His eyes close now, head tipping back and hands shivering over Jacob's
hair. He slides his knees up and apart on easy reflex, giving him a better
angle to work with, opening himself right up.
Nothing about this has to be complicated. It can just be the escape of
pleasure, these moments of fleeting bliss.
He takes it slow, savoring each moment, drawing it out for Astarion's pleasure. He's spurred on by those gentle sighs and the hand in his hair, slipping another finger inside once he's full and relaxed.
Jacob indulges a moment longer, until he's absolutely desperate for some relief of his own. He sits up. "Good?" he murmurs, running his hand along his own, aching cock.
"Yeah me too," he says, moving with Astarion, guiding himself inside. He lowers himself onto his elbows, sinking in completely as a deep moan escapes him.
Astarion moans his satisfaction, wrapping his arms and legs around Jacob,
letting his body be opened up and plundered. It's good. Makes his mind go
blank, chases away the concerns of the day, lets him focus on this moment
and this moment alone.
He rocks into him, losing himself as he always does, focusing on the body beneath him and the way he feels. He mutters his name again and again, deliberately blocking out the rest of the world.
"Fuck," he breathes as his movements grow more foreful, urging more out of him.
Astarion moves with him, fingertips digging hard into his shoulders, toes
curling. His erection is trapped between their bodies, the friction making
him feel a little wild. The force is good, too, chasing away everything
that isn't the pure sensation of the moment.
He digs his toes into the bed, keeping him trapped, his hips snapping tight, drawing out each movement with a long sigh.
He presses his forehead against his collarbone, breathing out with each move, feeling the heat build up in his chest.
"Fuck. Fuck, you're so - " He doesn't get to complete the thought, all words leaving him as he gets more erratic. He pushes himself up enough to kiss him as he finishes with a moan.
Astarion clings onto him, feeling the way he stiffens and surges into his
body, kissing him through it.
"Ah-"
He finally manages to unclench one hand from around Jacob's shoulder to
reach down between their body, stroking himself so fast and hard that it
borders on uncomfortable.
It doesn't take much. Within a few moments he feel the tension in his body
shrink to a single point at his core and then suddenly unravel in a dense
wave of relief. His mind empties. The world disappears.
"Why this time? Why are you leaving now and not before?"
He moves, trying to meet his face. "It - doesn't have to be like this. It wasn't the last goddamn time." When they showered. When he slept. When there was nothing but actual feeling.
"I don't get it. When am I your friend and when am I just a good fuck?"
Astarion keeps moving, slipping his feet over the edge of the bed.
Well. This is done, isn't it? It's his fault, again, just like with
John. You let these things go too far, once or twice, and you can't pull
it back. Not really. He should have known better. It was already too
much when Jacob was killed just to make a point. The pleasure, the simple
escape, it gets mixed up with these more complex things and he can't...
He can't.
"I don't sleep with my friends," he says. "Last time was - a mistake."
"Yeah, well I ain't last time," he says with a frown. He stands up, following him, not physically stopping him but trying to get him to at least look at him. "But if you have to choose, then forget the fucking and just be my goddamn friend, Astarion."
Astarion looks at him, finally, and there's the briefest flicker of
something vulnerable - surprise, confusion. He's being told to choose
between the friendship and the benefits, and that's the choice Jacob
wants from him? The part he's bad at, the part where he's offering Jacob
essentially nothing? Why?
"...Fine."
He gets up off the bed and grabs his clothes so he can dress.
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"Ah..."
His eyes close now, head tipping back and hands shivering over Jacob's hair. He slides his knees up and apart on easy reflex, giving him a better angle to work with, opening himself right up.
Nothing about this has to be complicated. It can just be the escape of pleasure, these moments of fleeting bliss.
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Jacob indulges a moment longer, until he's absolutely desperate for some relief of his own. He sits up. "Good?" he murmurs, running his hand along his own, aching cock.
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"It'll be better when you're inside me," Astarion murmurs, and hooks a leg over his hip to pull him closer. "Come here, darling."
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Astarion moans his satisfaction, wrapping his arms and legs around Jacob, letting his body be opened up and plundered. It's good. Makes his mind go blank, chases away the concerns of the day, lets him focus on this moment and this moment alone.
"Yes..."
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"Fuck," he breathes as his movements grow more foreful, urging more out of him.
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Astarion moves with him, fingertips digging hard into his shoulders, toes curling. His erection is trapped between their bodies, the friction making him feel a little wild. The force is good, too, chasing away everything that isn't the pure sensation of the moment.
"More," he gasps. "I won't break-"
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He presses his forehead against his collarbone, breathing out with each move, feeling the heat build up in his chest.
"Fuck. Fuck, you're so - " He doesn't get to complete the thought, all words leaving him as he gets more erratic. He pushes himself up enough to kiss him as he finishes with a moan.
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Astarion clings onto him, feeling the way he stiffens and surges into his body, kissing him through it.
"Ah-"
He finally manages to unclench one hand from around Jacob's shoulder to reach down between their body, stroking himself so fast and hard that it borders on uncomfortable.
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He looks so fucking good underneath him, so open. And Jacob wants nothing more than to worship him in this moment.
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It doesn't take much. Within a few moments he feel the tension in his body shrink to a single point at his core and then suddenly unravel in a dense wave of relief. His mind empties. The world disappears.
For a few moments, he just drifts.
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He shudders as he pulls away, moving off of him to lie to the side.
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Astarion shivers again as Jacob withdraws, arching languidly and then relaxing.
"Feeling warmed up, darling?"
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He drapes his arm across his stomach as he turns to face him.
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"Mostly. No longer quite the chill of the grave," he teases, and leans in for a fleeting brush of a kiss.
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He spreads his fingers along Astarion's chest. "You can get warmer, if you want. I got plenty of that to spare."
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"I know." Another kiss, and then he sits up, stretching. "But I'll be going back to my coffin to rest, darling."
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Except it isn't.
"Hey," he mutters, running a hand down his face. "Astarion...stay here. I don't want you to go."
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Astarion doesn't flinch, but it's a close thing.
"...Yes, well. I do," he says, without looking back at him. "Fortunately, that's an impasse we can resolve by me leaving."
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He moves, trying to meet his face. "It - doesn't have to be like this. It wasn't the last goddamn time." When they showered. When he slept. When there was nothing but actual feeling.
"I don't get it. When am I your friend and when am I just a good fuck?"
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Astarion keeps moving, slipping his feet over the edge of the bed.
Well. This is done, isn't it? It's his fault, again, just like with John. You let these things go too far, once or twice, and you can't pull it back. Not really. He should have known better. It was already too much when Jacob was killed just to make a point. The pleasure, the simple escape, it gets mixed up with these more complex things and he can't...
He can't.
"I don't sleep with my friends," he says. "Last time was - a mistake."
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Astarion looks at him, finally, and there's the briefest flicker of something vulnerable - surprise, confusion. He's being told to choose between the friendship and the benefits, and that's the choice Jacob wants from him? The part he's bad at, the part where he's offering Jacob essentially nothing? Why?
"...Fine."
He gets up off the bed and grabs his clothes so he can dress.
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He throws on his pants and sits at the edge of his bed, listening to him move around in the darkness.
"You're such a dick sometimes, but - you're the best fucking friend I have here. So don't do - this - shit, huh?"
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Astarion lets out a half-manic little giggle.
"You should really get out more, darling."
Too revealing. Maybe he's just tired.
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