TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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[sixfeetofdirt]

"I will. I'll be very careful with you."

He smiles and kisses the wound he's left on Jacob's neck.

"The first and most obvious step, darling, is to get rid of the rest of these clothes."

He reaches for the button and zip of Jacob's trousers.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"No shit," but he's sitting up to let him unfasten them. Jacob pushes them from his hips and onto the floor, sitting up into a kiss.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion kisses back deeply, but only briefly, pulling away to deal with the matter of stripping down. He slithers out of the leather and cotton, leaving it in a tangle with Jacob's clothes as he kisses him again. And again.

"Gods, I can't wait to put my hands on you."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Then don't wait," he grumps, though it's all an anticipatory tease. "And remember, in ain't as flexible as you."
Which he says with a laugh so he can kiss his neck, hitching his hips against him.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Don't worry. I won't be tying you into knots any time soon," he promises. "Can I put my mouth on you?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Huh. There's a thought.

He's sufficiently distracted by the question, at least. "Yeah. Yeah you sure fucking can."

He leans back on his elbows, fingers gripping the sheets.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion smiles and pecks him on the lips, then urges him to slide back further onto the bed.

"Roll onto your stomach for me," he murmurs. "So that I don't have to bend you in half, mm?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"So damn bossy," he mutters, but he takes one last look at him, drinks him in, and turns around to move closer to the pillows and settle on his stomach.

"Guess I gotta figure out what I've been missing out on."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Oh, you needn't figure out anything," Astarion chuckles, kissing the nape of his neck as his hands run up and down his sides. "Just let me show you."

He keeps working his way slowly down his spine, hands lightly circling over his ribs and massaging his hips.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He doesn't quite know what to do with his hands, so he simply crosses them and rests his cheek on his arm, shivering a little at the touch. It's odd this way, but he's enjoying himself.

"This ain't bad," he murmurs. "Could do this for a while."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Good. I like touching you," Astarion says, hands gliding over his body. He kisses the small of his back.

"The texture of your skin, your scars. Your muscle and hair."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He lets out a breath. The scars. He doesn't know how anyone could think that about them, but he's more than pleased. Flattered, maybe.

"Been a while since I've heard something like that."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Well, I should hope that Rosita and I have been communicating it in other ways," he purrs. His hands slide over Jacob's hips and ass, thumbs pressing in slow circles. "But I should make sure you know, mm?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yeah, you say it in other ways."

He raises his foot enough to get his toes underneath, pressing into the bed as Astarion continues.

"Fuck, that feels good." Might as well articulate it.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Good. Just tell me if you want me to stop, won't you?"

He spreads him open with both hands, kissing the exposed skin an inch above his hole, tongue running over the same spot.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Jesus..." he swears, but it's more of a sigh, a moan, than anything. He digs his fingers into the bed. It's so odd to be exposed like this, to let himself be vulnerable, but he doesn't hate it. Not at all.

This is not something he'd allow with just anyone, but he trusts Astarion. He...is fond of him.

"You better not fucking stop."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion lets out a low chuckle, just the softest sound, and doesn't stop. On the contrary, he dips lower, dragging his tongue flat from Jacob's sac up to his hole, lapping at the tight ring of muscle there.

It's not something he does for many of his partners - he rarely tops and they rarely ask - but he appreciates the trust it involves. He enjoys it for that, with him. The raw intimacy of it.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He bites down hard on the inside of his cheek, just as a moan leaves him speechless for a moment.

"Fuck..."

He settles immediately, looking over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of him.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion peeks up at him, his eyes dark and focused on Jacob's backward glance, and he doesn't stop for a moment. His tongue strokes and flicks, circles and pushes, experimenting to learn what he responds to most acutely. His own body feels feverish with arousal.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He laughs in a breath, a soft sound that makes his toes curl a little, and then he's resting his head on his arm again.

In between the touch of his tongue, Jacob raises his hips enough to seek out some relief on his hardened cock.

He says nothing, beyond words at the moment.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion hums in vicarious pleasure, enjoying the way he shifts and squirms. His thumbs stroke at his rim slowly, tugging him open just a little so he can press with his tongue like he's trying to fuck right into him.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob's skin flushes, little beads of sweat appearing on his shoulders. He bites a moan into his arm, squirming almost unconsciously in an effort to seek some relief, all parts of him aching.

"This is torture," he breathes, but he doesn't tell him to stop. He doesn't want him to.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Oh?"

His fingertip rocks against Jacob's hole, as if he might breach his body with a fraction more pressure.

"May I open you up, Jacob? Give you more?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Yes. Yeah, God, I want you to," he all but begs, fingers tight in the blankets.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Perfect."

Astarion kisses his tailbone and presses a slick index finger inside him, in by a fraction and then out by a fraction less, gradually stroking it in deeper. He dips back down to keep licking him.