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."
"Then consider it another element of my torment, and imagine the sadistic
satisfaction I take from it," Astarion says sweetly, and kisses the crown
of Jedao's head.
Jedao giggles, and relaxes a little - not that he believes that for a second, but it's the kind of excuse Astarion would give if he really didn't want Jedao to pry. So it's okay if he doesn't.
"That's such wolfshit," he mumbles fondly. He lifts a hand to idly caress the shape of Astarion's patella under his clothes.
"I would like to get you off. But I'm also happy to consider it another element of your torment if you'd prefer to deny me."
It's not a plea, it's not even a request. It's just information: that Jedao would be delighted either way, that the power remains Astarion's. He more-than-half hopes Astarion does deny him, and prove that it really is his own desire behind his stone-top self control.
He hasn't made any specific promises to Jacob and Rosita - Hells, he told
Jacob specifically that he wouldn't promise monogamy - but it still feels
odd to be touched intimately by someone else.
Though thrashing Jedao to orgasm doesn't feel strange in the least. Just
immensely satisfying.
"Mmm. Yes, sir," Jedao says cheekily, eyes fluttering closed again as he slides into relaxation; he stretches out his aching legs with a soft hiss and then a warm hum, unselfconscious as a cat.
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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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Date: 2025-01-21 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-21 06:26 pm (UTC)"Then consider it another element of my torment, and imagine the sadistic satisfaction I take from it," Astarion says sweetly, and kisses the crown of Jedao's head.
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Date: 2025-01-25 08:58 pm (UTC)"That's such wolfshit," he mumbles fondly. He lifts a hand to idly caress the shape of Astarion's patella under his clothes.
"I would like to get you off. But I'm also happy to consider it another element of your torment if you'd prefer to deny me."
It's not a plea, it's not even a request. It's just information: that Jedao would be delighted either way, that the power remains Astarion's. He more-than-half hopes Astarion does deny him, and prove that it really is his own desire behind his stone-top self control.
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Date: 2025-01-25 11:18 pm (UTC)"Denial it is, then."
He hasn't made any specific promises to Jacob and Rosita - Hells, he told Jacob specifically that he wouldn't promise monogamy - but it still feels odd to be touched intimately by someone else.
Though thrashing Jedao to orgasm doesn't feel strange in the least. Just immensely satisfying.
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Date: 2025-01-26 10:58 pm (UTC)