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It had been a tenday or so since the Netherbrain was defeated. Astarion found himself lounging on his bed in the rented tavern room. All curtains were fully drawn and the open book in his lap had been forgotten about for a while now. It was eerily quiet and the room suddenly felt way too spacious. Most of his travel companions had already gone their separate ways days ago, freed of the tadpoles and able to pick up their normal lives again.
There had been parties at first, of course, to celebrate their victory and thank them. Astarion had attended one or two, but for some reason found them dreadfully boring. Not so long ago he would have leapt at the chance for a bit of mindless indulging, but ever since they killed Cazador — may he rot in the hells forever — it felt like there wasn’t really a point to keep up that facade anymore.
Not to mention the fact that many of the celebrations had been held outside.
During the day.
In the blazing sun.
So even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have attended them anyway. Not now that the tadpole was gone and all he could do was sit in this blasted room, waiting for the sun to set. The night wasn't much of an improvement entertainment-wise, but at least he’d be able to leave the confines of this room and roam around the city.
If he was completely honest with himself, recalling the events after their victory had actually left Astarion feeling somewhat upset by his companions’ actions. Or lack thereof, rather.
Not one of them had checked on him after the sun started burning his skin and he had to run off to find cover, which, honestly, wasn’t a complete surprise considering he hadn’t put any real effort in maintaining alliances or friendships.
Their self-appointed leader, Tav, had quickly lost interest in him after their little tryst in the woods. They only cared about his body, like countless others before them, and not the person he was underneath the mask. Deep down he knew he shouldn’t blame them for falling for his seductive performance — Astarion was very good at it after all — but he did, and his resentment towards Tav only grew when they began cosying up to the others, trying to manipulate everyone into supporting their selfish beliefs, and stopped caring about Astarion completely when their manipulation techniques proved ineffective on him.
As for his other companions, well… Astarion had forced himself to participate in casual banter and the occasional flirtation here and there, but that was it. Perhaps that was why no one had asked him about his untimely departure when he returned to the shitty tavern room later that evening. He wasn’t even sure they’d noticed his return — too absorbed in their own affairs, thoughts, and conversations with one another, and the amount of drinks was certainly not helping either. Nevertheless, after everything their little group had been through he’d secretly hoped for at least some kind of acknowledgement upon returning.
Oh well.
The only person he actually missed was Karlach — he would never admit that to her face — but she was in Avernus now, together with Wyll. It was a shame, and also utterly unfair, that the person he was able to build somewhat of an actual bond with again, after 200 years of shit, had been given no other choice than to either burn up and die, or go back to the one place she hated the most. And Astarion was certain she would have chosen the first option if it wasn’t for Wyll convincing her not to. Not that it mattered, she was gone either way.
Just my kind of luck, Astarion thought. I should have known everything had seemed a bit too good to be true, should have known that in the end it wouldn't last. He gritted his teeth, anger slowly bubbling to the surface. Fate has never been kind to me, why would it suddenly turn to my favour now?
The sound of a door opening and closing snapped him from his spiraling thoughts. He heard footsteps walking across the wooden floorboards and coming to a halt in front of his bed. Astarion looked up to find a pair of brown eyes staring at him with slight surprise.
Ugh, Gale.
The one companion who annoyed him the most.
“What are you still doing here?” Gale asked while moving to the bed and rummaging through his things on the other side of the shared space, because of course Tav had forced them next to each other more often than not on their journey. Going on and on about ‘learning to appreciate the other's company and skills’ or something along those lines — it had worked out just... great. Their constant wrangling, arguing, and throwing snide comments at each other had been total proof of this.
Astarion raised an eyebrow. “I could ask the same of you, darling. From the way you were always yapping about your cat, I assumed you couldn’t wait to get back to your cozy, little tower as soon as possible.”
“She’s not a cat. She’s a tressym.”
Astarion scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Same thing,” he mumbled.
“But, if you must know…” Gale continued, choosing to ignore the vampire’s remark. “I’ve been procrastinating. To be completely honest, I find myself reluctant to return home. I don’t exactly have the fondest of memories there, before this whole Netherbrain business happened.”
He had stopped looking through his things after finding what he came here for, which was a small pile of books, and had now sat down on his bed, facing Astarion.
“And I must admit I’ve grown quite accustomed to having constant company around during our travels. I’m afraid it has left me feeling rather... dispirited, I’d say, now that everyone has gone. And as pleasant as Tara’s company is, I’m not sure I could get used to it being just the two of us again.” Gale stared at the books in his hands. “I’m not even sure I want to.”
All Astarion could do was stare at the wizard sitting across him in disbelief — so that was his reason for not wanting to go back to his perfectly safe tower, in his perfectly safe city, surrounded by people that knew him, that would care for him, and were eager to have him back? He thought he would be alone again? Astarion couldn’t help himself and let out a small high-pitched giggle at the absurdity of it all.
“My dear wizard, that has to be the most ludicrous thing I have heard you say thus far. And I’ve heard you say a lot of things,” he sneered and dropped his smile to look at Gale with cold eyes. “What could you possibly know about loneliness?”
Gale’s eyes connected with Astarion’s, his brows furrowed in annoyance.
“I would like to remind you that I have in fact spent a year in isolation—”
“Of your own volition.”
“—and, I’m not comparing anything to your experience, but my feelings about my experience are perfectly valid. If you can’t have a simple conversation without turning it into yet another argument, I ask that you refrain from starting one and just leave me to my own devices.”
Gale stood up, books in hand, realizing it was best to just remove himself from the situation before it could escalate.
For some reason unbeknownst to Gale, Astarion had teased, prodded, and poked him from the very moment he got pulled out of the malfunctioning portal – always trying to rile him up, testing his patience, his limits, and seeing what made him tick. And while Gale was a very patient man, Astarion had always pushed his boundaries, making it extremely difficult to keep his cool. More often than not he’d given in to his irritation and anger, which in turn had started some rather heated arguments, much to their companions dismay.
He was about to walk away from their shared space, but the sound of Astarion’s voice made him stop in his tracks.
“First of all, you started the conversation.” Astarion’s bed creaked slightly under his weight as he flung his legs over the edge and stood up. “And secondly, it’s quite pathetic that something as silly as a little breakup made you feel so miserable that you deliberately locked yourself in your tower. You want to know what I think? I think the whole sad-lonely-wizard nonsense you try to make them believe is a farce. A pathetic, desperate ploy to make people feel sorry for you.”
Gale turned around again. “I think you’re projecting—”
“Not to mention the fact that it was only a year. Even for a human it’s not that long. And you weren’t alone either. I bet you were just upset that, apart from your talking cat—”
“Tressym.”
“—you had no one but your own hand for company.”
Astarion was right in front of Gale now, sharp ruby eyes piercing into warm brown ones. A devious grin formed on the vampire’s face before he continued.
“How did it feel to lose it all? Being an archmage one day; pathetic, helpless recluse the next? Living in the shadow of your goddess— …pardon, ex-goddess.”
“Astarion…” Gale said, voice low in warning.
A warning Astarion didn't heed, of course.
“How big must your ego have been for you to actually believe she ever cared about you. To believe yourself to be her equal. When all she did was bend, shape, and use you for her own selfish purposes ever since you were a small child.”
Gale's eye twitched, his lips pressed into a thin line, jaw clenched.
One last push, Astarion thought.
“I wonder how many other little boys she’s managed to get her hands on…”
And that was the last straw.
“You know what, Astarion, I've tried being patient. If you want to start an argument this badly, then fine, have it your way. But note that two can play this game!”
Gale had dropped his books — ohh, he was pissed — and was pushing a finger in the middle of Astarion's chest repeatedly while talking, forcing the elf to move backwards until his back hit the wall.
For a split second Astarion’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before his expression morphed back into wicked amusement. Now that he had finally managed to make the wizard snap completely it was even better than he had imagined. Gale's cheeks flushed with heat and his brown eyes were full of rage. Astarion was absolutely loving this. A fiery heat started to grow in his lower stomach.
Oh.
Maybe he was loving this a bit too much…
“I don't know what problem you have with me,” Gale continued, “or perhaps you simply have too many. Perhaps all those years of being nothing more than Cazador's puppet have damaged your brain beyond repair. Perhaps it was already broken in the first place. Whatever it is, I’d like to remind you that it does not give you the right to act like such an insufferable ass all the damn time, and I’ve had quite enough of your bullshit!”
”So, the wizard does swear after all… how crude,” Astarion said in feign shock. “Tell me, did Mystra make you use that dirty mouth on her? Or did you only put it to good use whilst begging and pleading for her forgiveness like the desperate lapdog you are?”
“My asking for forgiveness was common sense considering my reputation and my devotion to her. At least I didn’t get on my back and spread my legs for all and sundry like some… some common whore!”
And at that, something snapped in Astarion. He roughly grabbed Gale by the collar of his shirt and swiftly flipped their positions — slamming him against the wall before either of them could comprehend what was happening.
Gale's eyes widened in realization. Clouded by his exasperation, the last words had left his tongue before he could stop them.
“Astarion… I… I didn't mean to—”
“Do shut up, darling.” One of Astarion’s hands wrapped around Gale’s throat, squeezing slightly and effectively shutting him up. He heard Gale suck in a sharp breath and, at the same time, felt the man’s pulse spike and quicken underneath his skin.
Astarion pressed his thumbnail a bit harder into the wizard’s flesh and stared intensely at his neck.
Fascinating.
Gale’s outburst was exactly the reaction Astarion had been hoping to coax from him this entire journey. He just hadn’t actually expected it, nor had Astarion expected his own reaction to be so volatile. Gale’s words had stung a little bit, if Astarion was being honest, but he was used to being called slurs — most of which he heard had been far worse.
No, it wasn’t the words that were spoken that made Astarion snap. It was the way Gale had completely lost his composure, forcing him back against the wall, which now had Astarion craving and desiring things he thought he could never want for again.
Great, how in the hells am I supposed to deal with that? he thought in confused delight.
The feeling of a hand taking hold of his forearm snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked back at Gale’s face. His mouth hung slightly open as he was panting a little, wide brown eyes staring at him. There was a hint of fear, but not nearly as prominent as Astarion had expected.
No. The wizard’s gaze was apologetic, almost remorseful, anxiously awaiting Astarion’s next move.
But… there was something else in the way those eyes stared at him, something that caused the heat in Astarion’s stomach to grow and burn, and his dick to twitch with interest.
You know what, fuck it. He deserved to have some fun, to simply give in to his desires. And right now he desired Gale, wanted him.
No.
He needed him.
Astarion slowly leaned in until but a small distance was left between them. He let his eyes rest on the wizard’s lips for a second before flicking back up and holding his gaze.
The tension in the air was palpable as they stood in the uncomfortable silence that followed for an indefinite amount of time.
It was utterly nerve-racking and made Gale feel like his heart could beat out of his chest at any moment. He truly hadn’t meant for his vocal outburst to be so cruel and Astarion’s rough hold on his throat was a clear indication of how much trouble he evidently was in.
So why did it send electric shivers straight to his groin?
Gale swallowed hard. With such little space left between them, he could clearly smell the herbal scent of rosemary and bergamot, laced with the rich aroma of brandy that lingered around Astarion. Murderous, red eyes looked at him like he was going to be devoured and — if Astarion could juuust lean in a bit more, then Gale could—
Nope! Nonono. He was supposed to try and de-escalate this situation, not make it more complicated by having depraved thoughts that were leaving him hot and bothered!
Gale squirmed and tried to break free from Astarion’s grip on his throat, but the vampire wouldn’t budge. On the contrary, it made him press into Gale even more until their bodies were flush together. The sudden full-body contact elicited a sharp gasp from the wizard. In particular the sudden press of Astarion’s hips against his now fully erect cock. A blush spread across Gale’s face when he realized there was absolutely no way he could hide the way his body was responding to the situation.
And Astarion definitely noticed. It was kind of hard not to, honestly. A smirk appeared on the vampire’s face.
“Really, Gale?” Astarion teased.
“I swear, it’s not what it seems! I- I don’t… I mean, it’s just — our positions right now are a little… a little intimate, is all. Besides, I’ve once read that the effects of fear and danger can be mistaken for the same effects that certain… ahem… nighttime activities cause in one's brain. And if you factor in my predilection for physical touch, plus its lack thereof for the past year at least, I think it’s safe to conclude that, with those things combined, it’s completely normal for my body to react the way it d— ahh!”
The pressure of a thigh sliding between his legs caused a startled gasp to interrupt his rambling.
“Gale. Do me a favour and just shut up.”
The gap between them closed as Astarion moved to kiss Gale hard, slipping his tongue into the other’s mouth to effectively stop his rambling. Low, soft moans could be heard, but it wasn’t clear which one of them they originated from. They also simply didn’t care, too absorbed in exploring the mouth of the man in front of them.
When Gale broke away for air, Astarion continued planting kisses along his neck, occasionally rolling out his tongue, tasting the salt on his skin. His free hand moved under the wizard’s shirt, scratching through the soft hairs on his belly and up to his chest. Allowing himself to just do what he wanted felt a bit odd, but very novel and exhilarating at the same time.
Gale gasped and softly moaned under his touch, hips moving against Astarion’s leg of their own accord to find some form of relief from the tense pressure in his trousers.
Astarion could smell the arousal coming from the wizard. Combined with the faint notes of his blood running through that lovely vein in his neck he was now nuzzling, it was quite intoxicating. He wondered if his blood would taste better now that the orb had been seemingly stable for quite some time. The few times that Gale’s blood had ended up in his mouth during battles — which had totally not been on purpose, of course — the taste had been terrible. Absolutely acrid.
Well, one way to find out.
He used his hand, the one still grasping Gale’s neck, to angle it and grazed his fangs along the skin beneath them before biting down. Blood instantly flowed into his mouth, and it was heavy and rich, full-bodied and sweet, and… gods below, it was delectable.
“Hngg-ah!”
He heard Gale let out a small cry at the sudden cold, piercing pain of fangs splitting his skin and felt his muscles tense, but he swiftly relaxed into the bite as the pain turned into a numbing pleasure.
The overwhelming feeling of ecstasy made Astarion groan and breathe heavily through his nose. Pure arousal coursed through him as he gulped down more blood and he vaguely noticed his body had started moving on its own, rutting against Gale like some animal in heat. He didn’t care, he needed to feel Gale. To taste him. Every. Damn. Part of him.
“Your clothes,” Astarion said after forcing himself to break away and take a small step back, a trickle of blood now running down Gale’s neck freely — and if that wasn’t a most beautiful sight. “Take them off.”
Gale complied immediately; taking off his shirt and shoes with ease — making sure the shirt was neatly folded before putting it to the side — but his hands hovered at the waistband of his trousers for a bit. A million thoughts racing through his head, trying to rationalize the situation. But lust and need eventually overpowered it all and he quickly pulled his trousers off and put them aside as well, though not without folding them first, of course.
Astarion let his eyes roam over the wizard in front of him before they settled on the purple underwear. The strain of Gale’s arousal was unmistakable, and a small wet spot clearly visible.
“All of it, darling.”
At this, Gale clearly hesitated, avoiding Astarion’s gaze as he worried his bottom lip.
“Now, Gale.” A hint of irritation as Astarion’s patience began to run thin.
“Wh-what about you?” Gale said, looking over at the still fully-clothed vampire.
Astarion had to suppress an eyeroll. Of course Gale would still worry about the needs of others, even with his cock twitching and leaking in his pants, but Astarion didn’t have time for that.
With one step he was back into the wizard’s space, crowding him up against the wall once more. “Don’t worry about me. I’m just a common whore, remember?” Astarion dragged his tongue down Gale’s neck, past his chest, stopping briefly to tease a nipple, and continuing downwards to his stomach and hip while lowering himself to his knees. His hands followed the descent down the sides of Gale’s body, sliding past his waist to the curve of his back before roughly gripping Gale’s ass.
“O-on my mother’s secret recipes, I swear, I really did not— hnng… I didn’t— ah! Didn’t mean to call you a— hahh… ohmy… wait— …Astarion!”
In one fluid motion Astarion had slid Gale’s underwear off of him, grabbed a hold of his leg, and hooked it over his shoulder. The sudden movement threatened to throw Gale off-balance, but he quickly managed to grab onto a thick, wooden beam to his side.
Right as he was about to mutter a small complaint, Astarion decided to lick a wet stripe along the throbbing shaft of his cock and all of Gale’s thoughts dissipated — soft pants and moans leaving his mouth instead.
The wizard looked absolutely delightful; his cock, hard and twitching, with the tip flushed a most pretty pink and a bead of precum forming. The same pink hue dusted the rest of his body, being the most prominent on his chest and face. And his face — oh that face — his normally furrowed brows now raised up in a pleading manner and his brown eyes glazed over with lust and longing. The mewls and whimpers leaving his mouth made Astarion want to see how many more noises he could pry from the man’s luscious lips.
Astarion decided to ignore the wizard’s cock for now and instead shifted his focus, sinking lower and using his tongue and thumb to massage small circles into the delicate skin between his cock and hole.
“Hah-ah! Mmmfff!” Gale clasped his hand over his mouth in an attempt to stifle his moans.
“Oh no, darling. Let me hear those pretty sounds,” Astarion purred, still nuzzling the wizard. “Or, if you want to make yourself useful, that little grease spell of yours would come in quite handy right about now.” He held out a hand in front of the wizard to emphasize his point.
It took a few seconds for Gale to understand the request, but he eventually managed the right verbal and somatic components for the incantation and slick grease soon covered Astarion’s hand — which he then quickly sneaked back between Gale’s cheeks, thumbing at his hole, and slowly pushing past the resistance there.
Gale made an uncomfortable noise at the sudden intrusion, but it quickly turned into sounds of pleasure. Once he felt Gale relax, Astarion nudged in a second, and finally a third finger, taking his time to properly stretch the wizard. He frequently brushed against the small bundle of nerves inside of him while busying his tongue by massaging the delicate skin again.
It didn’t take long for Gale to be reduced to a moaning mess, pent up as he was. His breath becoming shallow and picking up pace as he was quickly nearing his peak.
“Nngg. Hahh. Ah! Asta-hahh! Hnngg— ohgods… I-I’m close.. Astarion! Ah! I’m gonna… ohgodsimgonnacome… Hah— AHH!”
Unable to hold back, Gale let out a loud wail as his orgasm suddenly overtook him – untouched and unexpected. Thick spurts of cum rapidly painting his stomach and chest. He dropped his head back against the wall, eyes closed in bliss as he rode out his climax. The feeling of Astarion’s fingers slipping out and leaving him empty made Gale whimper.
There was no time for him to catch his breath however. Astarion — momentarily having let go of Gale’s leg — was standing back up, hastily undoing the laces of his own tight trousers and freeing his dick from its constraints, letting out a soft groan of relief when he gave himself a few strokes with his slick-covered hand. Astarion’s eyes locked with Gale’s as he hooked his arm under the wizard’s leg, lifting it once again.
“Such a mess you’ve made, and I’ve hardly even started,” Astarion huffed with mock disappointment.
Gale looked absolutely delicious. His eyes glistening with lust, chest heaving, cum and sweat mixing in the soft hairs that covered his body. The urge to drag his tongue through the mess arose in Astarion, and well, this whole ordeal was happening precisely because he had decided to just give in to his urges and desires, so why stop now.
Astarion bent his head down, flattening his tongue against Gale’s chest and tracing it up to his jaw, smearing cum along the way. He captured Gale’s lips and licked into his mouth — kissing him hard and messy — before lining up his dick with the other’s entrance and slowly pushing in. He felt Gale gasp into his mouth as he bottomed out, but barely gave the wizard time to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in, setting a rough pace.
Despite having already hit his climax once, it didn’t take long for Gale to feel himself get hard again — not with the way Astarion was hitting his prostate over and over again. It almost felt like too much, yet not enough at the same time. Gale’s hands had slid around Astarion’s neck and he was gripping his shirt, holding on for dear life.
Both of them were panting hard into each other's mouth. The heat of Gale around Astarion’s cock felt magnificent, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. What he really craved was to feel that same kind of heat inside of him.
Without so much as a warning, Astarion pulled out of Gale and dropped his leg. The man’s eyes snapped open in confusion, giving a small whine at the loss.
“Mmm… Asta— what…? What’s wrong? Did I— ?”
“No, no, nothing’s wrong. You did nothing wrong. I just realized I’d really rather have your fat cock inside of me, if it’s all the same to you, dear.”
“Oh... I- uh, sure?” Gale stammered, brain still fuzzy from getting railed up the wall a second ago.
Astarion quickly ushered him backwards towards the bed.
“Lie down, on your back,” the elf ordered while getting rid of his own trousers and shirt.
Gale complied and before his back had even hit the bed, Astarion was already on top of him, straddling his hips.
“Grease, now.” Astarion held out his hand impatiently and reached behind himself as soon it was covered. Using his fingers to work himself open.
“I-if you let me, I can help—” Gale started, reaching for Astarion.
“No!”
Gale’s hand got slapped away and, in the brief silence that followed, Astarion paused.
“I mean… No, it’s fine. Just… Don’t touch me without my permission…,” he continued, looking away before adding, “...please.”
“Of course, no touching. Got it,” Gale agreed, holding his palms up in front of him. “But, uhm… you might be better off restraining my hands then. I’m not completely certain I can keep control of them under such… exciting circumstances.” He gave Astarion a sheepish smile.
“I’ll keep it in mind, darling,” Astarion replied, his lips curling into a mischievous grin.
Having wasted enough time — and as impatient as he was — Astarion decided he’d stretched himself enough and used the leftover grease on his hand to coat Gale’s dick, grabbing a hold of it and stroking up and down a few times, while sliding his thumb over the slit to swipe at the precum that was gathering there.
Once he was satisfied with the slickness, Astarion angled Gale’s cock to poke against his opening and eagerly lowered himself on it — soon realizing he might have been a tad too enthusiastic and underestimated the size of it when the stretch almost proved to be too much. But Astarion didn’t care, because Gale was now fully inside him and the heat that radiated from the man was warming his insides, and — fuck — it felt incredible. He could not recall the last time it felt this good. If it ever had…
Sex had always just been a means to an end. An act. A task. Giving or receiving, it made no difference. The goal was always the same and it had never been his own pleasure. But Gale — mundane, boring, know-it-all Gale — had sparked his interest. The mage had seen right through his flirtatious act and simply ignored him. Which was rude and had irritated Astarion, but it also made him feel some form of relief. In fact, it had only made him want to spend more time around Gale. And since his seductions hadn’t worked, he’d started provoking and mocking Gale, trying to coax any reaction whatsoever from him.
So, Gale — who was currently going along with his every demand without asking for anything in return — had managed to rekindle his long-lost desires. And Astarion was going to damn well take advantage of that and indulge.
“Hnnng- Hells, Gale. If I knew you’d feel this good, and be this eager to submit, I’d have made you snap and lose your head months ago.” Astarion tried to keep his voice steady, but failed and let out a shaky gasp when Gale squirmed and his hips involuntarily twitched.
Gale’s hands were gripping at the sheets beneath him as he tried to make good on his promise to not touch Astarion, but couldn’t hold them steady when the vampire started moving. Without realizing he reached for the pale thighs straddling him only to have Astarion grab his wrists with both hands and pin them above his head.
“Tut-tut, darling. I thought you agreed on keeping your hands to yourself? Bad boy.”
Gale’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to respond, except he found himself unable as Astarion’s lips captured his in a heated kiss. When Astarion broke away, Gale was panting hard, trying to catch his breath as he felt the other’s smooth lips trail down the side of his face to nibble and lick along the shell of his ear, making Gale moan and buck up into Astarion again.
Astarion, in return, let out a lewd whine at the sensation.
“Ahhng! Shit, go on then. Fuck me, Gale Dekarios,” he growled into Gale’s ear.
And without hesitation, Gale braced his feet on the bed, almost completely sliding out of Astarion’s hole before roughly slamming back in, relentlessly thrusting into the elf. The wet slaps of skin against skin and Astarion’s moans in his ear drowned out everything else and it soon was all he could focus on.
“Gods, Astah-ha-starion, you feel— hnng, feel so good. I’m not — ahh — not gonna last long!”
Astarion released one hand from his hold on Gale’s wrist — making sure to still keep them pinned with his other — and leaned back, meeting each of Gale’s thrusts as he grabbed his own aching cock.
“Then don’t.”
“I-I’m serious.”
“So am — ohfuck Gale — so am I. Now be a good boy and… ahh… come inside me!”
That sent a jolt of arousal through Gale’s body and Astarion felt Gale’s rhythm falter as he began frantically thrusting into him.
“Ohh, gods above, I’m gonna— ahh! Gonna come!”
“Hhhhh… fuck— yes, Gale!”
Gale’s hips gave one final thrust and then stilled as he spilled deep inside of Astarion with a loud moan, his eyes fluttering shut. It didn’t take long for the elf to follow him over the edge, gasping and panting while coating Gale’s chest. He watched as it pooled there and mixed with the remnants of Gale’s cum.
They sat like that for a while, panting heavily, neither of them moving as they came down from their high — both a tad apprehensive to make the first move. Astarion eventually decided to be the first to break the somewhat awkward silence.
“Well,” he said, releasing his hold on Gale’s wrists when he felt the mage’s softening cock slip out of him and his cum trickling down his thighs. “I think we better get ourselves cleaned up, don’t you, darling?”
Astarion was about to slide off of Gale to take care of the mess, but Gale made a few hand signs while mumbling something and the sticky mess disappeared, earning him a raised eyebrow from Astarion.
“How useful, I wonder how many other messes you’ve simply magicked away during our little adventure,” he said teasingly.
Gale didn’t respond to that, but the way his eyes widened slightly and his breath caught for a brief second was enough of an answer. Astarion grinned as he moved off the bed, gathering his clothes that were scattered on the floor and dressing himself again. Gale, who still had not said a word, started doing the same thing.
When Astarion finished, he grabbed his book and crawled back on his own bed, trying to focus on reading, but noticed Gale from the corner of his eye — fully dressed now as well, what a pity — nervously fidgeting with his hands and clearly mulling over unspoken thoughts.
“I can hear you overthinking, Gale. I’d appreciate if you could do that elsewhere, it’s rather distracting,” Astarion said without looking up from his book.
“I—,” Gale started, but cut himself off just as fast. A few seconds of silence passed before he sighed and gently smiled. “Never mind, Astarion. Enjoy your book.”
And with that he gathered his own stack of books and walked towards the door, but paused in front of it. With his hand hovering over the handle Gale tilted his head back towards Astarion, deliberately avoiding eye contact.
“You know,” Gale paused a bit before continuing, “I was going to look for you, after you ran off, but I figured you’d rather be alone than be seen by me in such a vulnerable state, given our numerous disputes. And when you returned that evening, seemingly fine and unaffected, I didn’t give it a second thought. But I now realize it was foolish, and perhaps a tad selfish, of me to assume you were alright. Especially after everything we’ve been through. So for that I apologize, Astarion. Now, what I’m going to say next might be rather out-of-the-blue, but if you have no other plans, I would hereby like to extend an invitation to my tower in Waterdeep. You’d be most welcome. It’s lovely this time of year, I’m certain you’ll appreciate it.” A small pause. “And, uhm, I wouldn’t mind the extra company… You’re allowed to decline, of course, but… just think about it, okay?” And without waiting for a response, Gale walked through the door, closing it behind him.
Huh. How curious, Astarion thought.
However, the warm feeling Gale’s proposition stirred inside of him was even more curious. Perhaps he should take up the offer. Just so he could annoy and tease the wizard some more, obviously. Yes, that seemed like a good plan.
Lost in thought, Astarion barely registered the way his own lips had curled into a soft smile.