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Gale’s eyes glanced around the room but there was little he wanted to look at he found. Well there was one person who his eyes kept straying to.
Tav somehow managed to look resplendent even in these questionable surrounds. She looked almost comfortable with the way she was chatting with some of the others in the room. She’d looked that way in Sharess’ Caress too when they’d been in Baldur’s Gate. He found it amusing because he knew very well she’d never been a patron at a brothel before. She’d even very graciously turned down the Drow twins who had propositioned them both.
At his request.
The Laughing Lass was a brothel not surprisingly far from his home and while he’d certainly been inside it before, he’d also never been a customer. Sometimes, one had to drag their very inebriated classmates from certain trouble in their youth.
The thought of paying for sex had always left him feeling… slimy. Not that he had any opinions on the prostitutes themselves, the sale of one’s body was bound to happen. Be it through skin trade or being a sellsword. No, he just always needed to know there was no reason a person was with him aside from just the desire to be with him.
Which was exactly why Tav and nearly toppled over when he’d revealed that his secret plan for the night was to visit the brothel. She’d even gone so far as to examine him for enthrallment or general illness.
“Your room key,” a silky voice said from over Gale’s shoulder.
He turned to find the proprietor standing behind him with a key outstretched in her palm. He took it with a gracious smile. He did his best to keep his smile from twisting when he realized the room number was one of the ones on the top most floor. The kind of room paid for in heaps and heaps of gold so the buyer could forget where they were. He wondered how much lighter his pockets would be by the end of the night.
When he tapped on Tav’s shoulder she turned to him with a grin.
“Come with me?” Gale asked holding up their room key.
“Oh?” It was more of a curious sound than an actual question when she eyed what he was holding. She then graciously exited whatever conversation she was having and made to follow him.
As he led her up the stairs, down a magically quieted hall, and up further stairs, Gale couldn’t resist rolling his eyes for no one in particular to see. He only glanced over his shoulders to check for Tav once and found her eyeing the various explicit paintings that decorated the halls. Finally, he found their room.
With a quick turn of the key and only a small amount of flourish, Gale pushed open the door to their room. Tav let out a delighted gasp and Gale realized then that he’d made the right decision.
“Astarion!” She yelled and threw herself into the room, directly into the vampire’s arms.
Astarion somehow managed to keep the goblet he was holding from spilling as she did. It was a skill Gale was a little envious of, given that there were a number of stains around the floor of various desks and tables in their home.
“Hello darling,” Astarion said with his usual affection towards Tav, “I’m glad to see you could find the room.”
The last part of course was said at Gale, which confirmed his theory that the room had been chosen solely to irritate him.
“Easy enough,” Gale agreed as he moved into the room, carefully closing the door behind him, “not the first time I’ve been here.”
Astarion raised an eyebrow in a mixture of disbelief and approval.
“I’m so happy to see you,” Tav said pulling back from the hug she’d wrapped Astarion in.
Gale noticed she didn’t pull away from the vampire entirely and swallowed whatever bitter feeling was brewing in his stomach.
Strangely, when he inspected the emotion, he realized it wasn’t actually jealousy he was feeling.
They’d always been close, he realized this. Not just sexually, he knew they’d only been together once and Tav still felt a lot of mixed emotions regarding that night. But they’d grown much closer as friends in the aftermath. In fact, through much of the Underdark and Shadowlands Tav had been the only source of blood for Astarion which was admittedly a very intimate thing.
But his early days feelings of rivalry with Astarion had faded. Tav had chosen him, had accepted his proposal and had come with him to Waterdeep. She was making so much effort to make this city, his city, her new home.
Instead he realized what he was feeling was guilt.
Astarion was the first of their group they’d seen since their departure from Baldur’s Gate. He’d also been, shamefully, the first of their friends Gale had written to. He could claim preoccupation with his former life, or Tav, or really any number of things but truthfully that wasn’t it. He’d wanted to distance himself from what had happened, he needed time to process everything. And in return, he’d isolated Tav from their friends.
Ah yes, self-loathing and guilt. Emotions he was familiar with.
“...wizard?” Astarion was staring at him with guarded concern.
Gale held up his hands and offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Apologies,” he began, “I seem to have gotten lost in thought.”
Tav fully disentangled herself from Astarion now and took a step to bridge the gap between them. “Is everything okay?” It was a simple question but Gale could see the depth of meaning swimming in her concerned eyes.
He nodded and took her hand in his before bending slightly to brush a kiss along her knuckles. “I’m good,” he said as he straightened.
Her eyes searched his for a moment before giving him a nod and turning back to Astarion.
“Why are you here,” She asked sounding more than a little confused.
“I was invited by our esteemed wizard,” Astarion told her with a little shrug.
She shook her head. “No, I mean here, ” she corrected.
Astarion’s eyes lit up when he realized Gale hadn’t told Tav of their communications. “Gale, have you been keeping secrets,” the tease sounded salacious from the rogue’s mouth.
Gale resisted the urge to roll his eyes once again, “it isn’t a surprise if I tell her everything.”
“Well, my darling,” Astarion said conspiratorily as he leaned towards Tav, “Gale has written me numerous times telling me that you’d found him… inadequate .”
Tav’s eyebrows shot up.
“Now, that is not what I said,” Gale argued before Tav could get any ideas as to the nature of their communications.
“Yes, yes, fine ,” Astarion conceded, setting down his goblet, “rather it was something about not being able to give you what you wanted but wanting to give you everything you desire.”
Gale nodded when Tav’s eyes found his once more.
“What do you mean? Gale, you’ve given me everything?” She truly sounded incredulous, as if he’d actually been able to do just that.
He hadn’t. There were lines he couldn’t cross no matter how she assured him she wanted it.
They weren’t vanilla in bed, or in the study, or the hall… or any location they found themselves in. But Tav enjoyed a roughness now and then that he couldn’t provide. She’d ended up with a few scrapes after a less-than-planned tryst on the floor, and he’d spent half the night applying salves despite her protests that she was just fine.
He could not hurt her even when she asked for it. The second she seemed in pain his arousal would flag and he needed to put an end to their play. The closest he could come was pleasuring her until she was crying for release. But striking her, or biting her, or anything leaning towards the extreme was beyond his capabilities. Hell, he apologized for days once after taking her without enough preparation.
When she’d smiled at him, a little flushed, and told him it was more than okay he realized there were things he was never going to be able to give her. So he turned to the only person in the universe he trusted with her aside from himself.
At first, he’d only asked for advice, knowing what he did of the vampire’s background he seemed the right person. Except Astarion, perhaps emboldened by the parchment giving him a sense of anonymity, had told Gale that some people were simply not made for certain acts. That forcing himself to do the things he did not wish to would only sour the relationship between he and Tav.
And that was the absolute last thing Gale wanted to do.
But he loved her so dearly he wanted to give her everything she needed. And right now, what she needed wasn’t him but Astarion.
Gale took Tav’s hand that was closest to him and squeezed. “There are things you’ve asked for from me that I haven’t been able to give you. And while I’ve come to understand that I cannot force myself to do those things, I can offer you a chance to have them with someone we trust,” with that he nodded to Astarion.
Tav blinked several times as she processed what he was telling her. “I…” she began but aborted just as quickly as she started.
A few more heartbeats before she swallowed and tried again. “It’s not that important, Gale. Not that I’m not beyond delighted to see you Astarion,” she said quickly to the other man, “I can be happy with what you do give me.”
Gale nodded. “Yes, and let me give you this. I want to.”
“Are… are you sure?” Her eyes were darting between both of them now.
Gale nodded as Astarion began to speak. “Dear, I want you to trust me when I say we’ve had lengthy conversations about this. In fact, I do believe the mail courier has come to the conclusion that I have a new paramour from the lengths of letters we’re sending.”
“Really?” Tav’s voice was a kind of breathy high pitched that Gale was struggling to read.
Astarion chuckled and took Tav’s other hand. “I would not be here if I were at all concerned our wizard would be upset if you took what he was offering. While I do enjoy watching drama unfold, I’ve found I’d rather not be involved, at least for a little longer.”
“So you mean it,” she was speaking to Gale directly again.
“More than,” he affirmed.
She spun around to Astarion, letting her hand fall from Gale’s. “And you,” she sounded almost aggressive, “do you even want this?”
Astarion’s face ran through a gamut of emotions which Gale found himself mesmerized by. The vampire’s normally perfect mask had slipped somewhere, or perhaps he hadn’t been wearing it when they stepped into the room.
“Darling,” Astarion breathed, “I have had every opportunity to back out from this. An entire journey from one city to the other, in fact. This is something I would like to do, for us.”
Astarion’s eyes pulled away from Tav’s for the briefest of seconds to meet Gale’s. It was a shock when he realized that he was including him. That ‘us’ was the three of them, not just Astarion and Tav.
Tav was silent again. Gale couldn’t see her face but she was no doubt processing what they were telling her. It was best to let her come to a conclusion without further trying to sway her mind.
“Why here?” She asked finally.
Astarion grinned wide enough that his fangs were visible and not for the first time Gale wondered what they actually felt like.
“That was my idea,” Astarion told her, “a familiar environment for me while still being different enough. Also, I get the wizard’s coin out of it.”
“Ah so you do plan on keeping that then?” Gale asked entirely unsurprised.
Astarion’s wicked grin was turned on him. “You are in a brothel dear,” was all he said.
Gale did not sigh heavily as he wished to but instead found himself a seat by the table Astarion had left his goblet on. There was the briefest teasing of metallic tang in the air near him. So, Astarion had found blood somewhere, then, and had taken care to get it into a goblet to make his drinking more palatable.
Strangely considerate.
“So what are the rules?” Tav asked.
“I,” Astarion gestured unnecessarily to himself as he explained, “am allowed to do anything you want. And you are allowed to do anything you want.”
“But you’ll tell me no?” Tav asked.
“Darling, why would I ever do that?” Astarion responded flippantly, and even Gale had to cringe at the misstep. He didn’t need to look at Tav’s face to know she would be angry.
“No,” Tav demanded pulling her hand from Astarion’s grasp, “I mean it. You’ll tell me no? I wont do this otherwise.”
Astarion clicked his tongue and sighed heavily. “I will tell you no if there is anything I can’t do,” he agreed.
He reached for Tav’s hand again but this time pulled her towards him. “It was a mistake, what we did before,” his voice was so raw that Gale felt he needed to look away from this moment, “but what’s done is done. And while I would like to go back and change that night, I cannot. But what I can do is give you better memories to look back on when you think of us like that. Even if it is just this once.”
“Oh,” Tav breathed.
“I pour my heart out to you and all I get is ‘oh’,” Astarion teased, his perfect voice was back again.
“No, I mean yes, I mean,” Tav sighed heavily and Gale found himself smiling, “I mean… I would like that, this, tonight.”
“Good,” Astarion said clapping his hands together and drawing Gale’s eyes back to them. He found Astarion’s eyes waiting for him.
The vampire spun Tav without warning until her back was against him and she was facing Gale. One hand rested at the hollow of her throat, the other on her stomach. Normally, Gale might have been alarmed at this, even in a situation that he’d set up. But there was a pretty dusting of blush across her face which eased his concern.
“By all means, Wizard,” Astarion purred, “make yourself comfortable. I take it this means you’re staying?”
It was a pointless question as Gale was already seated on a deceptively comfortable chair. He did resist the urge to tell Astarion this, which he considered a win in his book.
“Now my dear, what is it that you want so badly that he cannot give it to you?” Astarion said in a mock whisper. Unable to keep from taunting Gale.
Tav swallowed easily despite the hand near her throat and her blush darkened. “I want…” she trailed off, “I want…”
Astarion tutted and drew her in even closer to him, “out with it my dear or I’ll be sending you home unfulfilled.”
That statement was what caused a flicker of panic to flash in Tav’s eyes. “Please,” she bit out quickly, “please, I want you to fuck my throat.”
Her words spilled out so quickly that Gale knew she’d been chewing on them for days, perhaps longer. But that wasn’t the end of what she wanted, he knew that and apparently so did Astarion.
“Hmm, and what else?” He question, his thumb rubbing loose circles on her stomach.
Tav was watching him as if waiting for him to call an end to the night. She’d begun chewing her lip, a sign she was both thinking of something she found (or felt she ought to find) shameful and trying to keep the words from spilling out.
“I want you to be rough, with me,” She found her words eventually, eyes skating away from Gale’s. “I want you to hurt me,” the last was barely above a whisper.
“Good girl,” Astarion praised in complete contrast to Tav’s request, “I knew that Loviatar zealot had brought something out in you. Or perhaps merely awakened it.”
Gale realized now, many months too late, that she had learned something from that devotee in the ruined temple.
“And what shall our safeword be?”
“Coin,” both Gale and Tav said at nearly the exact moment.
Astarion’s ruby eyes bore deep into Gale’s until he was forced to look away. Not for the first time he was glad the tadpoles were gone from their heads and the other man couldn’t force his way in.
“Well,” Astarion said after allowing the pause to settle over the room, “that is something we will certainly discuss later. But for now, yes that works.”
Gale allowed his attention to be turned back to the pair, his eyes meeting Tav’s. Instead of the mild guilt he’d seen earlier, they were now shining with amusement.
“Strip,” Astarion commanded releasing Tav from his hold. She stumbled slightly as if she’d been relying on him to keep balance.
“Wait,” he contradicted as soon as her hands went to the laces on her bodice, “let the wizard do it.” With that he turned and sat on the bed almost exactly opposite of Gale.
Tav stepped to Gale until she was stopped just at his knees. He spread them slightly, inviting her closer. When she moved in just that little bit further Gale reached up and began loosening her laces.
Their eyes met and he held her gaze as he worked, barely blinking. She was silently asking, again, if he was genuinely alright with this. He answered with every pulled string and every discarded piece of clothing that he was. Whatever his reserve for doing these things himself he would never, ever, judge her desires. When all her clothes lay beside him on the table, he hoped she heard what he hadn’t said.
Tav shivered as she stood upright beautifully nude before him. Gale longed to reach out to her, but he kept his hands very neutrally on his legs. Instead he nodded and she smiled before taking a step back, out from between his knees.
“Very good,” Astarion was approving of something. Perhaps Tav’s glorious nudity, or maybe something deeper that Gale didn’t quite understand just this moment.
Before he could think on it too hard Astarion was up and moved to Tav. With a strange gentleness, given her previous requests, Astarion guided her backward before stepping into her place and sliding forward until he too was standing between Gale’s knees.
“If you’d be so kind as undo my trousers,” Astarion drawled in a bored voice but his eyes were keenly sharp.
Gale could feel his eyebrows knit together at the request. “What am I?” He challenged, “Your valet?”
Nevertheless, his hands raised to begin undoing the other man’s trousers.
Astarion held is gaze in a fashion not dissimilar to the way Tav had. Gale realized with a start that had his fingers fumbling for a second that Astarion was also getting his approval, once more.
“We must put you to use somehow if you’re going to be sitting there doing nothing,” Astarion answered as Gale finished his task, breaking the moment that the two of them had been having.
He stepped away but instead of turning back up towards the middle of the room with unfair grace given that he could have only gotten there a few hours earlier.
“Come here dear,” Astarion said to Tav offering an outstretched hand.
She glance back at Gale once more, when he nodded she went forward to Astarion and took his hand. He pulled her to him abruptly, forcing a small noise of surprise from her. There was a tender moment where he pressed a kiss to her forehead and Gale was beginning to think Astarion was never getting to the point… so to speak. Then it happened, the smallest hardening of his eyes and a change to rogue’s posture. He was no longer as loose and languid appearing as he had been mere seconds ago.
“On your knees, darling,” He ordered in a tone that surprised even Gale.
It must have surprised Tav as well because she was frozen.
Astarion grabbed her chin in a way that made Gale wish to look away instinctively but he fought against the urge.
“I won’t ask nicely, pet,” Astarion warned, “your knees, now.”
Tav sunk to her knees immediately, whatever shock she’d been experiencing must have passed. She didn’t move from that position though, her hands resting on her knees, chin still in Astarion’s grasp forcing her to look up at him.
“Take out my cock,” Astarion released her chin, both hands dropping loosely at his side.
Tav obeyed immediately this time, quickly pulling Astarion from his trousers. Gale did look away now, he wasn’t exactly sure of his place in this room.
“Wizard,” Astarion’s voice was biting as he spoke, “look at me and enjoy this little show you orchestrated or leave the room.”
Gale’s immediate reaction was to balk at the demand as he so often had of Astarion’s little theatrics in the past. But when he looked back (Tav’s head mercifully blocking the other man’s cock) he bit down on the instinct. He held Astarion’s gaze spitefully.
Astarion smirked at him but didn’t say another word about it. “A hand on my thigh, darling,” He was speaking to Tav again. She did as she was told.
“Since your mouth will be otherwise… occupied if you need me to stop you will tap three times,” Astarion directed and then demonstrated. He took two fingers and tapped them three times against Tav’s cheek, hard enough Gale could hear the contacting flesh.
“Nod if you agree.”
Tav nodded if the bobbing of the back of her head was any indication.
Astarion took himself in hand, Gale realized then that the vampire was already hard. He’d been trying not to look before that he’d missed it. There were three quick tugs with his own hand before stepping forward ever so slightly into what was left of Tav’s space.
“Open.”
She must have because Astarion leaned in closer. One of his hands came up to rest on the back of her head, just resting at the moment.
“Suck.”
Gale watched as she began doing just that. His eyes flickered up to Astarion’s and found his eyes rolling as she started in earnest. Gale was more than a little surprised to realize his own arousal beginning to churn deep in his gut. He knew how talented she was with her mouth. After all, he’d been on the receiving end so many times in the last few months. His cock stirred in response to the memories.
After a few moments of Tav eagerly sucking Astarion must have reached whatever cue he was waiting for. His other hand joined the first in her hair and he held her still, face pulled out away from him.
“Relax,” Was Astarion’s only warning before dragging Tav’s head down on his cock.
When her forehead pressed to his stomach, Astarion held her there. After a moment her shoulders convulsed and Gale could just barely hear the gag she made. Astarion, hand still threaded through her hair, pulled her back out.
“Relax.” Another warning and command. This time he was faster to shove himself down Tav’s throat.
Gale’s fingers twitched with the desire to intervene. He gripped his knees instead.
Astarion seemed to zero in on that movement, however slight it had been. For when Gale allowed his eyes to drift back up the mans face he found him waiting. He held Gale’s gaze, like a dare, as he pulled Tav back off of him. This time there was less of a waiting period between thrusts and no warning before he was pulling her onto him.
Astarion did not even blink away from Gale’s gaze.
He led her back off and on to him.
It felt like a challenge.
The pace grew quicker. He refused to look away from Gale, though, even when Astarion’s mouth dropped open, even when he began moaning.
Astarion’s thrusts were happening fast enough now that Gale couldn’t imagine it was at all comfortable for Tav. He broke eye contact first, eyes darting down to her hand on Astarion’s thigh. She was gripping it, no doubt helping balance herself, but her fingers were otherwise motionless.
When he looked back up Astarion gave him a single smirk, letting Gale know he’d lost whatever challenge had been issued.
Only then did Astarion allow his eyes to fall closed as he fucked into Tav’s mouth.
“Such a good pet,” Astarion moaned. A flush flared up Tav’s back.
Gale shifted, and as he did, he realized he was so hard that it was nearing painful.
There was nothing but Astarion’s moans and the wet sound of Tav’s mouth for what seemed like an eternity and no time at all. Then without warning Astarion pulled Tav off of him, fingers gripping her hair.
They were staring at each other, Tav’s ribs heaving as she greedily sucked in the air she’d been denied. Gale could only watch, unable to decipher their unspoken conversation.
When Astarion finally pulled his hands from her head she canted as if to fall over. Gale made an aborted gesture to stand, to go to her, but before he could even consider it she’d caught herself. Hands on her thighs to regain the balance she’d lost with Astarion’s grip.
“Stand,” it was spoken to Tav even though Astarion’s gaze was back on Gale.
Tav did so immediately, though slowly like she was underwater.
Astarion grabbed her waist and spun her again so she was facing Gale. He couldn’t resist cataloging her quickly to ensure she was alright. Her lips were bright red and puffy. There was saliva coating her chin and her eyelashes were wet. But what kept Gale rooted to his seat was the bright look of bliss in her eyes, one he was familiar with.
“Hand on your thigh, wizard,” Astarion directed him, “palm up.”
Gale’s urge to tell Astarion to fuck off was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it down. He’d set this up, no sense in ruining it for her. So he did as he was told.
To say Tav walked to him was perhaps not the right way to put it. Astarion guided her over to where Gale was, arm across her stomach again.
“Lower yourself on his hand, pet,” Astarion instructed, “let him feel you.”
She did just that, lip pulled back in between her teeth.
She was soaked. The misgivings Gale had left vanished. He curled a single finger up between her folds and she cried out when it brushed against her clit.
“I don’t recall telling you to touch her,” Astarion growled but he didn’t move Tav away despite being fully capable.
“I don’t recall asking permission,” Gale spat back unable to swallow his annoyance with the vampire ordering him around any longer.
Astarion grinned, it was a wicked thing all dark eyes and pointed teeth, but it was a grin. “So the pup does bite back,” He said almost gleefully.
Gale didn’t want to dwell on what he’d just done. How clearly thrilled Astarion was when he pushed back was a bit concerning if he was honest.
“One finger,” Astarion conceded, “any more and she’ll be the one paying. The other hand of his slithered up to circle around her throat. Tav whimpered. “And you pet, fuck yourself on him.”
Her hips moved first seeking out the single raised digit Gale hadn’t even realized he was still holding. He let her find a rhythm before guiding that single finger inside of her. Tav whimpered again and rolled her hips so that she was grinding her clit into his palm as she fucked herself on his finger.
Her sounds turned to ones of frustration and Gale knew it wasn’t enough, a single finger rarely was. She was trying to twist herself to find more friction against her clit but Astarion’s hold was tight and she was allowed no such freedom.
Gale realized she was staring at him, eyes pleading for something. He almost pulled his hand away when he realized what for. She wanted him to disobey Astarion’s orders, and allow her another finger. He couldn’t keep his eyes from flicking to Astarion’s hand around her throat, currently just resting.
He didn’t dare look up to see if Astarion had noticed.
But Tav was still watching him intently, eyes wide even as she whimpered and moaned. Her lips formed a word, once and then twice before Gale realized it was ‘please’.
He’d always given her everything she wanted and this was no different. A second finger curled up to join the other inside of her.
Astarion realistically shouldn’t have known even when she cried out the first time she ground down onto two fingers. But he did.
His fingers tightened around Tav’s neck and her hand flew back to rest on Astarion’s thigh. She didn’t tap though.
Gale wanted to pull out his finger, take her back down to the one he’d been allowed but when he saw her eyes he realized they were rolled back. Not in suffocation but in pleasure. Little moans and puffs of air were still spilling out of her lips as she chased her pleasure on his hand, so whatever grip Astarion had on her throat wasn’t cutting off all her air.
His fingers remained.
Gale felt compelled to look all the way up at Astarion now and once again he was waiting.
A new challenge seemed to have been issued.
Just as Gale was about to remove his hand, worried for how long Astarion’s had been around Tav’s throat, the vampire removed his hand instead. It dropped to rest just on Tav’s chest keeping her from dropping forward completely onto Gale.
Astarion allowed a few seconds for Tav to find her breath, whimpering as she rocked faster on Gale’s fingers.
“Touch him,” Astarion’s new orders came as a bit of a surprise.
Tav managed to bring her eyes to Gale’s, hips stilling as she forced herself to focus. Somehow despite clearly being so close she looked as if she might cry Tav was still checking in with him before doing anything. He gave her a slight nod.
Despite all the warnings Gale still groaned, his head falling back against the chair, when she gripped his cock. It felt unreasonably good, even through all the layers he still had on.
“And?” Astarion drawled out.
Gale left his eyes close rather than try to read what Astarion was after. Tav’s hand rubbed him a few times through his trousers.
“He’s hard,” Tav answered, voice raw and broken.
Astarion hummed in response.
He allowed Tav to stroke Gale a few more times. “That’s enough.” he said. Gale was pleased to feel her reluctance to pull her hand away from him. But in the end she did as she was told.
“Make her come like this, wizard,” Astarion ordered causing Gale to finally draw his head away from the back of the chair.
Gale pulled his thumb up to brush against her clit and flexed his two fingers buried within Tav. She moaned, hips suddenly renewing their rocking. He allowed her to focus on fucking herself against his fingers while his thumb set about rubbing her clit.
Astarion’s hand remained on her chest, just below the column of her throat.
Tav was moaning so frequently that it’d all began to blend into one sound. Gradually it became breathy and high pitched, then he felt the walls of her cunt flutter about his fingers. She came so hard on his hand Gale knew there would be wet spots left on the leg of his trousers.
Gale kept rubbing her clit even as she came down until she was whimpering and pulling away from his hand.
The look in Astarion’s eyes was something new, something Gale couldn’t name.
The vampire pulled Tav away from Gale, and for a brief second, he could see the wetness between her thighs shining in the light.
His mouth watered.
He knew Astarion wasn’t feeling that generous so instead Gale raised his own hand. Boldly, glancing both at Tav and Astarion who hadn’t retreated that far from him yet, he licked a stripe up his palm tasting her.
He felt a strange sense of success when both of the others shivered as he did.
Further emboldened by this Gale eagerly set to work cleaning Tav’s orgasm from his hand. He did so with the same vigor he would give between her legs. He allowed little moans to escape.
Both of their eyes were wide, irises near black when he finished. He’d known Tav would react that way but Astarion, well his reaction was certainly a bonus.
Astarion shook himself from whatever daze had fallen over him and growled, as if annoyed that Gale had successfully had an impact on him. He wasn’t gentle when he all but threw Tav onto the end of the bed. The vampire then soothed a hand down her back almost in apology.
“Feet on the floor, bend over it,” Astarion directed Tav who quickly rearranged herself to do just that.
She turned her head to look at Gale. Their position at the end of the bed was sideways to him, allowing him to see every move they made in profile. Gale groaned and palmed himself.
“I was feeling generous, letting you come first,” Astarion announced as he shoved the tops of his trousers down to more comfortably free himself.
Gale got his first decent look as Astarion’s cock. While still unnaturally pale it was easily the deepest shade of pink that Gale had ever seen grace the vampire’s complexion. It was long, maybe even longer than Gale’s, but there was a slenderness to it. Not that he doubted that it was more than adequate to the get the job done. But where Gale was broad-shouldered and thick cocked, Astarion was slimmer just about everywhere it seemed.
“Now it’s my turn,” Astarion continued, seemingly oblivious to Gale’s scrutiny.
Gale felt himself swallowing harshly, imagining the feeling of it. He resolutely did not meet Astarion’s gaze despite feeling it crawling over his face.
There was no warning before Astarion pressed himself into Tav. Much like when he pushed himself into her throat the first time was slow until he bottomed out.
“Enjoy yourself, wizard,” The rogue growled, hands and hips still pinning her against the side of the bed. Tav began to whimper and try to wiggle.
Gale rolled his eyes despite being quick to pull himself from his pants.
Astarion began pulling out of Tav, ignoring him once again. This time Astarion was quicker to set a brutal pace, the sound of flesh slapping together seeming to spur him on.
Gale couldn’t tear his eyes away from watching them, as he began stroking himself. He was already leaking, no doubt there was a wet patch in his smalls from when Tav had touched him.
Astarion’s head was thrown back, the slender column of his throat elongated by the positon. With each thrust he was grunting gutterally. Tav was moaning again, up on her tiptoes trying to either ease Astarion’s rough thrusts or find a better angle for herself. It was muffled then as she’d buried her head into the bed.
Gale realized he was stroking himself harshly, roughly in time to each of Astarion’s brutal thrusts. He was moaning freely.
For a second his eyes flickered away from their profiles and to Astarion’s back that was visible. Almost immediately Gale tore his eyes away from the ugly scars. Not that the scars some how diminished Astarion’s beauty, they were ugly in the way Gale felt a deep pool of black at the back of his mind each time he saw them.
Astarion was waiting for him when his eyes found his way back up to the vampire’s face. This time he didn’t look away.
Gale had slid down the chair now, allowing his hips to thrust up into his hand. He watched as the vampire threaded his hands through Tav’s hair. He yanked until her face was lifted from the mattress, neck bent at an uncomfortable angle. She was crying out into the room now though, which he knew had been the intention.
Gale’s eyes were still locked with Astarion’s
Astarion spoke then, low enough that there was no way Tav could hear him as she cried out. “I need to to come now, Gale.”
It wasn’t the request that startled him, it was the use of his name for the first time tonight. Gale nearly rocked up off the chair as he came, blood rushing in his ears at a deafening speed. Just before he pinched his eyes shut, no longer able to hold them open as he came he saw Astarion’s orgasm hit him face contorting as his hips stuttered against Tav.
Gale’s breathing had almost returned to normal by the time he was able to reopen his eyes. He found Tav sagging bonelessly against the bed, Astarion leaning over her back, gently petting her hair as he whispered things Gale couldn’t hear into her ear.
Gale quickly readjusted himself into his pants, not caring for properly cleaning himself up, especially given they were already near destroyed with stains but he still had to walk home with them on. He made his way across the room, still wobbly legged from his orgasm and sat gingerly on the bed next to Tav.
Astarion took that as his cue to pull away from her, soft cock slipping out of her, causing her to whimper.
Gale quickly pulled her into his arms, and she folded against him, head resting between his neck and shoulder. He gently began smoothing his hand up and down her arm.
“I love you, so terribly,” Gale whispered to Tav and pressed a row of kisses into her mussed up hair.
It took a second of soothing Tav before Gale realized Astarion was still standing before them. He’d tucked himself back into his pants but was standing there looking awkward for the first time since they’d entered the room.
Gale didn't think when he moved, grabbing Astarion’s arm he pulled the other man onto the bed next to him. Astarion was stiff as he moved but allowed himself to be pulled down. Gale released his hand only to snake his arm around Astarion’s waist and draw him against him.
Tav who was coming back to herself move her legs so they were over both men’s laps. She held out a hand and Astarion took it, allowing both of their to drop down onto her legs. Gale didn’t point out that Astarion’s grip on her fingers was tighter than the way she was gripping him.
He gently, slowly, slid his hand up Astarion until it rested against his head. Astarion allowed himself to be guided, without any resistance, down until his head was also resting on Gale’s shoulder.
Then Gale did perhaps the most daring thing he’d done all night. He pressed a soft kiss into the riot of white curls.