Her mouth on him is the sweetest torture, at least until she pulls away. They kiss and Jacob immediately buries his face along the elf's shoulders and neck, glad for the opportunity to be close. His blood runs hot and every touch just builds him up, and small kisses turn to bites, to groans.
"Come here," he mutters to him, eager for his chance to taste her on his tongue.
Rosita is eager to meet him, lips parted slightly in the kiss to deepen it, unhesitating. She's quick to help him, too, although she admittedly has limited experience with pants that lace closed.
She's a quick study, and she smooths her palm down his stomach and thigh, helping push at his clothes the way he did so politely for her.
"That's right," she purrs, nails light along Jacob's ribs. "You were both so patient, you deserve some fun."
"You're mad if you think I'm not having an immense amount of fun
already," Astarion purrs, then kisses Jacob. It's open mouthed, filthy,
partly to put on a show and partly to make it easier for him to share what
lingers of Rosita on his tongue.
He grunts an agreement, but it's all he can do before he's moaning into that kiss, his fingers in his hair.
With as much coordination as he can muster, he pushes his jeans down below his hips, breaking the kiss long enough to let them fall into a puddle on the floor. Then he's back with them, back to the kiss, his hand trailing down to stroke along Astarion's cock. "You've been working so fucking hard. Let us treat you, huh."
It makes her laugh, and that feels good, too, honestly.
She's still a little jelly jointed but Jacob has a good plan there so she twists over on her side, pushes herself up put of the way so they can both reach Astarion better, tracing a hand each up and back down the line of their spines, kissing Jacob's shoulder, Astarion's chest, back again lazily but attentive.
Astarion drifts into the tangle of it, his hands moving constantly, lips
drifting over skin and palms sliding everywhere they can reach. His touch
seems lazy and random but it's calculated, seeking out sensitive spots and
thin skin where he'll get the most response. Give the most pleasure.
He can't help that he's drifting into a slightly other place, one where
his body go into a well-established autopilot while his mind detaches.
"If you don't think I'm being thoroughly indulged already," he murmurs.
"I think Rosita made some lovely suggestions earlier, mm?"
With Jacob in the middle, both taking and taken at once.
He shudders at the thought of it, of being between the two of them, of having any attention on him. But they're different, they're safe, and the shudder is one of pleasure and anticipation, not anxiety.
"Yeah," he mutters. "Yeah, that sounds really fucking good."
He pulls back from Astarion just enough to capture Rosita's mouth in a bruising, needy kiss.
She's there, she's right there, and she leaves herself wide open to wherever Astarion wants to put his hands, takes several of the same liberties herself; when Jacob kisses her she meets him in kind, pressing her lips together when they break apart to feel the way it stings.
She flashes a quick smirk, and peels herself away long enough to stretch over and reach her pack; she may not have a strap-on hidden away anywhere, but she does come back with a tube of lube that she did have the forethought to keep near.
"Here," she offers even she slides her knee in between Jacob's, rubbing up and down along his thigh to ground them both here in this present where they are, indeed, safe.
"You are exceptionally well prepared," Astarion murmurs, lips quirking
upwards in delight as he accepts the tube. He finally does away with the
rest of his clothes, shifting closer to Jacob to gently manhandle him
between their bodies, kissing at his shoulders and nape.
"Would you like Rosita to help me?" he whispers in his ear, loud enough to
carry to her. "Do you want to feel how you'll open up for her?"
His eyes follow her hands as they bring back the lube, and he sits up as she slides between him. "Yeah, that's an essential," he teases gently, but he's grateful for it. He certainly hadn't anticipated this.
He lets Astarion move him, though he reaches up for his hand as he leans back into him. The question gets a nod. "Fuck yes."
"I pride myself on it," she teases in return even though it's absolutely true. Then Astarion is proposing that, and Jacob is accepting, and she's quick to act on it. She braces her hands against Jacob's hips, pressing him back into Astarion on the other side of him as she licks, and lips, and even sucks here and there her way down his body. Her hands slide around the curve of his ass as she does, kneading into the muscle there, mouthing a hot, moist trail along the front of his hip.
"Oh," Astarion sighs, more a soft exhalation than anything else, as he watches her work.
He uncaps the lube with a sharp click, and when his fingertips slide over Jacob's perineum they're cool and slippery. He rubs and massages slowly, finally starting to circle his hole and press lightly, barely breaching his body without quite pushing in.
He leans back into Astarion, arching his hips forward slightly as Rosita's mouth teases so close. It helps keep him distracted at the initial pressure of Astarion's fingers, though he knows what to expect now. He gets firm fingers in her hair, not pulling yet but still there.
"It's alright," he tells Astarion in a murmur, adding playfully: "Unless you're just going to be a goddamn tease."
Rosita feels Jacob trying to press back and, playfully, she braces him from doing so. She can't see what Astarion is doing but she can guess.
"Oh, Jacob," she sighs, fondly admonishing. Her eyes flick up and meet Astarion's around the buffer of him. "He's proven he's anything but already." She, on the other hand, breathes hit and heavy and close over the sensitive skin of his dick without actually more than brushing him with her lips.
"Fuck," he breathes, shuddering at the twin sensations, both as frustrating as they are pleasurable. "Fuck you both, actually."
He's relaxed after an initial twitch as Astarion's finger fucks him slowly, and leans his head back to stare up at the ceiling. He massages his fingers in Rosita's hair, letting her lead. "This was a goddamn good idea," he mutters.
"In time," she promises, sliding her hands down to swipe through the lube Astarion has spread around. She doesn't need much, mostly just enough to keep it comfortable when she takes him in hand.
"You two do make a lovely sight," she sighs happily, leaning enough against Jacob to be able to see around him to Astarion as he works - reaching, too, to stroke along the elf's side and feel the muscles working to keep them all where they are.
"So do you two," Astarion murmurs, a pleased shiver going through him at the touch. "I'd think the fact he's already fucked us both would be more memorable, don't you?"
Teasing shamelessly, right at the moment that he curls his finger into Jacob's prostate.
It might almost be too much, but Jacob doesn't fight himself at all. He surrenders completely to them both, his breath coming ragged and shallow, their hands working wonders.
Even having done this once before, Jacob groans shamelessly with the shock of pleasure Astarion gives him, searching out Rosita to kiss in a rush. It takes him a moment before he's relaxing back into Astarion even more.
She welcomes him in, first proper and sweet, but it only takes a moment before she follows the lead Astarion set earlier and parts her lips, unabashed and as willing to take as she is to give this attention. She strokes him a few times, firm but mostly a distraction counterpoint to what Astarion is doing, or perhaps a preview; she has to strain a bit to reach Astarion when she and Jacob break but she suspects he'll meet her halfway when she leans up to kiss him, too.
She takes pity quickly, though, and then she's turning to arch her back against his front, to guide him to slide mostly uselessly between her thighs.
"I think it's his own fault, being so good we both want a piece now."
Astarion does indeed lean forward over Jacob to kiss her sweetly, if only for a moment.
"Oh, certainly. The victim of his own success - and here we are, demanding so much of him. Poor thing."
He teases in a second finger, twisting his fingers in a slow corkscrew motion, determined to get him ready as quickly as possible without hurting him. It's not as if he's already short on distractions, but regardless, he reaches around Jacob's body with his free hand to pinch a nipple lightly.
He rests his head against Astarion's shoulder, the hand not in Rosita's hair gripping the elf's thigh with tight fingers. "This is how I always dreamed I'd die," he tells them both, voice low and husky with desperation.
Feeling so much the object of his own lust, he rocks back against Astarion's fingers, desperate for the same thing. Fingers are fine, but he wants to be opened up by him. He wants to fuck more than the space between Rosita's thighs. It feels good to want.
"Not yet." She grinds back into him, keeps her legs tight, winding them both up. She's still building back up from the number Astarion did on her already, but that's not what this is about.
She sinks down deeper on her knees, pulling her own hair in Jacob's grip, eyes half closed as she navigates by feel sliding down his body to be able to get into a position to give him what he wants on her side. "We need you here."
"Precisely," Astarion murmurs. "You're not dying on our watch. Rosita, darling, he said he'd like you to help me - perhaps you'd lend a hand? Or just a finger, at least."
He's relaxed enough now to take one more, he thinks, and kisses across Jacob's neck before nipping his neck - too shallowly to draw blood, but hard enough to sting.
The flash of pain, the skin between sharp teeth, makes him hiss, and he raises up in a flinch, against where Rosita has positioned herself. "Keep that up and I won't last," he mutters.
He tangles his fighters tighter in her hair and kisses her deeply once she's free. With a grin, he adds: "You can touch and get fucked."
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"Come here," he mutters to him, eager for his chance to taste her on his tongue.
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She's a quick study, and she smooths her palm down his stomach and thigh, helping push at his clothes the way he did so politely for her.
"That's right," she purrs, nails light along Jacob's ribs. "You were both so patient, you deserve some fun."
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"You're mad if you think I'm not having an immense amount of fun already," Astarion purrs, then kisses Jacob. It's open mouthed, filthy, partly to put on a show and partly to make it easier for him to share what lingers of Rosita on his tongue.
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With as much coordination as he can muster, he pushes his jeans down below his hips, breaking the kiss long enough to let them fall into a puddle on the floor. Then he's back with them, back to the kiss, his hand trailing down to stroke along Astarion's cock. "You've been working so fucking hard. Let us treat you, huh."
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She's still a little jelly jointed but Jacob has a good plan there so she twists over on her side, pushes herself up put of the way so they can both reach Astarion better, tracing a hand each up and back down the line of their spines, kissing Jacob's shoulder, Astarion's chest, back again lazily but attentive.
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Astarion drifts into the tangle of it, his hands moving constantly, lips drifting over skin and palms sliding everywhere they can reach. His touch seems lazy and random but it's calculated, seeking out sensitive spots and thin skin where he'll get the most response. Give the most pleasure.
He can't help that he's drifting into a slightly other place, one where his body go into a well-established autopilot while his mind detaches. "If you don't think I'm being thoroughly indulged already," he murmurs. "I think Rosita made some lovely suggestions earlier, mm?"
With Jacob in the middle, both taking and taken at once.
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"Yeah," he mutters. "Yeah, that sounds really fucking good."
He pulls back from Astarion just enough to capture Rosita's mouth in a bruising, needy kiss.
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She flashes a quick smirk, and peels herself away long enough to stretch over and reach her pack; she may not have a strap-on hidden away anywhere, but she does come back with a tube of lube that she did have the forethought to keep near.
"Here," she offers even she slides her knee in between Jacob's, rubbing up and down along his thigh to ground them both here in this present where they are, indeed, safe.
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"You are exceptionally well prepared," Astarion murmurs, lips quirking upwards in delight as he accepts the tube. He finally does away with the rest of his clothes, shifting closer to Jacob to gently manhandle him between their bodies, kissing at his shoulders and nape.
"Would you like Rosita to help me?" he whispers in his ear, loud enough to carry to her. "Do you want to feel how you'll open up for her?"
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He lets Astarion move him, though he reaches up for his hand as he leans back into him. The question gets a nod. "Fuck yes."
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She braces her hands against Jacob's hips, pressing him back into Astarion on the other side of him as she licks, and lips, and even sucks here and there her way down his body. Her hands slide around the curve of his ass as she does, kneading into the muscle there, mouthing a hot, moist trail along the front of his hip.
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"Oh," Astarion sighs, more a soft exhalation than anything else, as he watches her work.
He uncaps the lube with a sharp click, and when his fingertips slide over Jacob's perineum they're cool and slippery. He rubs and massages slowly, finally starting to circle his hole and press lightly, barely breaching his body without quite pushing in.
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"It's alright," he tells Astarion in a murmur, adding playfully: "Unless you're just going to be a goddamn tease."
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"Oh, Jacob," she sighs, fondly admonishing. Her eyes flick up and meet Astarion's around the buffer of him. "He's proven he's anything but already." She, on the other hand, breathes hit and heavy and close over the sensitive skin of his dick without actually more than brushing him with her lips.
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Astarion smiles down at her over Jacob's shoulder, just taking in the sight of her, of them. So much bare skin, so much warmth. He's aching.
"It looks like I'm not the one you have to worry about," he agrees, and pushes one finger inside him, fucking him shallowly in a steady rhythm.
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He's relaxed after an initial twitch as Astarion's finger fucks him slowly, and leans his head back to stare up at the ceiling. He massages his fingers in Rosita's hair, letting her lead. "This was a goddamn good idea," he mutters.
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"You two do make a lovely sight," she sighs happily, leaning enough against Jacob to be able to see around him to Astarion as he works - reaching, too, to stroke along the elf's side and feel the muscles working to keep them all where they are.
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"So do you two," Astarion murmurs, a pleased shiver going through him at the touch. "I'd think the fact he's already fucked us both would be more memorable, don't you?"
Teasing shamelessly, right at the moment that he curls his finger into Jacob's prostate.
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Even having done this once before, Jacob groans shamelessly with the shock of pleasure Astarion gives him, searching out Rosita to kiss in a rush. It takes him a moment before he's relaxing back into Astarion even more.
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She takes pity quickly, though, and then she's turning to arch her back against his front, to guide him to slide mostly uselessly between her thighs.
"I think it's his own fault, being so good we both want a piece now."
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Astarion does indeed lean forward over Jacob to kiss her sweetly, if only for a moment.
"Oh, certainly. The victim of his own success - and here we are, demanding so much of him. Poor thing."
He teases in a second finger, twisting his fingers in a slow corkscrew motion, determined to get him ready as quickly as possible without hurting him. It's not as if he's already short on distractions, but regardless, he reaches around Jacob's body with his free hand to pinch a nipple lightly.
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Feeling so much the object of his own lust, he rocks back against Astarion's fingers, desperate for the same thing. Fingers are fine, but he wants to be opened up by him. He wants to fuck more than the space between Rosita's thighs. It feels good to want.
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She sinks down deeper on her knees, pulling her own hair in Jacob's grip, eyes half closed as she navigates by feel sliding down his body to be able to get into a position to give him what he wants on her side. "We need you here."
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"Precisely," Astarion murmurs. "You're not dying on our watch. Rosita, darling, he said he'd like you to help me - perhaps you'd lend a hand? Or just a finger, at least."
He's relaxed enough now to take one more, he thinks, and kisses across Jacob's neck before nipping his neck - too shallowly to draw blood, but hard enough to sting.
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He tangles his fighters tighter in her hair and kisses her deeply once she's free. With a grin, he adds: "You can touch and get fucked."
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