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.
"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."
"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."
Astarion gives him a sly little smile as they part from that kiss.
"Not even if Rosita asked very nicely?"
That smile is becoming positively wicked, at this point.
"Is that something that's crossed your mind, mm?"
"She is, and he can," Astarion agrees. "And - who knows. We aren't 'whatever' now, but...things can change."
"It's hard not to think about you...pleasantly trapped, between my body and hers," Astarion admits, looking his way. "Men can dream, mm?"
"Apologies," he chuckles. "Will you stay here tonight? For the good of your recovery, of course."
"If you want." He reaches for the edge of the blanket to pull up over them. "Though I'm sure you'll be fine. I don't think I manhandled you too terribly."
Astarion makes a wounded little sound.
"Jacob. Have I ever so much as insinuated that you've fucked a bad back into me?"
"I'm very resilient, yes."
He reaches for the light switch.
"I do just complain for the pleasure of it."
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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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"She is, and he can," Astarion agrees. "And - who knows. We aren't 'whatever' now, but...things can change."
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He turns towards him, his hips and ass sore but in the best, best way. His hand rests lightly on Astarion's stomach, his fingers grazing his skin.
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"It's hard not to think about you...pleasantly trapped, between my body and hers," Astarion admits, looking his way. "Men can dream, mm?"
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He's been wholly uninterested in anyone else but the two of them. Not since the other ship, especially. So together....
He turns and kisses him again. "Don't get me fucking started again. I'm too sore."
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"Apologies," he chuckles. "Will you stay here tonight? For the good of your recovery, of course."
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"If you want." He reaches for the edge of the blanket to pull up over them. "Though I'm sure you'll be fine. I don't think I manhandled you too terribly."
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"Hey, you're not the only one who gets to bitch."
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Astarion makes a wounded little sound.
"Jacob. Have I ever so much as insinuated that you've fucked a bad back into me?"
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"I'm very resilient, yes."
He reaches for the light switch.
"I do just complain for the pleasure of it."
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"I know. Keep doing it." A long pause and then: "Good night."