Jacob leans down to kiss her, a filthy sort of groan leaving him at it, and then he props himself up with one hand. He rocks out of her, never leaving completely, and into Astarion, only to push back the other way. It takes a moment to find his rhythm, but once he does, he can take his entire mind out of the moment and focus just on the two of them, how they feel. It's an ever-constant assault of sensation and pleasure that arcs up his back. Tight heat and immense pressure, no way for him to catch a break.
And he loves it.
"Fuck, you both are going to fucking ruin me," he laments, not at all serious.
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Date: 2024-11-17 07:28 pm (UTC)From:And he loves it.
"Fuck, you both are going to fucking ruin me," he laments, not at all serious.