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[mystracal]

tfln | invitations | and there was only one bed | undermountain alurlyath | what could be | blood bond | the price of freedom
it wore his face | dinner with morena dekarios | rediscovery

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[mystracal]

[Gale smiles so wide, wide enough he's afraid it might tear his face in two; there's relief in his eyes, elation, unmitigated and boundless.]

I- gods, you make me the happiest man alive.

[His hand in Astarion's grasp turns to cup his face, his pulse pounding from excitement rather than his nerves. He wipes his eye with the heel of his palm, his hands shaking.]

You know, we have to live through this now. I can't go getting your hopes up, only to not keep my word.

[sangwhine]

[Hells, Astarion really is head over heels in love with this stupid man, isn't he? Gale's smile is infectious, so much so that Astarion can't keep a wide grin from spreading across his own face. He moves to brush the tears from Gale's eyes, leaning forward to catch his lips in a brief, firm kiss.]

It's just a matter of steering clear of murderous cultists and my feral siblings, darling. Only the usual perils.

[He leans in again, unable to resist another kiss before resting his forehead against Gale's, his body braced over the other man's, their legs tangled together.]

But it is something I think I'll enjoy looking forward to. Sharing in all the delights your wizard's tower has to offer.

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[Gale takes a deep inhale, breathing Astarion in. He's not sure what's making him so flush, the fever or his feelings - he suspects a combination of both - but he can feel it all the way down his chest, sweat beading along his neck.]

My tower is rather empty these days, what with all the artefacts I've had to consume. It could use some redecorating. Something to make it a place for both of us.

[sangwhine]

Oh, I do love the sound of a good challenge. Making it a space truly worthy of our names.

[He presses a kiss to the corner of Gale's lips, then turns to trail kisses along the line of his jaw. The adrenaline of Gale's blood in his veins, the sheer emotion welled up in his heart makes him loathe to separate himself from the wizard. He draws his hand up along Gale's side, dragging his nails to indent against his skin.]

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[Those nails push a sigh from Gale, one that stutters against his ribs on the way out as though the very air in his lungs were raked through; his neck arches as he leans into Astarion's hand, as though demanding to be marked further.]

You will have to [ah] decide what life you'll lead with me. We can share the library, but what other hhhhhobbies will you indulge in now that you have your freedom?

[sangwhine]

[Astarion will never tire of drawing these reactions from Gale. He could spend a lifetime mapping the different touches that leave the wizard undone and squirming beneath him. It's such a heady rush to have found this again, to reclaim this part of himself, and the promise of more ways to carve out his own life is all the more alluring.]

Mmh, that is a thought, isn't it? We shall have to find some way to pass the time...

[He drops a kiss over the healing fang marks on Gale's neck, then lower, mouthing against his collarbone with teeth and tongue. His hand finds the hem of Gale's pants, his thumb brushing against the soft jut of his hip bone.]

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[Bloodloss does not seem to have slowed Gale much, his arousal evident as he pushes against the bed with one foot, sliding his back against the pillow behind him so he can sit at an angle - better to fight his lightheadedness, as he wouldn't want this to end too soon. One of his hands slips behind Astarion's neck as he grazes, his other coming to rest near his own head. Gods, he feels hot.]

We'll keep ourselves occupied somehow, I'm sure. The theatre, the merchants, the —gods, Astarion— Um... the topics we'll be broaching with my family, among other things.

[Astarion's teeth on Gale's skin drag a whine out of him between all the soft panting he's doing, the hand near his head curling in reply.]

[sangwhine]

I suppose that will change the tone of the conversation with your dear mother, to introduce myself to her as your intended.

[Is it weird to mention your fiance's mother when you're about to go down on him? Possibly. But Gale did bring up his family in the first place. And Astarion isn't about to stop when can't get enough of the heat radiating from his skin. He lets his lips trail lower, dropping a kiss to the center of the orb, then over Gale's heart, before latching onto his nipple. All the while, his hand slides in, lazily working to undo the ties on his pants with teasing strokes against his arousal.]

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I'm sure she'll be thrilled to learn I've someone special in my life who isn't Mystra.

[He looks down to Astarion, eyes half-lidded, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip.]

The others may return at any moment, you know.

[sangwhine]

The tavern below is quite welcoming. I'm sure they'll gladly partake of all it has to offer.

[He draws Gale's cock slowly from his pants, giving him time to pull away should he want to. He knows that Gale's self-concious about the others overhearing, but it's a lovely little thrill. Meanwhile, he trails kisses lower and lower, until he's practically nuzzling against his length.]

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[Though Astarion gives Gale time to move away, it seems the wizard doesn't want to, despite his remark about their companions. Admittedly, there is a thrill in the danger of being caught, seen with his lover in a compromising position. He opens his thighs for Astarion, his length already hardening.]

And should anyone come in, I suppose we do have this screen for privacy, what little it offers.

[sangwhine]

Mmh, a delight for the ears but not the eyes.

[Astarion will take that invitation for what it is. He lowers himself to Gale's cock, licking a long stripe against the underside of it before sealing his lips over the head and tonguing at the slit. All the while he keeps his gaze fixed on Gale, his cheeks still flushed from Gale's blood, his mouth noticeably warmer for it.]

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[Gale tries to hold Astarion's gaze for as long as possible, but finds it a challenge as the vampire's tongue toys with the head of his cock, maneuvering it with a well-practiced deftness. His mouth is warm, even more so than it had been in the fine baths of The Hissing Stones. For as enamored with Astarion as Gale thought he'd been, he'd had no idea then the depths his devotion could reach.]

What delights I offer are yours, and yours alone.

[He bites deeper into his lower lip as he tries to control his breathing, his hand slipping into Astarion's hair, fingers gently gripping his slivery curls.]

[sangwhine]

[Astarion's only answer is a soft groan of affirmation as he lowers himself down on Gale's length. His head tilts just slightly as he does, into the pressure of Gale's palm. Even as Gale's eyes close he keeps his gaze on the wizard, memorizing the look of him, the flush of his cheeks, the way his teeth indent against his lips, the rise and fall of his chest.

Astarion breathes in the scent of him as his nose buries in the coarse hair at the base of Gale's cock. With the thrum of his blood pumping through veins only inches away, the aroma of him is thick and heady but so unmistakably Gale. It makes Astarion's mouth water around his length, makes him hungry for more.

He gives a low, indulgent moan around the other man before slowly drawing his head up, lips tight on Gale's length. It's Gale who makes this worthwhile once more, who makes Astarion crave more.]

Holidays, please calm down. :(

[mystracal]

[Astarion's moan reverberates through Gale's member all the way up his spine. The heat of Astarion's mouth, the drag of his lips, and slight feeling of fangs brushing against the sides of his cock - the stimulation is enough to push a whine from the back of his throat.

Gale does his best to hold them in, but the vocalizations keep coming, escaping him one by one: a low groan as he shifts his back, his fingers twitching against Astarion's scalp; a short moan as his foot slides on the bed, failing to get traction; an uneven gasp as he feels the tightness of his erection, what blood he has in him redirected southward. He brushes his free hand through his hair, his palm landing on his forehead as chestnut strands cling to his fingers - he feels hot and cold at the same time, sweating and shivering and lightheaded all at once.

And yet, if his smile and the heavy, ragged breath that lumbers from his throat are any indication, he's still enjoying himself.]

Oh no :( Sending good vibes your way. I hope things calm down! <3

[sangwhine]

[The fact that Gale us trying to restrain himself, trying to stifle them, makes each one that escapes him all the more thrilling. Astarion works his deft tongue against Gale's length as he moves his head over it. His hands slide over the meat of Gale's thighs, dragging into the soft, giving flesh. He wants more of them, eagerly applying his many talents to the task.

Gale is so beautiful like this, flushed with sweat. He can't tear his eyes away. Knowing that Gale has promised himself to Astarion swells in Astarion's heart. He'll have this sight for so many days to come. This is the man who will be his husband, and he couldn't love Gale more.]

<3

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[Gale is stifling his third or fourth needy whine, letting them hiss through his teeth as he smiles, when there's an unexpected sound: the knob of the door rattling, a key being inserted into the old lock, metal turning within the wooden door. It opens: someone steps inside, closing the door behind them.

Gale turns about as red as the fires of Avernus itself, clapping a hand over his mouth and holding his breath. His attempt to keep the noise to a minimum may have been half-hearted before, but it's at the top of his priorities now.]

<3!!

[sangwhine]

[Speaking of the fires of Avernus, a moment later Karlach's voice rises across the room.]

Hey, Fangs! You two make it back all right?

[Astarion, of course, sees this as an opportunity. His eyes flick to Gale's face, watching his reaction carefully. In a swift moment, he swallows Gale down to the hilt. His nails drag up Gale's stomach and chest, twisting a nipple between his fingertips. At the same time, his free hand slides down between Gale's legs to press one finger into him.]

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[Gale has approximately one second to both realize what Astarion is thinking and give him a worried look before the vampire sets himself loose, attacking Gale from several angles. The sensation of his cock hitting the roof of Astarion's throat almost draws a moan from him; he bites his hand until it nearly bleeds as a pale hand climbs his chest, teasing him. He manages to swallow it all down, his toes curling, his free hand griping the comforter beneath him as though it would save him.]

We did, Karlach, both here and ah fine! We're just- resting.

[He bites harder on his hand, his teeth leaving imprints on his knuckles. Unfortunately, his manners get the better of him at the worst time.]

Thank you for hhhhhhhh gods—!

[That finger entering him was more than he could handle. This might be the end for him as he finally dies from embarrassment.]

[sangwhine]

[Perhaps adding insult to injury, there's a somewhat restrained giggle from the other side of the room, before Karlach answers.]

Sounds like my kind of rest. Don't you worry, I'll keep the rest busy downstairs!

[The door opens and closes behind her, her heavy footsteps retreating down the stairs a moment later.

Astarion, pleased as can be, pulls himself off Gale's cock to rest his cheek against the wizard's thigh, regarding him with a lazy grin.]

That should give us some privacy, don't you think?

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[Despite how painfully, impossibly red he is, Gale can't help but laugh at Astarion's mischievous predilections. He should have known they'd be walked in on eventually, and yet, he couldn't help himself.

And still can't, apparently. Gods, he's in love - there's no denying that, no matter how embarrassed he may be. At least Karlach was a good sport, ever-supportive of their coupling.]

I would hope so. If anyone can be a distraction, it's Karlach.

[He runs his hand through Astarion's hair, gazing down at him, the tips of his fingers brushing against those pale, pointed ears.]

I should've known you'd be trouble.

[sangwhine]

[There is nothing else quite like the sound of Gale's laughter or the touch of his hands. Astarion turns his head into his fingers, not unlike a cat seeking affection.]

I certainly don't recall hearing any protests from your lips, dearest.

[He moves just enough to press a kiss to Gale's palm, nuzzling against it. After a moment's consideration, he presses himself up, slipping up the length of Gale's body to press a kiss to his lips, momentarily distracted from his arousal.]

But if Karlach is to be our distraction, I dare say that discretion may not be her first order of business.

[Yet his voice is full of fondness. Astarion understands Karlach in ways he's sure that the others in their party can't, and it doesn't take much to know that she's hardly tactful when it comes to matters of lust and desire.]

[mystracal]

I assume she announced what we're doing the moment she hit the bottom of the stairs.

[He runs his hand along Astarion's back, letting his fingers fall into the dips of his muscles.]

And if not, give her a drink or two.

[As he breathes in, his chest and belly rise to meet Astarion's body above him; he rolls his hips just a pinch, seeking more contact.]

[sangwhine]

Oh, certainly. I would expect nothing less from her.

[His words come with a contented sigh as he takes a moment to savor Gale's hand at his back. It's strange how such a small thing brings him so much comfort, but the warmth of Gale's hand on his skin puts his mind at ease.

Then, of course, there's the much more pressing heat of Gale's arousal against his thigh. He favors the wizard with a fond smile, moving a hand to curl around him.]

Now, we wouldn't want to disappoint our companions, would we?

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Oh, I think we could disappoint a few of them. Jaheira, certainly. Lae'zel, perhaps. But Karlach? Never.

[A smile of his own stretches across his face at Astarion's touch.]

She's always been our staunchest supporter. Of yours in particular.