Astarion melts into it, wrapping his arms around him and opening his mouth
against Jacob's. He wants all of this, the taste and scent of him, his
blood still feeling warm in his core, his cock pressing deep into his body.
It's not making love. But it's definitely not just fucking, either, and
he's not going to let himself have any thoughts or feelings about that
whatsoever. He just wants this moment, this pleasure, all of it washing
through him.
For a while, all he can hear is the sound of his gasps, the rush of skin on skin, and the jangle of his dog tags between them. They are the only two creatures two exist in this moment, and he finds there's nothing more that he wants.
He finds his rhythm, enjoying hard and slow so he can enjoy every sensation as it sparks through him. Each kiss, each breath, and he's more and more aware of not himself, not Astarion, but how they are together. It's that thought that males him move harder against him, faster and more desperate.
He pushes himself up so he can take Astarion's cock in his hand, balancing himself on his other arm.
"Jacob," he doesn't think he's ever said someone's name so much in -
Hells, as long as he can remember. But he knows he likes to hear it, that
it has an effect on him, and he can't help but revel in that small measure
of power.
His cock throbs in his hand, the tip already wet, and each jolt of his hips
into Jacob's fist just pushes him down harder into his thrusts.
"Are you close? I want to feel you," he murmurs, low and filthy. "I want to
remember this for days-"
That voice, that voice in his ears and in his head, is enough to drive him crazy. He moves faster, harder, driving himself into him to chase the most pleasure he can get for them.
"Astarion, I- fuck, yes..."
He doesn't even know what he was going to say, or even that he was trying to say anything. He leans down to kiss him, moaning against his lips as he spills himself inside him.
Astarion shivers, toes curling, as he pushes one hand between their bodies
to curl around Jacob's fist, squeezing his cock tighter as he thrusts into
their combined grip. He's so fucking close.
He continues moving his hand, kissing him, not stopping as he nips at the corner of his mouth. "Fuck," he shudders. "You are so good, so fucking good..."
"I did. And now you've fucked me into such debilitating exhaustion that
it'll have to wait until tomorrow," Astarion hums, and huddles in closer,
putting an arm around him in kind.
Astarion doesn't tense up, but for a long moment he's just very still and
quiet. It is nice, but do they have to acknowledge that? Can't it just
be nice in a more abstract way?
(Ah, yes, because refusing to label things went so fucking well with John-)
"...it is," he murmurs. "It's very nice. I - didn't think I'd like it.
Resting with someone else."
He's testing those waters, those boundaries, and Astarion's silence tells him more than what he says. He squeezes him gently and brings him into a kiss.
"Yeah, and I didn't think I'd like sucking cock," he mutters with a soft laugh.
"You're good at telling me what to do." Jacob's trait of being hyperaware of nonverbal cues in order to avoid punishment translates very well to being very aware of what makes Astarion moan louder.
"But I don't sleep with - people with dicks." Men or elves or otherwise. "Not usually. Didn't think it was my regular - thing."
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Astarion melts into it, wrapping his arms around him and opening his mouth against Jacob's. He wants all of this, the taste and scent of him, his blood still feeling warm in his core, his cock pressing deep into his body.
It's not making love. But it's definitely not just fucking, either, and he's not going to let himself have any thoughts or feelings about that whatsoever. He just wants this moment, this pleasure, all of it washing through him.
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He finds his rhythm, enjoying hard and slow so he can enjoy every sensation as it sparks through him. Each kiss, each breath, and he's more and more aware of not himself, not Astarion, but how they are together. It's that thought that males him move harder against him, faster and more desperate.
He pushes himself up so he can take Astarion's cock in his hand, balancing himself on his other arm.
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"Jacob," he doesn't think he's ever said someone's name so much in - Hells, as long as he can remember. But he knows he likes to hear it, that it has an effect on him, and he can't help but revel in that small measure of power.
His cock throbs in his hand, the tip already wet, and each jolt of his hips into Jacob's fist just pushes him down harder into his thrusts.
"Are you close? I want to feel you," he murmurs, low and filthy. "I want to remember this for days-"
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That voice, that voice in his ears and in his head, is enough to drive him crazy. He moves faster, harder, driving himself into him to chase the most pleasure he can get for them.
"Astarion, I- fuck, yes..."
He doesn't even know what he was going to say, or even that he was trying to say anything. He leans down to kiss him, moaning against his lips as he spills himself inside him.
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Astarion shivers, toes curling, as he pushes one hand between their bodies to curl around Jacob's fist, squeezing his cock tighter as he thrusts into their combined grip. He's so fucking close.
"Jacob - darling, please-"
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The praise sinks into him like few words do, and he comes with a final convulsion and a helpless, almost humiliating whine.
Yes. He can be good, just for him, just for a moment.
His arms go slack, the tension in his limbs leaching out of him with each little aftershock shiver.
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"Jesus Christ...I don't think I'm moving for a week."
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"Your dog won't like that," Astarion murmurs, smiling against Jacob's shoulder.
"But you should stay the night, since you went to the trouble of deceiving your way in here."
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"Mm, and you said you'd fix my trousers," he mutters, lying down beside him so he can wrap an arm around his middle.
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"I did. And now you've fucked me into such debilitating exhaustion that it'll have to wait until tomorrow," Astarion hums, and huddles in closer, putting an arm around him in kind.
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He holds him close, exhausted but not yet ready for sleep. "This is - real nice, you know."
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Astarion doesn't tense up, but for a long moment he's just very still and quiet. It is nice, but do they have to acknowledge that? Can't it just be nice in a more abstract way?
(Ah, yes, because refusing to label things went so fucking well with John-)
"...it is," he murmurs. "It's very nice. I - didn't think I'd like it. Resting with someone else."
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"Yeah, and I didn't think I'd like sucking cock," he mutters with a soft laugh.
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"Well, I don't universally enjoy it," Astarion sniffs. "It does somewhat depend who the cock is attached to, you know."
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"Oh? Well, I hope you don't mind my saying I'm surprised," Astarion chuckles. "You didn't seem in the least bit rusty."
Honestly, the idea of avoiding fellatio for twenty full years of adulthood just seems completely surreal to him.
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"But I don't sleep with - people with dicks." Men or elves or otherwise. "Not usually. Didn't think it was my regular - thing."
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Astarion smiles balefully.
"I wondered for some time if I enjoyed sex at all. With anybody. It could be...difficult to tell, on occasion."
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"No fucking wonder. Wasn't something you always wanted to do. You enjoy it here? With - whoever else you're with?"
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"...Yes, I do." He looks up to him. "It is - different, with you. But I enjoy it with others."
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"What's different?"
He doesn't know if he really wants the answer to that, but it's different for him, too. And he can't articulate why.
"Cuz I- I enjoyed it with other people, too. Not gonna lie, but I don't- want to. Haven't- since your stupid party that wasn't a party."
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Astarion laughs at that.
"It wasn't meant to be a party, I was just in a celebratory mood."
But the question is still outstanding, and he's quiet for a moment. His gaze slides away.
"I just...I know I could stop, we could stop, and it would be...I don't think you'd think less of me."
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Astarion brought it up, after all. Now Jacob has to be sure.
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"No. Absolutely not. But I'm - glad, we've talked about it," he says, haltingly. "Now and previously."
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