TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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[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.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He doesn't really know what he's getting into until it happens, automatically tensing up. Thinking about this, fantasizing about it, none of it really compares to it actually happening. He lets out a breath, making a deliberate effort to relax under the attentions of that tongue.

"It's alright," he says in anticipation of a question, shifting a bit.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Good." It's barely more than a murmur. "You feel perfect, Jacob."

After sinking his finger in to the knuckle, he pulls out slowly and presses back, fucking him for a few strokes, feeling his body gradually adjust to that new sensation.

"I'm going to put in another," he warns softly, and gives him time to object before starting to tease in a second fingertip alongside the first.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

It's certainly new, something different and strange and there's a part of him, raised in the South, with a strict religious father, that balks at this. There's a part of him that knows all the names he'd be called for this, all the ways he'd get his ass kicked.

But it feels too good and he wants this so badly - with Astarion, who takes such good care of him.

He moans his agreement, surprised at how quickly he starts to want the pressure and the friction.

"Fuck, this is good."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Mmm."

Astarion, for his part, had been braced for this to go badly. Faerûn isn't devoid of homophobia, and he's read things about American culture. He remembers certain elements of his identity during certain breaches. It wouldn't have surprised him at all if Jacob had frozen up, panicked, even gotten angry.

Who knows? He still might. He's not doing anything a woman couldn't do for him, in theory. Not yet.

He twists his fingers slowly, dragging them in and out in a corkscrew motion, then curls them deliberately into his prostate.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob has been too far in now to worry about it. The lax attitude on the Barge has helped, along with his own apathy. The first time he took Astarion's cock in his mouth was the moment he committed himself to the fact that he enjoys this. Whatever that makes him.

And then he hits just the right spot and Jacob actually gasps. "Oh goddamn," he breathes out.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion chuckles, pleased and maybe just a little smug. Each thrust is a little deeper now, his fingers working a little harder to open him up, but he returns to that little mound inside him each time.

"Yes? I could make you come," he murmurs, "doing this alone. I wouldn't need to touch you anywhere else."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

His teeth sink into his arm a little. "God, I can't imagine." But he's already starting to push back into him, shameless and needy.

"Fuck...Astarion..."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I like hearing you say my name when you're all worked up like this," he breathes, his arm matching the movement of Jacob's hips. Gods, he's gorgeous. Beautiful to watch, when he's letting desire guide him.

"Do you think you can take another finger? Just a little?"

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He doesnt know if he can, but he certainly wants to. He knows that part of this is wanting to please Astarion, to hear that smug tone in his voice again. He gets far too much pleasure from it.

Still, there's another part that is enjoying this. Lying vulnerable, so shameless and needy that he's pushing himself back on those fingers, begging...it's a little intoxicating.

"Yeah," he answers with a shudder in his voice.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Just tell me if it's too much, Jacob. This should never hurt."

No matter what he might have heard. No matter how much pain Astarion has become accustomed to.

He slowly strokes Jacob's stretched rim with the tip of his ring finger, then eases it in alongside the index and middle.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"No, it doesn't hurt..."

Hurt isn't the right word. It's uncomfortable, fills him up in a way that he's never felt before, but they've gone slowly enough that it doesn't slide anywhere close to hurt.

The moan comes deep from his chest, his toes curling again. "God...goddammit. Astarion..."

He raises his hips a fraction of an inch, rocking friction onto his cock, offsetting the initially strange and open feeling.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion fucks him very shallowly now, working more on getting him comfortable with that sense of openness than trying to sink deeper. He can feel him squirming, all but humping the mattress beneath them, and his cock throbs with sympathetic arousal.

"The way you look when you move, Jacob," he murmurs, sounding almost wounded. "You're beautiful."