They match up well together, she's always thought, in the way that she's always liked the look of opposites; she laughs, low and pleased when he pulls her with him, and she takes a moment longer to go ahead and take her dark hair down from its ponytail before she leans down to meet him, caramel skin against pearl.
She settles herself right where she is, shifting her hips side to side to settle before she rolls them in a slow, deliberate grind as a tease for all three of them.
"You let us know if you change your mind, won't you, Jacob?" she purrs, but her attention is all on dragging her mouth down Astarion's neck to his chest.
"Good, I've come to rather like your hands," Astarion murmurs, but he sounds just as distracted as he is - his gaze inevitably falling to Rosita as he watches the path she's taking, feels the brush of her warm lips against bare skin. His hands drop to the mattress as he leans back, giving her the full stretch of his chest and throat to explore as she pleases. Arousal pools at his core, heavy and sweet.
They both asked for a show, and Rosita is up for the task. She teases her way from neck to collarbone in brief, almost chaste kisses, then runs the tip of her tongue along the graceful arc of bone there; she continues along the top of first the right plane of muscle up to the point of his shoulder, then comes back to center with the scrape of teeth she's aware he'll probably find tame, but still holds some value as a different sensation from the heat of her breath as she works her way lazily the other way.
And though they're still separated by fabric, she lets the slow, deepening grind of her hips where her thighs bracket Astarion's stay rhythmic as the tide, stoking her own arousal on a slow burn.
Astarion glances Jacob's way, biting his lip at the sight of him touching
himself. He's hard himself, but under the warm weight of Rosita's body and
the deliberate grind of her hips, he sees no reason to do anything for
himself. There's a faint pink blush rising accross his chest, a little
deeper at the points where Rosita's teeth made contact.
She lets herself focus not only on what she intends to feel good for Astarion beneath her, but uses the friction and the angle of her legs - the hardening she can feel between them, still confined - to find her own pleasure, too. And then Jacob's hands are on her and she rolls her spine just so as she straightens up to let him pull her tanktop off.
"Here, take this too -" she offers, hooking her thumbs in the band of her sports bra and stretching lazily to pull it up and over and off as well, twirling it a few times around one finger like a lasso before tossing it to the floor. She pulls her knife in its sheath off her belt then and leans over to drop it onto the nearest table before returning her mouth to Astarion's skin, reaching almost-blindly over for Jacob, too.
His eyes follow the line of the bra and he massages his fingers against the indents in her skins. She reaches out and he takes her hand, kissing her fingers.
"It might be - " he starts, but is cut off by the kiss and decides that he's more than happy to just let them stay like that. He shifts on his own, uncomfortable but pleased, warmth spreading through every limb.
"I've had enough watching anyway," he murmurs as he speaks a fantasy. "You wanna use that pretty mouth on him while I fuck you?" he suggests. It will let him keep watching while engaging, too.
"Solves both our problems," she agrees, smiling, broader and more approving for the fact that Jacob is talking about something he wants. With them.
She'll reach a point soon enough where the friction won't be enough and she'll need more skin, more pressure, more touch to be able to feel anything herself, so she hums her approval and braces her hands on Astarion's hips to slide herself further back and kiss her way down his chest, down his stomach.
"We're all wearing too many pants for that, though."
"Shush," Astarion chuckles, reaching down for the laces holding his
trousers shut. "Maybe I ought to simply start insisting on nudity the
moment we cross the threshold, mm?"
"Only if you also intend to keep this room at ninety degrees," she retorts, but she's slid down far enough now that she's closer to Jacob, hips high and chest low, which lets her wag her ass at him.
He gives her ass a little slap, then slips his fingers underneath the waistband of her pants. "Don't worry, we'll keep you warm," he promises with a laugh. "You'll be right in the middle."
She yelps at the slap, but it's mostly for show; it didn't hurt, and she's not offended. In fact she presses back a bit, almost like asking for more.
"Oh, don't start with that," she admonishes Astarion, slipping her hands under him to help with the clothes, and to avail herself of a gratuitous grope of her own. "You're plenty well equipped, and it gets me plenty hot."
Astarion pushes up against her touch, eyes closing for a moment as he makes
a soft sound of pleasure - though he opens them again to watch Jacob spank
her.
"And do those dreams match up to the reality? I'm sure your imagination
can't do it justice," he murmurs, smiling slyly at Rosita.
She hums in approval this time, practically purring; yeah. That does it for her. It's easy - for them, anyway - to make her go all warm inside, figuratively and lustfully.
That and the sounds from Astarion, including the praise, which sets her to kissing down his belly and running her tongue along the muscle ringing his navel.
He takes a very nice handful of her and squeezes firmly, then guides the pants the rest of the way down. "My imagination gets me by. Her ass. Your ass. Mmm." He steps back so he can unzip his jeans and kick them off.
"Take some pictures of mine if you like," Astarion laughs, squirming just
the slightest bit under Rosita's mouth. "Far be it from me to deprive you
from my better features when the technology exists."
She digs her fingers into Astarion's hip a bit, partially to feel him move against her, partially to hold him still while her kisses trail lower.
"Gives a different meaning to posterity, doesn't it?" she laughs, too, sneaking a peek over her shoulder at Jacob before sliding her free hand down between Astarion's legs to fondle him teasingly.
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Date: 2025-03-12 11:02 am (UTC)She settles herself right where she is, shifting her hips side to side to settle before she rolls them in a slow, deliberate grind as a tease for all three of them.
"You let us know if you change your mind, won't you, Jacob?" she purrs, but her attention is all on dragging her mouth down Astarion's neck to his chest.
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Date: 2025-03-12 11:33 am (UTC)He laughs and it's soft and deep, husky with fully realized want. They're a beautiful pair and he appreciates the way fabric and muscle move together.
"I don't intend on keeping my hands to myself the whole time." Just enough to embrace the emotions of having them here together.
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Date: 2025-03-12 12:15 pm (UTC)"Good, I've come to rather like your hands," Astarion murmurs, but he sounds just as distracted as he is - his gaze inevitably falling to Rosita as he watches the path she's taking, feels the brush of her warm lips against bare skin. His hands drop to the mattress as he leans back, giving her the full stretch of his chest and throat to explore as she pleases. Arousal pools at his core, heavy and sweet.
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Date: 2025-03-12 12:26 pm (UTC)And though they're still separated by fabric, she lets the slow, deepening grind of her hips where her thighs bracket Astarion's stay rhythmic as the tide, stoking her own arousal on a slow burn.
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Date: 2025-03-12 12:59 pm (UTC)She looks almost angelic and he knows that she is deliberately theatrical for their sake. That doesn't diminish anything for him.
He sits up, sliding his hand along her shirt. "Let's get this off you." He can watch and help.
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Date: 2025-03-12 01:11 pm (UTC)Astarion glances Jacob's way, biting his lip at the sight of him touching himself. He's hard himself, but under the warm weight of Rosita's body and the deliberate grind of her hips, he sees no reason to do anything for himself. There's a faint pink blush rising accross his chest, a little deeper at the points where Rosita's teeth made contact.
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Date: 2025-03-12 01:57 pm (UTC)"Here, take this too -" she offers, hooking her thumbs in the band of her sports bra and stretching lazily to pull it up and over and off as well, twirling it a few times around one finger like a lasso before tossing it to the floor. She pulls her knife in its sheath off her belt then and leans over to drop it onto the nearest table before returning her mouth to Astarion's skin, reaching almost-blindly over for Jacob, too.
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Date: 2025-03-12 02:22 pm (UTC)"Astarion, you're next."
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Date: 2025-03-12 02:28 pm (UTC)Astarion has already stripped to the waist, and reaches up to lazily run a hand up over Rosita's side and over her breast, thumb circling a nipple.
"Mm. If you want the rest of my clothes off then I'll have to move, won't I?"
He makes it sound like a tremendous challenge, and honestly, he's already very happy where he is.
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Date: 2025-03-13 01:09 am (UTC)"And so would I," she smiles, sly as a fox, and rocks her hips a bit more sharply in place as reward for them both - "Differently, anyway."
She reaches for Jacob, pulling him into a kiss, her other hand trailing idle patterns on Astarion's chest, unconsciously mirroring his on hers.
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Date: 2025-03-13 01:59 am (UTC)"I've had enough watching anyway," he murmurs as he speaks a fantasy. "You wanna use that pretty mouth on him while I fuck you?" he suggests. It will let him keep watching while engaging, too.
And they all deserve to be spoiled a little.
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Date: 2025-03-13 10:41 am (UTC)Astarion bites his lip briefly, feeling his cock throb under his clothes just at the thought of it.
"No objections here," he murmurs.
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Date: 2025-03-13 11:58 am (UTC)She'll reach a point soon enough where the friction won't be enough and she'll need more skin, more pressure, more touch to be able to feel anything herself, so she hums her approval and braces her hands on Astarion's hips to slide herself further back and kiss her way down his chest, down his stomach.
"We're all wearing too many pants for that, though."
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Date: 2025-03-13 12:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-13 12:56 pm (UTC)"Shush," Astarion chuckles, reaching down for the laces holding his trousers shut. "Maybe I ought to simply start insisting on nudity the moment we cross the threshold, mm?"
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Date: 2025-03-13 01:49 pm (UTC)"Do something about it then."
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Date: 2025-03-13 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-13 04:29 pm (UTC)"He'll keep you warm," Astarion jokes, watching them both as he starts to hitch his trousers down.
(If he's wearing his leathers a little less these days in favour of alternatives a little easier to remove, well, that's nobody's business but his.)
"I'm not so well equipped for that."
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Date: 2025-03-13 05:15 pm (UTC)"Oh, don't start with that," she admonishes Astarion, slipping her hands under him to help with the clothes, and to avail herself of a gratuitous grope of her own. "You're plenty well equipped, and it gets me plenty hot."
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Date: 2025-03-13 06:29 pm (UTC)"You know, I dream about this ass," he tells them both.
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Date: 2025-03-13 06:34 pm (UTC)Astarion pushes up against her touch, eyes closing for a moment as he makes a soft sound of pleasure - though he opens them again to watch Jacob spank her.
"And do those dreams match up to the reality? I'm sure your imagination can't do it justice," he murmurs, smiling slyly at Rosita.
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Date: 2025-03-14 03:37 pm (UTC)That and the sounds from Astarion, including the praise, which sets her to kissing down his belly and running her tongue along the muscle ringing his navel.
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Date: 2025-03-14 04:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-14 04:22 pm (UTC)"Take some pictures of mine if you like," Astarion laughs, squirming just the slightest bit under Rosita's mouth. "Far be it from me to deprive you from my better features when the technology exists."
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Date: 2025-03-15 11:28 am (UTC)"Gives a different meaning to posterity, doesn't it?" she laughs, too, sneaking a peek over her shoulder at Jacob before sliding her free hand down between Astarion's legs to fondle him teasingly.
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