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Gale put the finishing touches on the chicken, and slid it into the oven to roast. Astarion was due home from his business trip any minute, according to his sending, and he knew he’d want to have some fun before they ate. While Astarion didn’t need to eat, he enjoyed his partner’s cooking. It was a little luxury Gale never tired of giving him.
As he stood, he felt a breath caress his neck, cold and familiar. He spun around to find himself face to face with Astarion. “Surprise,” the vampire said with a smirk.
“Star!” Gale exclaimed happily. “Keeping your rogue skills sharp, I see.”
“I wanted to surprise you,” Astarion said with a shrug.
“You’re lucky I was expecting you,” Gale answered. “Otherwise you would have copped a few magic missiles to the face.”
“What’s life without a little danger, darling?” Astarion asked flippantly, with a flick of his wrist.
“Very boring,” Gale agreed, and leaned forward to kiss him. Astarion hummed happily as he kissed him back.
“Who would have thought I’d be happy about being picked up by a nautiloid and infected with a mindflayer parasite?” Astarion murmured when they broke from the kiss. “And yet, here I am, free, with a wonderful partner. One that I have missed terribly.”
“Mmm, I blame it all on luck and vain,” Gale replied, quoting the song Tav had written.
Astarion smiled and buried his nose in Gale’s neck. “Your blood like wine, I wanted in. Oh darling, get me drunk and make me feel,” he whispered the next lines.
Gale tilted his head to the side, baring his neck, an invitation. One his partner took, fangs piercing his neck as his arms wrapped around him. Gale closed his eyes, his breath hitching. The first time this had happened, he’d thought he would never get used to it. But somehow, he had. And somewhere along the road, he realised he’d begun to enjoy it.
Astarion called it his ‘danger kink’, a term Gale protested, yet had admitted was correct. But why couldn’t he use better wording?!
Astarion pulled back from Gale’s neck and licked his lips. “Mmmm delicious,” he murmured, eyes hooded.
Gale pressed himself against Astarion, so the latter could feel his erection. “You know, I can think of something else rather delicious…”
Astarion’s pupils widened. “And what would that be?”
“Licking my homemade strawberry sauce off of you,” Gale answered huskily.
“Mmmm… now that’s an idea.” Astarion walked Gale backwards, while unbuttoning his own shirt, until they hit a clear bench. “Strawberry would taste absolutely divine on your skin.”
Pinning Gale against the bench with his hips, Astarion pulled off his shirt and threw it carelessly towards the door, leaving his chest bare. Gale immediately ran his hands over it, delighting in the smooth, cool skin beneath his hands.
Astarion pushed his hands up beneath Gale’s shirt, palms flat, the hem catching on his wrists and pulling it up. “You’re so warm,” he moaned, grinding his building erection against his partner’s own. Gale moaned in response.
With a flourish, Astarion pulled his partner’s shirt over his head, and tossed it behind him to flutter onto the floor. He gazed at the bared chest before him, with its dusting of soft hair, and reached past him to grab a bottle.
Gale realised it was one of his homemade sauces, probably the strawberry. Of course Astarion had moved him into a prime position to make good on his word.
His suspicions were confirmed, when Astarion opened the bottle with a pop, and tipped some of the thick lumpy sauce onto Gale’s chest. He bent his head to sniff at it, then began to lap it up, hands pressed to the wizard's sides.
Gale moaned, his head falling back. His partner smirked against his skin, and moved to one side, gently capturing a nipple between his teeth.
The moan that left the wizards mouth was obscene.
Astarion swirled his tongue around the nipple, sucking it all the while, as Gale groaned and writhed under him. After a few moments, he switched to the other nipple. Sweat was beginning to bead on Gale’s skin, and he ground himself against his partner, wanting to feel more friction, more pleasure. Astarion chuckled against his nipple.
Suddenly, Gale’s hands were in the vampire’s hair, pulling his head back. Astarion looked into the wizard’s eyes, and felt a wave of triumph wash over him. Gale’s pupils were blown wide, his face flushed, strands of hair sticking to his skin as he panted.
He had done this. He had given Gale so much pleasure he was beginning to fall apart in his hands.
It was so different from all those years under Cazador’s thumb, meant so much more. Gale knew what Cazador had made him do, what Astarion was, and hadn’t shied away. He let him touch him, love him, with no reservations or hesitations.
In fact, he reciprocated, wholly, unreservedly, with the entirety of his being. It still sometimes felt like a dream, a cruel joke. But even that feeling was occuring fewer and further between, allowing him to live in the here and now.
And here and now was a wizard being turned to putty in his hands, staring up at him with love and adoration in his eyes. Well, that and the desire to fuck him.
Gale smiled at him, and waved a hand. A movement in the corner of his eye made Astarion turn, seeing a bed had appeared in the kitchen, decadently draped in purple hangings. He turned back to his partner and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not fucking you on the kitchen floor,” Gale explained. “My knees couldn’t handle it.”
His words went straight to Astarion’s cock, as he imagined the feel of being inside Gale. He ran his hands down his sides to his arse, and lifted him. Gale’s legs immediately wrapped around his waist, and Astarion carried them both over to the bed, where he set the wizard down on his back.
Immediately, his hands found the hem of Gale’s pants, and tugged. Gale’s legs dropped from his waist to allow him to pull them off, along with his boxers. A glint caught Astarion’s eye, and he looked down to see a buttplug with a purple gem nestled between Gale’s cheeks.
“Well now, what’s this?” He asked, gently pressing on the gem. Gale moaned. “Did you prepare yourself in advance?”
“Of course,” Gale gasped out, as Astarion pressed the plug again.
“How considerate,” Astarion purred.
“Considerate? No,” Gale answered. “I just wanted to ride you faster when you got home.”
“Ah, but did you consider,” Astarion teased, kissing Gale’s knee. “That I also wanted you to ride me when I got home?”
“Keep this up, and I’ll spank you,” Gale answered.
Astarion’s eyes lit up. “Now there’s an idea…”
He stood, turned around, and wiggled his arse from side to side. Gale sat up with a laugh and a gasp, and swatted his behind. Astarion moaned at the slap.
“If you want me to do it properly, bend over the bed, and I shall,” Gale informed him.
Astarion turned with a raised eyebrow. “You know, I had my hopes when we got together. You're far surpassing them.”
He moved, and bent over the bed. Gale stood, and moved behind him. “What safeword do you want to use?”
“Safeword?” Astarion asked.
Gale's heart fell at the reminder of Astarion's past. “A safeword is a word you say to stop, absolutely and completely. Stop can be used in fun, therefore becomes too ambiguous, but the safeword is not.”
“I see,” Astarion replied. “Then my safeword shall be Withers.”
Gale tried to suppress his amusement at his choice. Their former companion was not someone they would casually bring up during sex. “Withers it is. Now, you need a second word, which means you want me to slow down. What shall it be?”
“Carrots,” Astarion answered.
“Alright,” Gale said. “Carrots it is. Now are you ready?”
Astarion wiggled his arse again. “Yes. Now spank me already!”
Gale lifted his hand, and brought it down onto Astarion's arse with a soft crack. Astarion turned his head, and snarked “You can do better than that!”
“Patience,” Gale replied. “I need to warm you up first.”
He drew his hand back again, and let it fall onto the opposite cheek that he had spanked last time. Astarion didn't make a sound. Gale alternated cheeks, getting a little harder as he went. Astarion began to moan, soft at first, then louder as he relaxed into the rhythm.
Astarion’s breathing and moans increased as his arse reddened. Gale paused, and ran his hands over the bruising flesh soothingly. “Carrots?” he asked softly.
Astarion shook his head. “No. I'm alright.”
“Are you sure? I won't be disappointed if you need to stop,” Gale replied, still rubbing his hands over his partner's arse. “Your enjoyment is what matters most to me.”
“I can keep going, darling” Astarion affirmed.
“Alright,” Gale assented. He patted Astarion's arse a final time, then landed a loud smack on the reddened cheek. His partner gasped, then moaned breathily. Another thwack, and another, and then another followed, each preceding one of those breathy moans.
Gale couldn't get enough of them, the sound going straight to his throbbing cock. He continued spanking his partner, but stopped when he noticed he was shaking.
“Are you alright, my love?” He asked, alarmed.
“I… don't know…” came the response.
Immediately, Gale was beside him on the bed, drawing him into his arms. “Tell me what's wrong.”
“I.. don't know if anything is ‘wrong’,” Astarion answered, voice unsure. “I feel kind of floaty. Good floaty.”
Gale breathed a sigh of relief. “You're in what's called ‘subspace’. It's alright. It's a good thing, and often what a sub in BDSM wants to experience.”
“Mmm,” Astarion murmured. “It does feel good.”
Gale silently cast a mage hand, and had it bring over a jar of oil. It would do for what he wanted to do next.
“I'm going to stop the spanking now,” Gale informed him. “Would you like me to give you a massage?”
“Yes, please,” Astarion dreamily answered.
“Alright. I need you to move up the bed a bit.”
Gale helped his partner move up the bed, took the jar from the mage hand with a thank you, and poured a little on his hand. He handed the jar back to the spectral hand, and rubbed his hands together to warm it up..
“I'm going to touch you now,” he informed Astarion.
He got a hum in response.
Gale set his hands on Astarion's lower back and carefully straddled his upper thighs. He moved his hands down and massaged his arse, getting the oil into the skin. Astarion let out another breathy moan that woke Gale's cock back up, it having flagged with his earlier concern.
Gale kept rubbing that perfect arse, marvelling how it had blushed crimson from his spanking, before moving up to his lower back. Astarion moaned again as Gale deftly rubbed the knots and tension free, adding more oil as needed, moving slowly upwards.
He felt the elf relax under his fingers, turning into a puddle, and worked his way back down until he reached that perfect arse again. He put a bit more oil on his fingers, and massaged it again. Astarion's breathing hitched, and he asked “Carrots?”
“Not carrots,” Astarion mumbled back. “But if you keep that up much longer, I'm going to flip you over and fuck you into this conjured mattress.”
“Oh?” Gale questioned.
“Every time you rub my arse, my cock is rubbing on these sheets,” Astarion explained.
“Oh!” Gale exclaimed, understanding. “Well, I wouldn't say no…”
“I am, however, very relaxed, and wouldn't mind not moving,” Astarion informed him.
“In that case, I could prepare you, and roll you over…” Gale offered, imagining fucking Astarion while the buttplug hit his protate with every thrust.
“That sounds positively heavenly, darling,” Astarion replied.
“In that case…let me help you roll over, my love, because I have ideas of what I can do to give you pleasure,” Gale said, his grin evident in his voice.
He helped Astarion roll over, and summoned another mage hand. Directing it to cover itself in oil, then to the elf's entrance, he shuffled down the bed. Taking one of Astarion's feet in his hands, he began to massage.
Astarion moaned, though whether from the massage of the mage hand, Gale was unsure. He kept it up, fingers kneading tension out, all while the mage hand slid a finger inside. When the wizard was sure Astarion's foot was relaxed enough, he dropped a quick kiss onto the top of it, then moved on to the other one.
The mage hand slid another finger inside, stretching as Astarion moaned and writhed. Gale watched him, entranced as he rubbed his foot.
Once it, too, was relaxed, he kissed the top of it, and set it down, watching his partner as the mage hand fucked and stretched him. It was a beautiful sight, watching the muscles work beneath that glowing alabaster skin.
Gale summoned another mage hand, and brought over the strawberry sauce from earlier. Kneeling between Astarion's thighs, he poured a line from just above his hard cock and up his stomach. He heard the elf's sudden intake of breath, and smiled.
The sauce glimmered in the light, blood red against the perfect pale marble of Astarion's skin. Gale lent forward, and began to lap it up, drinking in Astarion's moans as he did so.
Gale began to crawl as he licked further up, until the sticky sauce was all gone. He grabbed the bottle, and looked at Astarion's face. “Look at me.”
Ruby eyes met brown, and Gale lifted the bottle, tipping it to pour over the pale chest. Astarion’s lips parted at the sight, and with a wicked grin, Gale lowered himself down to taste the sticky syrup.
Astarion moaned and bucked his hips.
Gale worked his lips and tongue, kissing and licking his way up the alabaster skin, holding the elf's torso in his hands, until all of the strawberry was gone.
He pulled back, wiping his mouth to remove the last traces of the sauce away. Astarion was a whimpering mess under him, both from Gale's ministrations, and the mage hand still working below.
“Please…” Astarion begged.
“Please what?” Gale asked.
“Please, fuck me,” Astarion whined.
“And how do you want me to fuck you?” Gale asked again, looking into Astarion's eyes.
“Just fuck me!” Astarion exclaimed.
“Not until you tell me what you want,” Gale stated firmly. “I want to hear your words.”
Astarion whimpered again, but said “I want your cock in me. Please, please I need it!”
“Consider it most enthusiastically done,” Gale answered, and dismissed the mage hand. A quick whisper conjured some grease, which he rubbed over his cock, making a show of the process, before cleaning his hand with a prestidigitation.
Astarion shifted under him, impatient. “Just fuck me already!”
Gale chuckled, and lined himself up. “Are you sure?”
“GALE!”
With another chuckle, Gale slid inside and sighed in pleasure. Astarion always felt so good around his cock. He began to move, and moaned at the sensation.
“Faster!” Astarion demanded, thrusting his hips.
“Patience,” Gale replied, slowing his movement.
“Fuck patience! Just fuck me into the mattress already!”
“Oh, now you want to use your words?” Gale teased. “Your wish is my command!”
He began to pound into Astarion, hard and fast. The buttplug within him pressed against his prostate with every thrust, sending frissons of pleasure up and down his spine.
Astarion writhed beneath him, back arching, hips thrusting, fingers digging into Gale's back. Gale kept up his brutal pace, running through the various tenses of Calimshite to try and hold back his impending orgasm.
It was exceedingly difficult, what with Astarion under him, chanting his name like a holy prayer.
He could feel it, deep within a his soul, like a pulsing heartbeat, a living thing, the love he held for this man, this elf, in whose body he was losing himself, bit by bit, like he had already lost his heart.
And then Astarion screamed, coating them both with his cum. Gale also tipped over the edge into his own orgasm, not realising he was also chanting, though not a name, but a phrase.
“I love you,” he groaned into Astarion's shoulder as he came down from the peak. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” Astarion breathed back.
They lay together for a time, Gale slumped on top of of Astarion like a warm weighted blanket. Finally, he rolled off onto his side, one arm still draped over the elf's hip. “Would you like a cup of tea?”
“That sounds delightful,” Astarion answered.
Gale sat up with a wince, and cast a mage hand, directing it to prepare two cups of tea. Once they were done, the hand brought them over, and Gale accepted them.
Astarion sat up to take his cup, and rested his head on Gale's shoulder. “That was amazing my love. We must do that again.”
Gale leaned his head against Astarion's. “We definitely do.” He winced, and rolled over to remove the buttplug, casting prestidigitation to clean it, and set it on the bed. “Though next time, possibly without the buttplug. I had to recite the twenty nine different Calimshite tenses so as not to orgasm too prematurely.”
“I thought you slept through most of your Calimshite lessons?” Astarion asked.
“I did, that's why I chose it,” Gale replied.
Astarion chuckled. “Don't ever change.”
“Oh, have no fear of that,” Gale declared. “You love me for who I am, a fact I am eternally grateful for.”
Astarion turned his head to kiss Gale's jaw. “I could say the same for you.”
Gale turned to kiss Astarion in return. The kiss turned into two, then three, then a mage hand was summoned to hold their cups as they languidly kissed on the bed, holding each other, until the timer for the chicken went off.