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This is Rosita. I'll hit you back when I can.

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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.

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.

"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."

Two of them are still learning one another; they're all learning each other together, whatever this is, or isn't. She notices the way Jacob hisses, the way he twitches against her, even before he says anything.

Then Astarion is bidding her to join him, and she twists to shift around behind him, too, still watching where the pair of them are leaned together.

"Always happy to be helpful," she murmurs, and slides her hand down from Astarion's elbow to his wrist and then where his fingers are pressed into Jacob's body; she doesn't usually have to do this, but it's not that she has zero experience, and she's sure to twist her finger into the available lube as well on the way to sliding her shorter digit in alongside Astarion's.

Astarion feels her slide her smaller, warmer finger into him, alongside his own, and nuzzles against Jacob's neck. Kisses him over and over, runs his tongue delicately over the spot he bit.

"There you go, Jacob," he purrs. "How does it feel?"

Three is entirely too many, he thinks, but, of course, hes proven wrong. He tries not to push back on them, tries not to rock his hips, but it's so much. He's rendered speechless for a moment, feeling very much the pampered prince with all hands on him.

"Fucking hell," he manages to gasp before he actually begs. "Please, goddammit."

Astarion has the teasing under control - the working in and out, the twisting. Rosita lets hers be steady, curling inside him, both stimulating and encouraging him to relax.

It's fascinating, and intimate in a way she hasn't experienced before; she kisses Astarion's hip shoulder where she's leaned close, steadies Jacob's hip with her spare hand.

"Just hold on," she soothes. "You're doing so well -"