathe as he is to part with him, he wants something else more. "Will you fucking kiss me now?"
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Astarion laughs softly against his shoulder.
"I didn't know you were so impatient for it."
He pulls out of him, slowly, and then shifts down to Jacob's side so he can draw in and kiss him soundly.
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He cradles the back of Astarion's head, returning the kiss, tasting him shamelessly.
"I - "
He falters, then decides on a different path. "I would do it again."
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"I'm glad I didn't sour your first such experience," he says, smiling, but then falters. "I - assume that was your first such experience."
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He turns onto his back, drawing his knees up. "Lucky you."
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"Lucky us," he agrees, rolling onto his side and cuddling up close.
"...Thank you," he adds, after a moment. "Not for the obvious, but for - trusting me."
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He turns for another kiss. "I'd only do that with you."
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Astarion gives him a sly little smile as they part from that kiss.
"Not even if Rosita asked very nicely?"
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That smile is becoming positively wicked, at this point.
"Is that something that's crossed your mind, mm?"
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