Jedao whines happily, leaning into it slightly in his enthusiasm, breath coming a little faster as he starts to get aroused in earnest, rather than just intellectual anticipation.
"You make such pretty noises," Astarion sighs, then swats him lightly across his calves, just above where his waistband clothes have settled. The next few strikes land across the marks he left through his trousers, his clothes no longer able to disperse or cushion the impact.
The sounds and the sight of his pain feel like things Astarion can consume - he's not feeling deprived in some ambiguous sense, the way he once did, but they're no less delicious.
Jedao squeaks a little more at the strikes to his calves; he hasn't played with that as often, and it's part surprise, part sting, part novelty thrill.
"You're very encouraging," Jedao breathes, voice a little huskier than usual.
Astarion trails the tip of the cane up from the back of Jedao's knee to his
inner thigh, then whisks back the cane and stripes it across his ass, over
and over until he's losing count.
Jedao's breath goes ragged as the caning goes on, his thoughts dissolving away in the relentless sting and the building, fizzing heat. His arms on the table stay steady, but occasionally one of the big muscles in his legs will twitch or quiver, soft moans and whimpers rolling steadily from his mouth.
Astarion, for his part, is very happy to keep going, to keep marking this
new pretty skin over and over in a deepening pink stretch from his tailbone
to his knees. Each shiver and sound feels like honey on his tongue, sweet
and rich.
And if Jedao should happen to twitch in a way that exposes the sole of a
foot, that gets a sharp hit too. Astarion knows very well how much that
hurts.
Jedao is completely hard now, though it's mostly hidden by the table, the occasional jostle causing him to drip precome onto the floor. He's groaning continuously, drinking in the savage, relentless strikes, the deep bruised ache and the ragged sting of each fresh wheal, the feeling of fire feasting and creeping over his skin.
He does push up onto the balls of his feet at one point, just to stretch his aching calves, and yelps as the switch catches him across both soles, almost stumbling.
"Fuck, oh fuck, fire and ash -" he stammers, shocked afresh.
Astarion chuckles, low and satisfied. He's hard too, his erection straining
against his leathers, but he's paying it little mind.
"I almost forgot how beautifully you take it, darling," he purrs, putting a
cool bare hand onto the hot welts across Jedao's ass, kneading hard at the
muscle.
Jedao makes a sound that starts off as a soft cry and turns into throaty, helpless moan; he quivers all over. He can feel a hot blush crawling down his face and throat; Astarion can see it on the back of his neck, and maybe even on his ears.
He feels - he doesn't even know the words for how he feels, exposed and praised and squeezed like he's just a pretty thing for Astarion to enjoy, the cool relief of his hand and the hot sting of his sore flesh all singing together. It feels like prickling is running all over his skin, even where he hasn't been caned, and excruciating delicate wonderful awareness of every inch of his body, self-consciousness without shame, embarrassment and enthusiasm and raw thrill.
Jedao breathes in soft, shallow pants, and he moves with a ginger, wincing slowness as he steps away from the table. He hisses as he goes down to his knees, the skin of his calves and hamstrings pulling in a new way with the motion, then screeching incandescently for a moment as he folds his legs, hot abused skin on both sides, pouring that heat back into the other side, his own sweat stinging in the raw places where weals built up and small black dots of blood had started to emerge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jedao chants under his ragged breath, trying not to either pass out or come right away, not sure which is more likely. He sits on his heels, soles with their single fresh stripe fully exposed, the muscles in his back shifting as he braces and then relaxes. He sets his palms down on the tops of his thighs, digs his fingernails in slightly as he waits, closing his eyes. There's nothing but the pain, and the awareness of Astarion's body behind him, and the whistling tremolo of anticipation.
Astarion gives his hair a stroke, then a quick sharp tug.
"You asked for this," he reminds him, then gives him three strikes - one
deceptively gentle but over the exact red stripe on his soles, then two
across his shoulders with every bit of his strength.
The gentle pet and little yank on his hair almost does it; the glorious mean precision lashing across his feet and the bright line of fire across his shoulders crackle through his mind like lightning. Jedao yelps and bends forward, groaning and jolting as he comes. It feels like the the pleasure has been speared out of him, like the pain in his feet and shoulders has made a white searing box to hold the rest of it, like he's a glass ornament full of pain finally smashing.
It's perfect.
He drifts back into his body, still burning and aching, in an ungainly little hunch on the floor, ass still striped bright red, gulping breaths in between soft simmering whimpers, come splattered over the floor and his own chest, with the way he's folded up.
He feels scraped clean, despite the mess, like a leather hide stretched and scoured by a methodical tanner. He did ask for it, and Astarion gave it to him. "Thank you," he mumbles, slurring only slightly, when he's gathered a few thoughts back.
"There you are, darling. Well done," Astarion croons, crouching down at
his side to stroke his hair. He's so gentle now. "You needn't do anything
at all just yet, but let me know if I can help you, mm?"
"'m gonna roll in a second," Jedao warns, after enough contemplation to figure out that his current position, in addition to being filthy and cramp-prone, also probably looks pretty stupid.
It takes him another few seconds to figure out the motion, but then he manages it, only a little bit graceless, tipping onto his side so that he can keep his head in easy reach of Astarion's petting, but also stretch his legs out, wincing and whimpering softly, before gazing up at Astarion from the floor, his expression one of quiet, blissful gratitude.
"You don't always have to wait for me to be drunk and brave and then sober and brave, you know," Jedao points out, slightly dreamily. "Most times if you offered me a thrashing I'd've jumped at the chance."
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."
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Date: 2025-01-12 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-14 02:31 pm (UTC)"You make such pretty noises," Astarion sighs, then swats him lightly across his calves, just above where his waistband clothes have settled. The next few strikes land across the marks he left through his trousers, his clothes no longer able to disperse or cushion the impact.
The sounds and the sight of his pain feel like things Astarion can consume - he's not feeling deprived in some ambiguous sense, the way he once did, but they're no less delicious.
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Date: 2025-01-14 03:04 pm (UTC)"You're very encouraging," Jedao breathes, voice a little huskier than usual.
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Date: 2025-01-15 09:24 am (UTC)"I try."
Astarion trails the tip of the cane up from the back of Jedao's knee to his inner thigh, then whisks back the cane and stripes it across his ass, over and over until he's losing count.
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Date: 2025-01-16 04:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-17 06:14 pm (UTC)Astarion, for his part, is very happy to keep going, to keep marking this new pretty skin over and over in a deepening pink stretch from his tailbone to his knees. Each shiver and sound feels like honey on his tongue, sweet and rich.
And if Jedao should happen to twitch in a way that exposes the sole of a foot, that gets a sharp hit too. Astarion knows very well how much that hurts.
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Date: 2025-01-17 09:54 pm (UTC)He does push up onto the balls of his feet at one point, just to stretch his aching calves, and yelps as the switch catches him across both soles, almost stumbling.
"Fuck, oh fuck, fire and ash -" he stammers, shocked afresh.
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Date: 2025-01-18 04:09 pm (UTC)Astarion chuckles, low and satisfied. He's hard too, his erection straining against his leathers, but he's paying it little mind.
"I almost forgot how beautifully you take it, darling," he purrs, putting a cool bare hand onto the hot welts across Jedao's ass, kneading hard at the muscle.
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Date: 2025-01-18 07:55 pm (UTC)He feels - he doesn't even know the words for how he feels, exposed and
praised and squeezed like he's just a pretty thing for Astarion to enjoy, the cool relief of his hand and the hot sting of his sore flesh all singing together. It feels like prickling is running all over his skin, even where he hasn't been caned, and excruciating delicate wonderful awareness of every inch of his body, self-consciousness without shame, embarrassment and enthusiasm and raw thrill.
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Date: 2025-01-19 05:32 pm (UTC)"What would it take to finish you off, pet?" he wonders, cane tapping so lightly against the red stripes on his calves. "Tell me what you need."
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Date: 2025-01-19 06:12 pm (UTC)"Almost anything," he admits. A bite, a kiss, a swipe of claws - it would be so easy to push him over the edge.
"I want - I want - " the image is so clear in his head, but words are harder.
"I want. To. Kneel for you? So you can...get my feet, and my shoulders. May I, please?"
He can feel his own pulse throb and ache in his cock just for the asking.
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Date: 2025-01-19 06:31 pm (UTC)Astarion laughs, almost a giggle, even as a familiar thrill of power rushes through him.
"So polite. Yes. On your knees for me."
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Date: 2025-01-19 07:30 pm (UTC)"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jedao chants under his ragged breath, trying not to either pass out or come right away, not sure which is more likely. He sits on his heels, soles with their single fresh stripe fully exposed, the muscles in his back shifting as he braces and then relaxes. He sets his palms down on the tops of his thighs, digs his fingernails in slightly as he waits, closing his eyes. There's nothing but the pain, and the awareness of Astarion's body behind him, and the whistling tremolo of anticipation.
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Date: 2025-01-19 08:28 pm (UTC)Astarion gives his hair a stroke, then a quick sharp tug.
"You asked for this," he reminds him, then gives him three strikes - one deceptively gentle but over the exact red stripe on his soles, then two across his shoulders with every bit of his strength.
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Date: 2025-01-19 08:57 pm (UTC)It's perfect.
He drifts back into his body, still burning and aching, in an ungainly little hunch on the floor, ass still striped bright red, gulping breaths in between soft simmering whimpers, come splattered over the floor and his own chest, with the way he's folded up.
He feels scraped clean, despite the mess, like a leather hide stretched and scoured by a methodical tanner. He did ask for it, and Astarion gave it to him. "Thank you," he mumbles, slurring only slightly, when he's gathered a few thoughts back.
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Date: 2025-01-20 08:01 am (UTC)"There you are, darling. Well done," Astarion croons, crouching down at his side to stroke his hair. He's so gentle now. "You needn't do anything at all just yet, but let me know if I can help you, mm?"
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Date: 2025-01-20 08:09 am (UTC)It takes him another few seconds to figure out the motion, but then he manages it, only a little bit graceless, tipping onto his side so that he can keep his head in easy reach of Astarion's petting, but also stretch his legs out, wincing and whimpering softly, before gazing up at Astarion from the floor, his expression one of quiet, blissful gratitude.
"You liked it?" Jedao asks, just slightly cheeky.
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Date: 2025-01-20 12:59 pm (UTC)"I tolerated it," Astarion says archly, and gives his ear a little pinch. "You put up with it too, it seems like."
His voice has warmed significantly by the end of that sentence.
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Date: 2025-01-20 05:11 pm (UTC)"You always hurt me so good," Jedao murmurs, languid, absolutely savoring every ache and burn.
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Date: 2025-01-20 10:32 pm (UTC)"You gave me such a lovely new canvas." Astarion strokes his hair delicately. "How could I fail to make an effort?"
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Date: 2025-01-20 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-20 10:57 pm (UTC)"...I know." He does. "Suffice to say I've been rather distracted, of late, and...less frustrated."
Less acutely in need of a pressure valve.
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Date: 2025-01-21 01:22 am (UTC)"What would you like now?"
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Date: 2025-01-21 11:00 am (UTC)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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