Astarion holds up a key and an eyebrow and does not ask about...anything.
"No."
(Whose mother does he think he's fucking?)
He unlocks the door and goes in first. The space is of fairly neutral
design, though even brief exploration would reveal it to have a full
bathroom and therefore to not be Astarion's own.
"You look terrible."
It's not exactly a neutral way of acknowledging something is badly wrong,
but it's as close as he's getting.
"Not all of us can be hot and perfect 24-7," he reasons, taking a cursory glance at the place and deciding, yeah, okay. He can live with this. Much like the way his gaze slid over to the cabin door, he slides it over to Astarion.
"Sooooo. You wanna pretend to drink this with me, or are you good in that department? Before we do anything else."
He stepped in here before Roman arrived, mostly to make sure it was empty, but also to drop off a bottle of what is, today, brandy. He lifts it from the table he left it on.
"A gift. The only bottle that will ever contain anything I can actually taste. Did you have a specific 'anything else' in mind?"
Roman whistles soft and low at the brandy. He mumbles something along 'more for me,' uncapping the bottle with ease. He thinks maybe he understands his brother's compulsions a bit. Especially after this.
"I want..." What does he want? Roman's brows knit, drifting in thought for a small moment.
"I want my mind to shut the fuck up, and you helped with that, earlier, just--I don't want to fucking think. I'm done. I'm done, it's over, you know? It's over. It's bullshit." This is probably not very helpful. "I'm bullshit, and you're bullshit, and this whole fucking thing is bullshit, and I want to everything to just fucking... stop."
It's also dangerously close to actual emotion. Roman's grip on his bottle is tight, white-knuckled as he unscrews it.
"You don't have to do shit. I'll just look at you and jerk off in a corner. Toss a little swear at me on occasion."
Roman would be insulted, except he's not--he's too tired, and he likes this sort of stuff anyway. Yeah. This is what he needs. He clears his throat, taking a sip to mostly buy him time. He just needs to not think. Astarion gets it. Astarion's great at turning him into mush.
"I've honed it by being a piece of shit for years," he quips, and he sits up a little straighter.
"Does it still involve me getting on my knees and begging?"
"I don't know. I've already agreed to...something, in principle." He chuckles, looking him up and down. "But if you want something specific, then I'll need to hear you ask for it."
Vocalizing this shit--actually, actively putting him out there, the weird sting of vulnerability is always going to make him wince, upper lip curling for a fraction of a second before his face smooths out again. The hand not holding the bottle moves up to his face, tugging at his ear.
"Can you--" he cuts himself off for a second, shifting in his spot so both feet are on the seat, perching rather than actually sitting. "--Can you maybe tell me I'm worthless? I could, uh, you know. Jerk off while you do. In front of you, I mean, while you drink your whatever-the-fuck you brought. And maybe take off your shirt?" He rolls his eyes, like what he's about to say is gauche and not at all something he's interested in.
"Or I could suck your dick and you can leave me begging and deeply unsatisfied, or, whatever. I don't know."
"You don't get to touch me," he reminds him, but reaches to his waistband, tugging his shirt free where it's tucked into his leathers. "At least, not this time. But I don't see the harm in letting you look."
He pulls his shirt off over his head. The body beneath is well-built, hairless, very pale and - from this angle - completely flawless.
Roman's lips part slightly, eyes following the other's hands until that pale flesh is exposed and he's momentarily stunned. His gaze never leaves the exposed flesh, even as he leans over to set the bottle down.
Drinking seems less productive than this suddenly. So does listening to what's going on inside his head. Astarion as a distraction is already working.
"Jesus Christ, look at you." There's no joke, no pithy, slightly irritating remark. He shifts, sinking down so he's fully on the couch again, biting his lower lip in anticipation. He's already dipping a hand down the waistband of his sweatpants, breathing out. He's lucky. He's got to be lucky, what with Astarion even giving him the time of day.
Astarion smiles. The rush of power - the kick he gets just from the way Roman responds to the sight of him - it's a thrill he can't help but crave. He leans back against the nearest countertop, reaching for his bottle to take off the cap and sip the golden liquor. Gods, he missed being able to taste a decent drink.
"Like what you see? Of course you do," he murmurs, giving him no opportunity to answer. "I'm sure you'll take whatever you can get, so having something of quality to get you hard must be quite the novelty."
Roman nods fervently at the question, his usual mouthy rambles completely cut off in a way that genuinely works for him asbrown eyes rake in every part of Astarion's body he can without moving, drinking in every contour and every line.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about how hot you are." He'd thought before that, of course, but there's something about seeing how competent Astarion is in action at the enclosure that it comes across as a confession than anything else. He bites at his lip, fingers curling around his half-hard cock, chest rising and falling as he begins to run his fingers along his shaft.
His gaze drags down Roman's chest, to where he's got his hand moving under
the fabric of his sweats. A little sympathetic shiver of lust runs through
him.
"What, you'll send me photographs but showing me the real thing is somehow
too much? Take it out," he orders. "I want to see if it's worth a second
look in real life."
The shorter man's eyes widen slightly, trying to fight the half-grin that shifts across his face. If Astarion is giving him permission, who is he to deny it?
"Yeah?"
There's a strange sort of pang in his chest, pleasantly exposed and shameful as he pries the waistband down, shifting his hips to allow him room. He's fully hard now, gaze level with Astarion as he resumes touching himself, sighing with pleasure.
"Thank you," Roman says, and it's a bizarre answer to being told his cock is merely adequate, but with the way Astarion's eyes slide down it he feels like he's being appraised.
His hips shift up, unable to look away from the other's face, that perfect jaw--where there should be jealousy there's only awe.
"I wonder," he murmurs, watching him almost unblinkingly. "The kind of wealth and power you had - did you pay people to do this for you? Take your money to tell you how very, very little value you really have? Or were you too much of a coward for that?"
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Date: 2024-01-22 07:39 pm (UTC)Astarion holds up a key and an eyebrow and does not ask about...anything.
"No."
(Whose mother does he think he's fucking?)
He unlocks the door and goes in first. The space is of fairly neutral design, though even brief exploration would reveal it to have a full bathroom and therefore to not be Astarion's own.
"You look terrible."
It's not exactly a neutral way of acknowledging something is badly wrong, but it's as close as he's getting.
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Date: 2024-01-22 11:13 pm (UTC)"Not all of us can be hot and perfect 24-7," he reasons, taking a cursory glance at the place and deciding, yeah, okay. He can live with this. Much like the way his gaze slid over to the cabin door, he slides it over to Astarion.
"Sooooo. You wanna pretend to drink this with me, or are you good in that department? Before we do anything else."
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Date: 2024-01-22 11:21 pm (UTC)"I have my own, actually."
He stepped in here before Roman arrived, mostly to make sure it was empty, but also to drop off a bottle of what is, today, brandy. He lifts it from the table he left it on.
"A gift. The only bottle that will ever contain anything I can actually taste. Did you have a specific 'anything else' in mind?"
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Date: 2024-01-23 02:26 am (UTC)"I want..." What does he want? Roman's brows knit, drifting in thought for a small moment.
"I want my mind to shut the fuck up, and you helped with that, earlier, just--I don't want to fucking think. I'm done. I'm done, it's over, you know? It's over. It's bullshit." This is probably not very helpful. "I'm bullshit, and you're bullshit, and this whole fucking thing is bullshit, and I want to everything to just fucking... stop."
It's also dangerously close to actual emotion. Roman's grip on his bottle is tight, white-knuckled as he unscrews it.
"You don't have to do shit. I'll just look at you and jerk off in a corner. Toss a little swear at me on occasion."
Re: cw vague allusions to substance abuse
Date: 2024-01-23 12:13 pm (UTC)"Mm."
He opens his bottle and takes a gulp. It would be easiest to just do as he's asked, but he's never seen an open wound he didn't want to prod at.
"And if I wanted to actually participate?"
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Date: 2024-01-23 06:46 pm (UTC)"Very funny joke."
It has to be a joke. Right?
...Right?
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Date: 2024-01-23 06:53 pm (UTC)"You still can't touch me," he says archly. "But that doesn't mean I can't touch you, does it?"
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Date: 2024-01-24 10:00 pm (UTC)The grip on the bottle is still fairly tight, but he's looking at Astarion now--actually looking, not just sort of looking through him.
"Are you saying you want to fuck?" Worth a shot, even now--Roman's always going to swing for the fences.
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Date: 2024-01-24 10:09 pm (UTC)"Mm. I'm going to be keeping my clothes on, which might make that difficult. But we could take a step in that direction, don't you think?"
He takes a literal step closer, looking him up and down.
"You've an air of pathetic desperation about you tonight which I can't help but be drawn to."
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Date: 2024-01-24 10:55 pm (UTC)"I've honed it by being a piece of shit for years," he quips, and he sits up a little straighter.
"Does it still involve me getting on my knees and begging?"
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Date: 2024-01-24 11:06 pm (UTC)"I don't know. I've already agreed to...something, in principle." He chuckles, looking him up and down. "But if you want something specific, then I'll need to hear you ask for it."
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Date: 2024-01-25 06:01 pm (UTC)"Can you--" he cuts himself off for a second, shifting in his spot so both feet are on the seat, perching rather than actually sitting. "--Can you maybe tell me I'm worthless? I could, uh, you know. Jerk off while you do. In front of you, I mean, while you drink your whatever-the-fuck you brought. And maybe take off your shirt?" He rolls his eyes, like what he's about to say is gauche and not at all something he's interested in.
"Or I could suck your dick and you can leave me begging and deeply unsatisfied, or, whatever. I don't know."
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Date: 2024-01-25 06:12 pm (UTC)"You don't get to touch me," he reminds him, but reaches to his waistband, tugging his shirt free where it's tucked into his leathers. "At least, not this time. But I don't see the harm in letting you look."
He pulls his shirt off over his head. The body beneath is well-built, hairless, very pale and - from this angle - completely flawless.
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Date: 2024-01-29 08:36 pm (UTC)Drinking seems less productive than this suddenly. So does listening to what's going on inside his head. Astarion as a distraction is already working.
"Jesus Christ, look at you." There's no joke, no pithy, slightly irritating remark. He shifts, sinking down so he's fully on the couch again, biting his lower lip in anticipation. He's already dipping a hand down the waistband of his sweatpants, breathing out. He's lucky. He's got to be lucky, what with Astarion even giving him the time of day.
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Date: 2024-01-29 09:19 pm (UTC)Astarion smiles. The rush of power - the kick he gets just from the way Roman responds to the sight of him - it's a thrill he can't help but crave. He leans back against the nearest countertop, reaching for his bottle to take off the cap and sip the golden liquor. Gods, he missed being able to taste a decent drink.
"Like what you see? Of course you do," he murmurs, giving him no opportunity to answer. "I'm sure you'll take whatever you can get, so having something of quality to get you hard must be quite the novelty."
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Date: 2024-01-30 07:13 pm (UTC)"I haven't been able to stop thinking about how hot you are." He'd thought before that, of course, but there's something about seeing how competent Astarion is in action at the enclosure that it comes across as a confession than anything else. He bites at his lip, fingers curling around his half-hard cock, chest rising and falling as he begins to run his fingers along his shaft.
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Date: 2024-01-30 07:29 pm (UTC)"I'm not going to apologise for that."
His gaze drags down Roman's chest, to where he's got his hand moving under the fabric of his sweats. A little sympathetic shiver of lust runs through him.
"What, you'll send me photographs but showing me the real thing is somehow too much? Take it out," he orders. "I want to see if it's worth a second look in real life."
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Date: 2024-01-30 08:21 pm (UTC)"Yeah?"
There's a strange sort of pang in his chest, pleasantly exposed and shameful as he pries the waistband down, shifting his hips to allow him room. He's fully hard now, gaze level with Astarion as he resumes touching himself, sighing with pleasure.
"You like it?"
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Date: 2024-01-30 08:38 pm (UTC)"Don't be pathetic," Astarion says, and then chuckles darkly. "As if you have a choice. Gods below."
He takes another sip of brandy, red eyes dragging down over his cock.
"...I told the whole ship it was unremarkable. My mind hasn't changed."
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Date: 2024-02-01 06:19 pm (UTC)His hips shift up, unable to look away from the other's face, that perfect jaw--where there should be jealousy there's only awe.
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Date: 2024-02-01 06:29 pm (UTC)"I wonder," he murmurs, watching him almost unblinkingly. "The kind of wealth and power you had - did you pay people to do this for you? Take your money to tell you how very, very little value you really have? Or were you too much of a coward for that?"