Oh, this question. Astarion is not better at answering it than he was last time, or indeed at any other time. (At least not around Jedao. Small improvements have been observed in Rosita and Jacob's company.)
"Nothing at all, my sweet. I'm perfectly content."
"I feel so selfish, you know," Jedao murmurs ruefully. "You're always so wonderful to me. I can't tell if I'm respecting your need for self-control or just taking advantage of how hard it is for you to ask."
"Then consider it another element of my torment, and imagine the sadistic
satisfaction I take from it," Astarion says sweetly, and kisses the crown
of Jedao's head.
Jedao giggles, and relaxes a little - not that he believes that for a second, but it's the kind of excuse Astarion would give if he really didn't want Jedao to pry. So it's okay if he doesn't.
"That's such wolfshit," he mumbles fondly. He lifts a hand to idly caress the shape of Astarion's patella under his clothes.
"I would like to get you off. But I'm also happy to consider it another element of your torment if you'd prefer to deny me."
It's not a plea, it's not even a request. It's just information: that Jedao would be delighted either way, that the power remains Astarion's. He more-than-half hopes Astarion does deny him, and prove that it really is his own desire behind his stone-top self control.
He hasn't made any specific promises to Jacob and Rosita - Hells, he told
Jacob specifically that he wouldn't promise monogamy - but it still feels
odd to be touched intimately by someone else.
Though thrashing Jedao to orgasm doesn't feel strange in the least. Just
immensely satisfying.
"Mmm. Yes, sir," Jedao says cheekily, eyes fluttering closed again as he slides into relaxation; he stretches out his aching legs with a soft hiss and then a warm hum, unselfconscious as a cat.
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Oh, this question. Astarion is not better at answering it than he was last time, or indeed at any other time. (At least not around Jedao. Small improvements have been observed in Rosita and Jacob's company.)
"Nothing at all, my sweet. I'm perfectly content."
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"Then consider it another element of my torment, and imagine the sadistic satisfaction I take from it," Astarion says sweetly, and kisses the crown of Jedao's head.
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"That's such wolfshit," he mumbles fondly. He lifts a hand to idly caress the shape of Astarion's patella under his clothes.
"I would like to get you off. But I'm also happy to consider it another element of your torment if you'd prefer to deny me."
It's not a plea, it's not even a request. It's just information: that Jedao would be delighted either way, that the power remains Astarion's. He more-than-half hopes Astarion does deny him, and prove that it really is his own desire behind his stone-top self control.
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"Denial it is, then."
He hasn't made any specific promises to Jacob and Rosita - Hells, he told Jacob specifically that he wouldn't promise monogamy - but it still feels odd to be touched intimately by someone else.
Though thrashing Jedao to orgasm doesn't feel strange in the least. Just immensely satisfying.
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