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The True and Impossible Adventures of Tenebrux Morrow, Volume 2 wasn’t truly keeping Astarion’s attention as he flipped through its pages, the tale of the interplanar space captain simply words on the page before him. He was seated in a rather plush purple armchair, reading by the dim light of the fireplace and a few candles strewn about the room. His legs were spread wide in his seat to accommodate Gale between them, who knelt at his feet on a similarly plush pillow to protect his knees, his arms obediently clasped behind his back.
The distracting element was, of course, Gale with his mouth wrapped obscenely around Astarion’s cock. The wizard, in all his hubris, pressed until his cock hit the back of his throat and backed off just enough so he could breath - Astarion felt Gale’s shallow breaths through his nose against his skin. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of his flushed face, though a few graying strands escaped the ribbon and stuck to his sweat sheened forehead. Gale’s eyes were closed and his expression serene, like he was calm and content to be exactly where he was, warming Astarion’s cock.
When they’d started this scene, Gale obediently crawling between his legs and taking his half hard cock onto his tongue, Astarion believed he might be able to keep this up for a while and get some light reading done. Now, an hour later, he was unbearably hard and eager, dripping down Gale’s throat - he resisted the urge to thrust in deep when he felt the man swallow involuntarily. That mouth was just so warm around him, the heat radiated through the rest of his body; Astarion briefly wondered if this was what his body might feel like if he was still alive - it was like the submission of this sweet wizard could thaw his undead flesh and make him anew.
Despite the almost certain ache in his knees and jaw, Gale had obeyed Astarion’s orders. He stayed utterly still, patiently waiting for Astarion’s next request without complaint. It was a heady feeling, the power he held over Gale, and it was utterly delicious how much the wizard enjoyed it. Gale had been so good, though, sweet and patient - he deserved a reward. It was difficult to turn pages with one hand but he couldn’t resist reaching a hand down and placing it atop Gale’s head, letting his fingers tangle in his hair and messing the ponytail up even more. The golden Sunwalker ring glinted in the candlelight as his hand moved and Astarion admired how lovely it looked atop the head of the man who gave it to him. Gale’s eyes opened like he’d been startled from a trance, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.
“Hello, my sweet, how are you faring? Still okay?” Astarion said. Gale blinked slowly once in response, humming happily around the cock in his mouth. Astarion couldn’t hold back a little moan from the vibrations. Gale’s brown eyes were glazed over and his expression was soft and relaxed; how utterly pretty he looked made Astarion decide to set the book down on the nearby side table and give the man his full attention.
“Of course you are, you lovely thing. Just where you’re meant to be, aren’t you? On your knees with your mouth full.” Astarion moved his free hand to cup Gale’s cheek, tracing his stretched and spit slicked lips with his thumb. Gale could do little else but hum in agreement again, looking up at Astarion with half lidded eyes.
“You’ve been such a good boy, love, so perfect for me. Can you keep being sweet for me, for a little while longer? Let me use that mouth of yours, hmm?” Gale’s eyes flicked open wide then and he slid forward an inch, Astarion’s cock bumping against the opening to his throat, betraying his eagerness. His eyes were begging Astarion to move, to use him, accompanied by an impatient whine low in his throat. This was what Gale had been so patiently waiting for. Astarion slid the hand tangled in Gale’s hair to the back of his head and ever so slowly pulled him closer, sinking his cock deeper into the wizard’s throat. He pressed in until he could go no deeper and Gale’s nose was pressed into his pelvis, his airway was completely blocked. He always marveled at how much Gale must trust him, to let him control even the breath in his lungs.
Astarion held him there for a long moment, feeling Gale’s throat clench around the head of his cock. He hissed, running his fingers over the column of Gale’s throat, hoping to feel his cock through the skin. It was almost like he could feel the man’s heartbeat through his tongue, pressed against the vein on the underside of his cock. Gale’s throat was a tight fit, but the wizard did not struggle even when he couldn’t breathe, his heartbeat slowly increasing as his lungs begged for air.
Astarion let him up then, pulling back just enough to let Gale breathe. The wizard sucked in grateful gulps of air through his nose and Astarion gently pet his hair. When his breathing calmed just enough, Astarion pressed into his throat again, this time gently rocking his hips ever, grinding into the back of his throat.
“You like that, don’t you, love? Your throat feels like it was made for me, so warm, so wet, so perfect. You’re so good for me, such a good boy.” Astarion was starting to ramble now, he knew that. He was barely holding back from letting go and fucking into that tight heat, keeping his thrusts gentle as he slowly opened up Gale’s throat. Astarion felt like he was edging himself like this, using Gale as a toy to tease himself to completion, but Gale deserved that syrupy slow pace that left him looking so saccharine sweet.
Gale was his - his to fuck, his to own, his to love. After all they’d been through together, every trial and tribulation, now they could have this at the top of Gale’s wizard tower, this slow and sensual union. They didn’t have anywhere better to be. Astarion rested his hand on the back of Gale’s neck, his fingertips barely grazing the bite mark scar he’d left in the flesh there, his proof of possession on this wonderful wizard’s soft skin. He’d spent so much time yearning to be strong, desiring enough power to force all his enemies away so he might feel safe. Here in this tower, with his cock down Gale of Waterdeep’s throat, he felt powerful and in control and… loved, in his way.
These days, it was always those sappy thoughts that brought him closer to the edge.
He stopped to let Gale breath again, pulling him away by his ponytail. Gale whined, leaning in to swallow his cock down again, but still kept his arms obediently behind his back. Astarion laughed breathlessly.
“Shh, my sweet, you’re doing so well, I’m so close for you. Catch your breath now so I can cum down your throat, alright? Is that what you want?” Gale gurgled and nodded slightly, licking the underside of Astarion’s cock to show his exuberance. Astarion’s hips stuttered at the sensation and he gave Gale’s hair a little warning tug, which made the wizard’s eyes crinkle in a smile.
“Gods and you’re so eager too, aren’t you? Don’t fret, I’ll give you just what you want.”
Astarion set the pace now, chasing his orgasm in earnest. The head of his cock popped in and out of Gale’s throat with ease, the tight squeeze of it leaving him babbling sweet nonsense and praise for his wizard. It was a slick and easy slide against Gale’s talented tongue, Astarion holding Gale’s head steady while he bucked his hips up into that sweet mouth - the wet squelching sounds with each thrust brought him closer and closer to orgasm, until his thighs were shaking with it.
“You’ll swallow nice for me, won’t you, love?”
And Gale did, just like always. Astarion shook as he came, the sensation of Gale hungrily swallowing down his spend almost too much for his oversensitive cock. Astarion’s hands quivered as he ran his fingers through Gale’s messy hair, soothing himself as well as Gale through the last pulses of his orgasm. He stayed there a moment until Gale’s hand came to tap against his knee, to signal his need for air.
Gently, Astarion pulled his softening cock out of Gale’s mouth all the way for the first time in what seemed like ages. Gale’s head lolled to the side, resting against Astarion’s bare thigh while he gasped, reintroducing air into his lungs. He looked utterly wrecked, with teary eyes and reddened lips, his face flushed and bearded chin coated in spit that trailed all down his neck. Still, those half lidded eyes looked up at him, seeking approval and praise even as he struggled to regain his breath.
“You really are such a good boy. Would you like to cum? You’ve certainly earned it.” Astarion felt truly sated, every muscle in his body relaxed as he melted into the armchair following his orgasm. Gale certainly deserved a reward for being such a perfect hole for his cock.
“Please, Astarion,” Gale whispered, his voice hoarse, nuzzling into the pale skin of Astarion’s thigh as he did.
With a whispered incantation, Astarion cast his invisible mage hand, silently commanding it to meander between Gale’s legs. He cupped Gale’s cheek in one of his hands, rubbing his thumb through the mess of spit on the man’s lips and chin. Gale leaned into his touch, pressing a little kiss to Astarion’s thumb when the chance arose. The gray in his hair and beard, flush in his cheeks, the gasp that left his lips as the mage hand wrapped around his cock - by the gods, Astarion was in love with this perfect wizard.
“C-cold, ah!” Gale stuttered out, but he still spread his legs further as that chilled magic sensation wrapped around him, his knees now on either side of the pillow instead of atop it. His cock bobbed against the pillow before the mage hand gave an experimental tug. Astarion scooched forward on the chair to get a better view, tilting Gale’s head up by the chin so they could meet eyes.
“Take your pleasure for yourself, love. Go on, fuck into the hand, I want to watch you come undone.”
Gale groaned but acquiesced, rolling his hips tentatively. The flush in his face grew more and more red with the exertion as he picked up speed, thrusting into the gentle grip of the mage hand, growing frustrated as the friction wasn’t quite enough to get him off. Astarion smiled and pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead.
“What’s wrong, my sweet? It’s not enough, is it?”
“Please, Astarion, please. More,” Gale gasped out.
“How cruel of me. And you’ve been so good, too. Here, I know what you need. Something in that mouth, isn’t that right? It wouldn’t be right of me to leave this hole so empty and wanting.” Astarion slid his thumb onto Gale’s tongue, the rest of his fingers wrapped around his chin. He pressed that tongue down, pulling his mouth open by the jaw and Gale moaned loudly, unable to muffle the sound. Astarion gently stroked his tongue and over his teeth as he tightened the grip on the mage hand - looking into the man’s mouth, he felt a strange bit of affection for the back of his throat.
“That’s better, isn’t it? No need for words, no need for silly spells. You’re such a perfect thing, just like this.” Astarion had mercy on him then, knowing Gale’s knees had to be hurting at this point, and started stroking him with the mage hand faster than Gale could rock his hips, helping him reach his climax. The sounds coming from Gale’s open mouth were obscene, gasps and hoarse moans filling the otherwise quiet bedroom, the only ambiance the crackling of the fire.
Astarion always knew Gale was close when his muscles started to tense and his thrusts began to stutter.
“That’s it, good boy. Cum for me now, my sweet, I want to watch you fall apart.”
Gale’s eyes rolled back into his head when he came but he still obediently kept his mouth open, refraining from biting down even as his whole body was wracked with orgasm. He looked so beautiful like this, in the throes of ecstasy. His spend covered the pillow between Gale’s legs, though Astarion moved the mage hand to catch some fluid on its fingers.
“Don’t forget to clean up after yourself, love.”
Astarion exchanged his thumb in Gale’s mouth for the mage hand, watching that masterful tongue lick his spend off the invisible magical appendage, swirling and twisting to get all the fluid between the thing’s fingers. Astarion took Gale’s hair down then, untying the ribbon and running his fingers through his hair while they both came down from the moment.
“How was that, love?” Astarion asked.
“Perfect, dear, absolutely perfect. Thank you. And for you?” Gale responded happily, sounding breathless but pleased.
“Absolutely lovely as always. Now, do you need some help getting up?”
“Please. These knees aren’t what they used to be and I think my legs don’t work anymore.” Gale laughed. Astarion offered him a hand up and he was, indeed, unsteady on his feet. Gale cast a few prestidigitation spells, cleaning up the space - wizardry was convenient that way. Astarion leaned up and kissed him, then, just a soft press of lips.
“I love you, you know,” Astarion said quietly as they crawled into bed, Gale on his back and Astarion settling his head on his furred chest, listening to the man’s soothing heartbeat.
“I love you too, Astarion,” Gale responded, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. They laid there a while, Astarion melting into the warmth of Gale’s soft body and marveling at just how much he cared for this man, curling a hand around Gale’s waist to hold him close, claiming him as his own even here in the afterglow.
“So tell me, my dearest, what did Tenebrux Morrow get up to today?” Gale asked. When Astarion snuck a peek up at Gale’s face, he had a real smug, all knowing grin on his face. He knew Astarion hadn’t absorbed a word.
“Oh, shut up, you bastard,” Astarion grumbled, but he couldn’t stop the smile at the corner of his own mouth as he grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at Gale’s head.