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October Catchall
Who: Jarlaxle and You
Status: Open
Where: All over, including the ocean!
What: Catchall for event stuff and whatever else might happen during the month of October.
Warnings: Smut's in here eventually RIP
Spirited | Nogard/Naughtilust]
[He's normally a little... eccentric, one could say. He's typically very energetic, so him being out on the town, specifically haunting every tavern, brothel, restaurant and entertainment establishment he can get into isn't necessarily strange!
It's really more the fact that he doesn't seem to be getting tired any time soon. Or perhaps it's the fact that he's been sitting here, talking, knocking back drink after drink after drink, and doesn't look like he's ready to call it a night at glass number seven.
Or maybe it's the endless, breathless, excited stories of, what else but,]
I would never lie about a ghost, look me in the face and tell me that I have the seeming of a liar.
[With his one visible eye over bright, the drow not even trying to put on a more serious face; that grin is as bright as it is wide, his words crisp and clear despite the tankard sitting in his hand half empty.]
They're far less terrifying than you've been lead to believe, I assure you. Intoxicating would be the better word for it, if I had to pick one at all. I wouldn't even say that they even appear frightening, unlike the spirits I'm familiar with from home. I've half a mind to go back out and find at least ten more before sunrise.
I'd be keen on company as well, should you have the heart and guts for it of course.
[You don't wanna be a big baby do you?]
[Bounties]
[Two texts appear on the shellphone, hours apart from the other.]
[first]
Seeking: fishing party for day excursion. Spoils to be split evenly between all members. If interested please respond to this message for further instruction.
Bring your own weapon. (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏᵞᵒᵘ*
[Because that's a normal thing to ask for a fishing trip right]
[second]
Any thrill seekers out and about? Which one of you are interested in spicing up a boring evening with a little bit of specter spotting?
Potentially specter dispelling, it depends on if the spotting part is accomplished or not.
Status: Open
Where: All over, including the ocean!
What: Catchall for event stuff and whatever else might happen during the month of October.
Warnings: Smut's in here eventually RIP
Spirited | Nogard/Naughtilust]
[He's normally a little... eccentric, one could say. He's typically very energetic, so him being out on the town, specifically haunting every tavern, brothel, restaurant and entertainment establishment he can get into isn't necessarily strange!
It's really more the fact that he doesn't seem to be getting tired any time soon. Or perhaps it's the fact that he's been sitting here, talking, knocking back drink after drink after drink, and doesn't look like he's ready to call it a night at glass number seven.
Or maybe it's the endless, breathless, excited stories of, what else but,]
I would never lie about a ghost, look me in the face and tell me that I have the seeming of a liar.
[With his one visible eye over bright, the drow not even trying to put on a more serious face; that grin is as bright as it is wide, his words crisp and clear despite the tankard sitting in his hand half empty.]
They're far less terrifying than you've been lead to believe, I assure you. Intoxicating would be the better word for it, if I had to pick one at all. I wouldn't even say that they even appear frightening, unlike the spirits I'm familiar with from home. I've half a mind to go back out and find at least ten more before sunrise.
I'd be keen on company as well, should you have the heart and guts for it of course.
[You don't wanna be a big baby do you?]
[Bounties]
[Two texts appear on the shellphone, hours apart from the other.]
[first]
Seeking: fishing party for day excursion. Spoils to be split evenly between all members. If interested please respond to this message for further instruction.
Bring your own weapon. (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏᵞᵒᵘ*
[Because that's a normal thing to ask for a fishing trip right]
[second]
Any thrill seekers out and about? Which one of you are interested in spicing up a boring evening with a little bit of specter spotting?
Potentially specter dispelling, it depends on if the spotting part is accomplished or not.
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He steps in properly, passing the length of rope between his hands as he does. Partially uncoiled, better to show the material and length. Cotton by the looks of it, slim, new and soft.]
It'd look even better on you.
[Right to the chase, the drow was clearly eager to start.]
Should you like, I'd be more than happy to help you change.
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[ It's easy for him to agree, and easier still to start undressing for Jarlaxle. The texts were clearly for this purpose, they were both consenting adults who knew what they wanted. Why wait and waste the time on small talk? ]
If you want the excuse to touch me, by all means. Otherwise I'm perfectly capable.
[ Indeed, he's pulling his shirt off as he says it. ]
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No, there's a very luxuriously made bed just for this occasion actually, it'd be a crime not to use it. One that Astarion is being shepherded towards, potentially leaving a trail of clothes in their wake though Jarlaxle has barely done away with any of his own attire. The shimmering cloak was tossed over a chair, boots kicked away, a couple belts left behind, but the focus was clearly on Astarion here.]
I trust you'll inform me should anything not suit you.
[It's not a question, he damn well knows Astarion will keep him well informed about what is and isn't permissible.]
cw: referenced dub/noncon
[ The words sound so confident from his mouth, but it's something he's been working on with Xenk, lately. Something he was never afforded the luxury of before. But figuring out where those lines were, exactly, was easier said than done.
It's far simpler to let Jarlaxle lead him back to bed. Simpler to let each other pluck off pieces of clothing and kick off boots and leave a trail of clothes behind them to the bed. He helps as much as he can with both of them, as greedy and eager for Jarlaxle as the drow seems to be for him.
Once he's naked, at least, he climbs into bed and sits, looking up at Jarlaxle with wanting eyes. ]
How will you have me?
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The rope had of course, come along for the ride, and as Astarion climbed onto the bed, Jarlaxle followed, his free hand ghosting along pale exposed skin with a feather-light touch. One he'd every intention of intensifying later.]
Sitting, faced away.
[Close though, that much was clear. The drow would urge the other man closer with his free hand, practically trying to coax him into his lap.]
I'll bind your body first, before your arms.
[Better then to allow Astarion to gauge how it felt as they went, before Jarlaxle actually restrained him properly.]
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The ghosting touch warms him up and he nods at the direction. He can tell Jarlaxle is taking care with it, that this order is deliberate. He takes a centering breath and turns, trying not to think about how his scars are on full display for him.
At least he can focus on Jarlaxle's voice and the way he draws him back, and Astarion follows, moving back so that he's quite close, although not quite in his lap. ]
Like this?
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Yes, just like that. Very good.
[While he could move far quicker with this, the entire idea behind the art was sensuality. This wasn't a matter of trying to restrain an enemy as quickly as possible after all. He started at his neck, down diagonally across the collarbones, the ropes slowly tightening as each knot was made, and each length was placed. Zigzagging across his chest in an X-pattern, which then became a diamond shape, the drow moving to press his chest against Astarion's back with his chin resting upon his shoulder. Though he paid attention to what he was doing he couldn't help but place a soft kiss against the other man's neck.
Lower still, passing over the expanse of his stomach, before his hands slipped downwards to pass the rope between the other man's inner thighs. The drow made no effort to avoid teasing, his fingers brushing down along the length of Astarion's cock, gently cupping his sac as the rope slipped past these as well. The fabric close enough to allow some friction, but not enough for it to be satisfyingly consistent. The idea was obvious: to arouse and keep the man on edge, but far from satisfied.]
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But however meditative he might have been, when Jarlaxle touches his cock he jolts back to reality, his eyes opening as he draws in a breath. Perhaps because of how focused he'd been on sensation, even that brush of fingers feels like so much, and the press of the rope already tells him it's going to drive him absolutely mad.
Good. That'll be fun. ]
You were a quick study with this.
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What can I say, it was a very engaging demonstration. I could hardly bring myself to look away.
[For a good reason, clearly. He was content for the moment, to just remain like this, pressed against the other man. Admiring the ropework against Astarion's skin and enjoying the closeness of it all. That, and he was taking a moment to wholly gauge Astarion's mood. Tenseness? Discomfort? Any indication that there might be some trepidation at all would see the knots loosened again of course, and should nothing come, he'd speak again before long.]
I would bind your arms next, should you like. Though I do love to feel your hands upon me, I'll admit the sight of them bound behind you is nevertheless an attractive thought.
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Consider me at your mercy.
[ He puts his hands behind his back, submitting to their next step. Jarlaxle will find no resistance, he's free to guide his arms wherever they need to go. ]
Just be careful with my hands, they are my best asset, you know.
[ It is said mostly in jest, a cheeky way to keep flirting with him as they do this. ]
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[A rogue's finest tool and all. But he would cheerfully enlighten Astarion on just a few other of the man's assets, as he pulled up another length of cord to begin winding it about his upper arms, starting above the elbows.]
Your voice, if I would start as chastely as I could, though the things it does to me are admittedly far from it...
[Two loops, and the upper arms were connected. He moved to coax Astarion to straighten both arms, reaching downwards to pull both the mans hands together so that they would clasp the other.]
The sweet softness of your lips, deceptively tender considering how I know you can use that tongue of yours. Your wit is as sharp as your bite, and I'd welcome experiencing both, at your leisure.
[Downwards the rope went, under the elbows, a line of that cord threading between his arms all the way down.]
The taste of you on my tongue, as sweet as wine, the feel of your skin against mine, the sensation of you around me as I sink to the hilt within you...
[He'd finished the ropes, though at what point was hard to tell. His hands had instead gone to rest upon Astarion's hips, slipping down until they were just shy of his cock. Trailing up and down his stomach as he spoke to him, the press of his lips against the other man's neck betraying the smile on the drow's face.]
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And the thing is, Astarion knows, objectively, that he's attractive. That he's good at sex. He wouldn't have been able to seduce so many people over the years if he hadn't been. Wouldn't have been able to ruin so many lives. But to be told it by the poor souls he'd picked as his marks is an entirely different thing than hearing it from Jarlaxle. Jarlaxle, the only person he's ever had sex with on more than one occasion. His words mean so much more than any other's could ever mean, and the compliments hit him warm and true. Pleasing to hear, pleasing to receive.
Is it any wonder, then, that he would submit to him? That he would let him guide and bind him?
The position leaves a gentle tug in his shoulder, one that is more pleasurable than painful, another grounding sensation the way the knots had been has he'd tied them against his body. But then, just as he had after tying them, Jarlaxle goes back to teasing. So close and yet so far, touching him while speaking of such sweet memories. Kissing his neck, when he knows he's weak to it. That's probably cheating. But only in the best way. ]
You always feel so good inside me. How could I resist?
[ And it is true, but it's not the thing that catches his attention the most. Of course its the mention of his bite, the fact that Jarlaxle would accept it again, that really gets him. His mind races with the excitement of it, blurring the two desires together, until he imagines how lovely it would be to ride his cock and bite him at the same time, how decadent and selfish, and yet, how wonderful. ]
Will you bury your cock in me like this? Keep me still so you can take your pleasure?
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[Casually said, but a solemn promise. He would to be sure. When he was good and ready to, but at the moment he had other ideas. Pressed against the back of him like this, his hands caressing his body, he was keen to take advantage of the fact that Astarion was, for the moment being, unable to do anything other than accept all the attention Jarlaxle was about to give him.]
For now, however, I would rather take my time. To appreciate the man before me now.
[One kiss split the sentence, pressed against the nape of Astarion's neck. Another punctuated its ending, lower this time against his shoulder as the drow's hands dragged up along the other man's bound body.]
I would like to memorize every dip, every curve. Commit to memory what you feel like on my hands, upon my lips. Would you let me?
[He paused, to rest his chin upon Astarion's shoulder, loosely embracing the other man as he did.]
Let me give you tonight the adoration you deserve.
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But the idea of being touched everywhere, of being adored, of deserving, clearly sits a little bit harder with him. There's a discomfort there, a shift, but he hasn't quite decided if he dislikes the idea. It is simply that something inside of him doesn't know how to handle it. Doesn't know what you do with an offer like that. ]
I...
[ He finds himself at a loss for words, which is pretty new!! Give him a second. ]
Alright.
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At your permission I will start, and at your first request I'll stop.
[Bound though he might be, the reins were still placed squarely in the other man's hands. It was up to Astarion to decide whether or not the drow's word was good enough to trust now, as he moved to wholly embrace him from behind, placing a warm and tender open mouthed kiss to his neck.]
I'm sure you've heard your fill of compliments here. Permit me yet still to add more to the collection, I can't help but speak them.
[His kisses slipped lower, down to his shoulder, his touch shifting from a mere embrace to an actual, exploring touch, one hand tracing over the curve of his collar bone, down the dip of the clavicle to the soft skin of his chest. The other slipped lower to press against his stomach, flat against the firm muscle there before dipping lower still. Sliding along the line of his Adonis belt, tracing up to his hip. He dared to nip at his neck, before laving over the point as if to apologize.]
But you are, wholly, beautiful. Uniquely so. A flash of starlight that has chosen to spend a moment with me. I would taste every part of you and beg for just one more bite, and be grateful for the samples you'd permit for me to have.
[His fingers gently caught one nipple, briefly rolling it between his fingers before slipping to follow the contour of a pectoral. The other pressed itself now against his lower belly, his fingers just shy of the base of his cock.]