Astarion was the only person at camp that could really get under his skin. In some ways, the two were twisted mirrors of each other, the funhouse versions of what each could have become under different circumstances. No matter how untrustworthy the pale elf was he was the only one who could truly see Jin, or at least see as much of him as anyone there could. He longed for that feeling. He wanted to have someone bear witness. When he sat there, unwrapped and unravelled, he felt seen.
Dim light made Jin's irises glisten and desire made his pupils dilate. He looked at Astarion, dazed, eyes almost glazed over when fingers graced the tender flesh of his neck and nodded. Heat tingled down his abdomen and made his legs quiver. His body and his arousal-swollen cock demanded relief but he resisted. His mind had shut off in some capacity, damn near hypnotized by the constant throbbing and twitching between his legs.
Astarion's demonstration made him whine. He knew before even trying it how much it would leave to be desired. What a tease.
"Fine," he muttered, submitting himself begrudgingly to the task. Quietly be began to count.
"One, two, three, four..."
He rocked back and forth slightly. Fingers fidgeted with the base of the tent beneath him to keep his hands busy somewhere away from his body. His gaze shifted back and forth from staring off to the side in embarrassment and looking back at Astarion in attempts to decode his expression.
Jin knew better than to try and rush through his count. If he did, he knew he'd be told to start over and do it properly. Still, as he counted, his body fought against the orders he was given. He continued to squirm in a futile attempt to mitigate the discomfort that gnawed at him.
"... twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen..."
The halfway mark was met with a shiver and a groan. He pouted. Relief was so close but it seemed miles away. When he glanced down at his erection he almost winced; the head was wet with precum that had started to drip down into a small wet spot between his legs. It twitched and almost seemed to writhe like an animal in pain. Numbers fell from his mouth clumsily and between hurried breaths.
"... twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six..."
His voice trembled. He tried to stay quiet but struggled against the increasingly intense wave of need that crashed against him over and over and over again. It had barely been a minute, but it seemed like it had been hours he had been counting with just how frustrated it made him. He longed to be overtaken, to feel Astarion's body against and inside his, but that had yet to really happen. Instead they exchanged words and acts of one-sided voyuerism in which Jin would perform and Astarion would direct. It was satisfying, but Jin still craved more.
"... twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine..."
His hand prematurely took the form he had been instructed in, his body betraying just how eager he was to move to the next act of their play in infinite parts.
The magic word. His hips raised up and his cock slid with ease between his fingers. He let out a moan of pleasure as his eyelids fluttered. Lips pulled into a grin as he stroked himself with three fingers. Toes curled and legs stiffened. An incomplete pleasure made him whimper.
He leaned forward and picked up his pace. His hand and hips worked in tandem to try and extract as much ecstasy as they could muster. Short, quick breaths accompanied his strokes. Jin knew he sat there like an obedient dog, doing as its trainer desired on command, but the sound of his own panting as he did is what really made him feel it in his gut. Some might call it pathetic, he thought, and that made tingles of want skitter up his spine. How embarrassing.
"How long do I have to do this for? At this rate it'll be morning before I get to finish..."