Date: 2024-08-04 09:40 am (UTC)
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He's wearing his dog tags again, Miller's and his own, a habit he'd neglected in his fit of self loathing the past few months. They drape along Astarion's chest as he leans down to get him out of his shirt, though his efforts are slowed by the impulse to just kiss him, to leave teethmarks along his jaw.

Date: 2024-08-04 11:24 am (UTC)
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He pushes himself up, waits for the shuffle of clothes. "Can't let you have all the action all the time," he mutters, rough hands sliding along newly exposed chest and stomach. He takes the liberty of pinching a nipple on the way down before he claims his mouth again.

He slides his jeans off of his hips, letting them fall in the floor.

Date: 2024-08-04 12:05 pm (UTC)
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"You're so impatient," he mutters, but he's an obedient solider, sliding his hand underneath and pulling them off fully.

He presses a kiss to the bone at his hip, moving away to fumble in the nightstand for a bottle he fucking swears was there just that morning.

Once he gets it open, he's back at his side, hand finding Astarion's cock.

Date: 2024-08-04 12:21 pm (UTC)
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He chooses to believe him, chooses to indulge not in oblivion but something else, the feeling of being wanted and desired and not - used.

It's terrifying, but it doesn't hurt so much if it's a fantasy.

He replaces his hand with his mouth, teasing and distracting as a slick finger gently enters him.

Date: 2024-08-04 12:37 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2024-08-04 01:16 pm (UTC)
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"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.

Date: 2024-08-04 01:36 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2024-08-04 03:19 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2024-08-04 04:28 pm (UTC)
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Jacob, despite how his head spins, stays where he is, pressing kisses along his jaw, murmuring nonsense words.

He looks so fucking good underneath him, so open. And Jacob wants nothing more than to worship him in this moment.

Date: 2024-08-04 04:58 pm (UTC)
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Jacob just holds fast to him, breath sharp against his lungs, necklace pooling between them.

He shudders as he pulls away, moving off of him to lie to the side.

Date: 2024-08-04 05:38 pm (UTC)
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"Yeah, mostly," he mutters, planting a kiss on his shoulder. "You?"

He drapes his arm across his stomach as he turns to face him.

Date: 2024-08-05 10:34 am (UTC)
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There's a pleased, exhausted smile at the kiss.

He spreads his fingers along Astarion's chest. "You can get warmer, if you want. I got plenty of that to spare."

Date: 2024-08-05 10:40 am (UTC)
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This is the part when he should let him go. It doesn't matter. It's fine.

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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