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Astarion woke up from his trance the next day—well, actually, after a couple hours. Elves needed less rest than humans, so it didn't surprise him that Gale was still asleep next to him—also considering what they got up to last night.

Reluctantly, he slowly and carefully removed himself from Gale's arms, pulling himself away and off the bed. His gaze lingered on the man and how pretty and adorable he was when he was asleep. He briefly wondered if he should leave now with a note—then immediately dismissed that thought. He checked the time on his phone. Still early, but Gale would be up soon to head to work. Astarion started later than him, so he'd have time to make some breakfast for Gale and see him off. The thought made him pause—this was awfully domestic.

He found he didn't mind.

He ripped his gaze away from the beautiful sight that was Gale and made his way to the kitchen again. He was humming as he went; this morning was off to a great start. It was… nice, put simply.

Gale was absolutely passed out. After their quite rigorous activity from the night before he was completely spent, so much so that he even managed to sleep through his alarms.

When he finally did wake up, he didn't realize what the time was. No, he was more fixated on the feeling of the plug shifting inside of him, keeping all of Astarion's spend right where he wanted it. It sent a chill through his tired body, his cock twitching with renewed interest. Oh, what a lovely memory that was. Knowing that he was carrying this mark of his new lover's ownership with him made it all the more arousing.

Speaking of his new lover, where had he gone? Did he leave in the middle of the night? He tilted his head up to listen for any noise, relaxing when he heard some shuffling coming from the kitchen. Good, he hadn't left.

He whimpered when he sat upright, the pressure pushing the plug against his prostate. The professor rocked twice in the same manner before forcing himself to stand up. As much as he wanted to get himself off again, he was far more interested in what Astarion was up to. He pulled the robe over himself and tied it shut for at least some form of decency before making his way to the kitchen.

"Good morning, lover," he greeted with a yawn.

Astarion was just placing the pancakes he made onto plates when Gale came in. He lit up at the sight of him, a warm smiling spreading across his face—and even wider at the marks on the man’s neck. "Good morning, darling. I usually don't cook, but I think I managed to not burn these. Or the house."

Gale chuckled. "Oh, thank goodness for that. That would be much less pleasant to wake up to."

As he walked closer, Astarion's eyes wandered down, noticing the slight bulge beneath his robe. A knowing smirk tugged at his lips. "Looks like someone woke up happy," he teased, stepping closer to Gale and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Gale’s face flushed slightly, one hand moving to cover himself while the other grabbed the plate. "Difficult not to when I wake up so full of you," he mumbled.

Astarion hummed, pleased at the thought. "I can imagine." He set his own plate down at the table, then pulled out the chair and gestured for Gale to sit down.

"Eat up, love. Maybe I'll have a little extra treat for breakfast as well." There was a twinkle in his eye as he smirked at him.

Gale smiled at the sweet gesture and did just that, folding his robe underneath him before he sat. He couldn’t help but make a strange yelp when he did, squirming in place to try to find a comfortable position while his blush darkened. "This is going to be difficult to navigate…" he muttered to himself.

The professor dug into the meal Astarion prepared for him, giving a little shoulder shimmy. "These are lovely. Thank you!" He beamed.

"You're very welcome. I suppose I could also quickly help with this little distraction before you leave for work," Astarion offered, lightly kissing the marks on the side of Gale's neck. He grinned as he sank down to his knees between Gale's legs. "We can eat together," he added playfully, hands moving to pull open Gale's robes.

Gale swallowed the bite in his mouth, unable to hide the effect Astarion had on him. Despite the nervous anticipation in his gaze, his body reacted in kind, legs spreading for Astarion to have easier access. "I'm certain I won't be able to focus on eating while you're down there."

Before he could relax into the chair and let the other have his way with him, his gaze fell on the clock on his wall. "Shit! I'm running late!" he gasped. He was running very far behind, in fact. The logical part of his brain told him to push Astarion away and get ready now, but every other part of him longed to just enjoy his time with the elf. He chewed at his lower lip, debating.

Astarion was never the responsible one.

"I'm sure your students won't mind," Astarion murmured. He smirked, hands running along Gale's thighs as they were pushed apart. He licked his lips as he brought Gale's hard cock into view. "I'll be quick. Promise."

Gale groaned at the sight of Astarion kneeling before him, lips parted and ready to take him in. His resolve shattered as the decision was promptly made for him. "You are a terrible influence," he sighed. One of his hands ran through Astarion's hair and settled on the back of his head, not pushing or pulling, just resting. "Not that it'll take very long regardless, considering…."

Astarion only smiled. Without another word, Astarion took Gale into his mouth, eyes locking onto Gale's to watch his every expression. His hand joined his mouth, stroking the base as he bobbed his head up and down, tongue swirling around the tip. He didn't have the chance to taste him completely last night, and he aimed to correct this now, mouth and hand working skillfully to bring Gale to his release quickly. He hummed around him, sending vibrations through his sensitive flesh.

"Oh, fff—hah—!" Gale tossed his head back with a noisy whine, tightening his grip on Astarion's curls. The other hand gripped the arm of the chair just as hard as he tried to not thrust up into his mouth. That dangerously talented mouth with that wicked fucking tongue worked along his cock so well. Every time he shifted his body the plug moved around inside of him. It created a vicious feedback loop of him squirming to stay still only to get more pleasure from the stimulation against his prostate, thus making him squirm more in turn. It was maddening.

True to his word, his orgasm built fast, his self control fading at the same time. He started with soft, shallow rocks of his hips first, studying Astarion for any signs of discomfort.

Astarion moaned around Gale as he felt his hips buck. He wanted, needed to taste him already. He brought his mouth deeper around Gale, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of his throat. His lack of a gag reflex allowed him to stay there for a while before he brought his head up, then back down again. One hand fondled the balls, lightly tugging and squeezing, while the other sneaked behind them and pushed the plug hard into Gale.

"'Starion, I-I'm close," Gale barely managed to say in time. The feeling of that plug pushing into him and pressing harder onto his sweet spot was enough to send him stumbling over the edge, his orgasm hitting him in gradually increasing waves of pleasure. His thighs shook as he whimpered out Astarion's name over and over again under his breath until he was finally spent.

Astarion swallowed every drop, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he savored the taste. The taste of him—pure Gale—was possibly sweeter than the maple syrup he'd poured over the pancakes, sweeter than anything he'd had before.

"Hah…. You are…." Gale panted out, unable to form the words to finish the thought. "I don't think I'm going to think about anything but this today."

When Astarion finally pulled back, he licked his lips, a satisfied smile playing on his face. "I don't think I will either," he said, his voice a low purr. "Feel better, darling?"

Gale nodded breathlessly, pushing his own hair out of his face. "Much better. I'm glad to know I won't be alone." He glanced up at the clock again and sighed. "I really need to start getting ready for work," he said, though he made no effort to move.

Astarion chuckled, standing up and giving Gale a quick peck on the lips. "Yes, you do," he agreed, though he was also clearly savoring the moment. "But it's so much fun distracting you." Reluctantly, Astarion stepped back and straightened his own clothes. "Go on then, finish eating and get ready. I'll clean up, don't worry," he reassured.

Gale hummed into the kiss, leaning into it to make it last for as long as possible. "Thank you. I really must find a way to repay the favor."

"I’m sure you'll figure out something." Astarion chuckled, sitting down to eat his own pancakes at a reasonable pace, the taste of Gale still on his tongue.

Gale quickly scarfed down the rest of his before practically jumping up, rushing to get everything together. It was incredibly awkward for him to move this fast while still plugged but he pushed through anyways. He didn't exactly have the time to go slow.

Since he would most likely be spending part of his day uncomfortably hard, he decided to go for a looser pair of pants and a longer sweater to cover himself. He grabbed his bags and the last of his items once dressed before he sped back out.

"Here's a spare key, love," he said, out of breath from his rushing. "So you can leave whenever you're ready."

Astarion had just finished and put the plates in the sink as Gale approached. He took the key in his hand and pocketed it, giving him a quick kiss goodbye. "Have a good day, darling." he grinned as he watched Gale prepare to leave, knowing that the professor was still stuffed full of him.

Gale nodded as he pat himself down. "Thank you, Astarion. I hope you do as well. Love you!" The words came out so quickly and so naturally that neither him nor Astarion didn't even register them as he walked out the door and slammed it behind him.

Astarion froze, hands wet and plates in hands, a stunned expression on his face as he looked at the shut door. Gale's rushed words hung in the air.

"Holy shit."

The elf rushed to the door, water dripping everywhere as he pulled it open and looked out. Gale must have left already. He took out his phone and sent a message with a shaky voice.

Gale had just made it to his car and turned on the engine when he felt a buzz. He quickly pulled out his phone, freezing right where he was when he played the message.

"Love you too."

What? Where did this come from? Had he—

Oh. Oh no.

He was so caught up in trying to get out the door he didn't realize the words had slipped out of his mouth. That wasn't the plan! The plan was to take Astarion on a very romantic candlelit date and tell him then, not while he was in a rush to get to work after getting his back blown out the night before! He carefully hit his forehead against his steering wheel for his own stupidity.

… But Astarion said it back. He shot upright to play the message again, the biggest grin on his face forming. Astarion said it back. He quickly starred the message so that it wouldn't get lost in the sea of messages. That was certainly going to be a recording he listened to again and again.

The soreness from the night before was really starting to set in now. His thighs ached something fierce, and every time he sat down and shifted his sitting position it pressed the plug in him further and made him let out high-pitched little yelps. It was a wonderful mix of pleasure and discomfort, and by the time he arrived at Blackstaff he was fully hard again. He was thankful that he had made the conscious decision to wear looser pants and longer shirts because it was definitely saving him from embarrassment right now.

Still, the discomfort and sore muscles were enough to give him something of a limp to his walk, which did not go unnoticed by his students at all as he walked into class. Already there was a multitude of excited whispers and chattering about the room, much to his dismay.

Gale sighed in preparation of what was certain to be a very exhausting day of teasing before he pulled a spare hair tie from his desk drawer and pulled his hair behind his head.

"Good morning, students. As I'm sure you—" He barely even managed to get the greeting out before loud gasps and more excited chatter filled the room. He paused, looking up at his students with a furrowed brow. Many of them were grinning from ear to ear.

"What? What's so funny?" he asked as he put his hair up into a loose bun. A few of the students continued to giggle with each other for a moment until someone finally spoke up.

"Holy shit, did Astarion try to eat you or something? I mean look at that—"

"Language," he scolded instinctively before the rest of their teasing registered. "What are you—oh."

The marks. Astarion left marks on him last night, marks that he so stupidly forgot about. His face erupted into a bright red as he rushed to put his hair back down, but it was too late. The class burst out into laughter. His expression told them everything.

"That is none of your concern!"

Astarion was still smiling as he finished up washing the dishes, Gale's words lingering in his mind. He glanced at the clock, noting that it was almost time for him to leave for work as well. He had time to take care of the problem that'd formed when he was solving Gale's—he'd been ignoring it long enough.

He made sure everything was clean and organized in the kitchen, jogged over to the couch he'd fucked Gale on last night, then promptly pulled his pants down to gain some much needed relief for his throbbing cock.

Gale shook his head at his student's antics, moving to take a seat at his desk. A strange, strangled yelp escaped him as the plug inside of him made its presence known again, prompting a chorus of more laughter from his students. He refused to dignify their amusement with any sort of acknowledgement, so he instead positioned himself in a way that was slightly more comfortable and pretended to busy himself with organizing some papers. He swore he saw a few of them pass money around in his peripheral vision.

“Ahem. As I’m sure you remember, today is reserved for peer reviews,” he said, doing his best to put on his usual professional cadence. “Pair up into groups of three and swap essays with each other. Make sure your comments are constructive and meaningful.” The students eagerly stood, creating a cacophony of footsteps and shuffling chairs and materials as they found their groups.

Gale had just leaned back in his chair right as his phone buzzed again. He leaned forward again to check, propping his elbows on the table.

[Attached are two photos. A dick pic—Astarion's, spent with cum still dripping from it and across his stomach. The other is the bottom half of his face, with a sultry grin showing his sharp canine teeth and his tongue out, licking his cum from his fingers.]

Gale's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of the pictures. He couldn't decide if he should continue to stare or if he should throw his phone down and act like nothing happened. His (very hard) dick eventually made the decision for him, though, his gaze drinking in every pixel of the images. He realized with a jolt of arousal that the picture was taken in his house—more specifically, on his couch.

The mental image of Astarion bringing himself to orgasm on his very furniture did little to quell the flames within him. He knew for a fact he was bright red without even seeing himself. He glanced up at his students. They were entirely preoccupied.

With a quick swipe and a sneaky movement, he managed to snap a picture of the front of his pants.

[Attached is a picture of his cock straining against the front of his trousers, the free hand not holding his phone clutching at his thigh tightly.]

Gale sighed with a quiet groan, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. This was going to be hell.

Astarion snickered as he read the text and put his phone away. He had to leave for work now, but he was insatiably horny today and the knowledge that Gale was out there with a plug holding Astarion's cum was enough to make him hard again almost immediately. There was little privacy in the tailor shop, but perhaps he could sneak off into the bathroom enough times without casting too much suspicion upon himself.

Gale practically shooed all of his students out the door the moment 9:00 AM hit, unbelievably desperate to get time to himself. He had been rocking back and forth in his chair subtly for the last 10 minutes of class, relishing in the friction it gave him, but it quickly proved to not be nearly enough. The moment that door was closed and locked and he was sure nobody else was going to walk in, he started yanking off his belt, only stopping to text when he got it undone.

Astarion got the text just as his first client came in to have his measurement done. He quickly sent a couple texts.

Fuck, knowing that Gale was now getting himself off without him was unbelievably frustrating. His cock thought so too, straining against the fabric of his pants. Thankfully it wasn't too noticeable. It wasn't like his client was the one examining him.

Gale pulled his pants and underwear down enough to free himself, spitting into the hand not holding his phone as a lubricant before he began to stroke himself as fast as he could.

He knew it wouldn't take very long to cum from how worked up he was, the fullness from the plug heightening the sensations even further.

Astarion gave his client, a female tiefling, a smile, hands itching to grab his phone as he felt the buzz in his pants. He desperately needed—oh, good, she also had a phone call she needed to take. Lucky.

As the client made her call, Astarion read his text, arousal growing. Damn, they were both so fucking irresponsible and horny. He really was a bad influence on Gale.

It was embarrassing how quickly the last text sent Gale over the edge, his moans barely kept at a suitable volume for his location as he spilled into his hand and on the floor beneath his desk. Every breath quivered as he recovered from the intensity of his orgasm, hand still wrapped around his shaft. He snapped a quick photo of the scene and sent it off.

Astarion shouldn't be looking at the texts when he was about to be up close and personal with a client, but alas. If the tiefling noticed anything, well, no she didn't.

[Attached is another picture of Astarion's hard cock with a hand wrapped around it, background clearly in a bathroom.]

All of the teasing was getting to Gale throughout the day. He could hardly focus on teaching. If he were a younger man, he'd be getting off almost every hour. It was as if Astarion was trying to get him into trouble. At some point the elf had mentioned having Gale’s cock in him—and soon his desires began to shift from needing Astarion to fill him to needing to fill Astarion himself. He wanted to watch the other man be impaled by his cock, and god did he wish it a reality. Maybe it could be, if he was lucky.

[Attached is a picture with Gale’s half-hard cock in frame, hand circled around his shaft. His sweater was off and his shirt was entirely unbuttoned, the front expanse of his lower torso stained with thick ropes of his spend. The blush that was presumably on his face had spread enough that the edges of it could be seen along his chest.]

Astarion blinked at the text. It took a couple moments for him to decipher the tone of his words, and when he did, he found himself grinning. Oh, god. He didn't think Gale had it in him.

He wasn't complaining, and neither was his cock as he felt himself getting harder at the thought. He eagerly awaited the professor, hands shaking with anticipation as he worked with the sewing machine.

He kept glancing at the time. He hadn't been able to sneak off into the bathroom enough today, and he was certain his coworkers were casting concerned glances at him. Just one more hour. Not even. He could get through this—well, he could, but he didn’t want to. He stopped the machine, sighing.

"I'm going home early," he told his employees. "I'm… not feeling well." His reddened face and shaking hands should have been enough evidence that he was indeed not feeling 'well'. "You can close up shop after I leave."

He handed them the keys, not bothering to explain further as he made his way out at a quick—but normal as possible—pace.

Astarion waited in the parking lot in his car for Gale to avoid being seen by his coworkers. He started palming himself through his pants in the privacy of his own car, letting out a large sigh in relief.

Then he saw the text.

Fuck. He bit his bottom lip, trying to decide if we wanted to obey or not. On one hand, it was thrilling to be on the other side of this, and he wanted to be good for Gale, like Gale was for Astarion. On the other hand, he didn't exactly want to behave. He wanted to annoy him.

He unbuttoned his pants, then wrapped a hand around himself and snapped a picture. Then a picture of his surroundings, just to help Gale along in the expected search for him.

Gale stopped outside of Astarion’s shop. He realized that he'd passed by this place countless times before, and even considered checking it out once, but he just never quite got around to it. How funny.

As much as he wanted to take his time looking around, he was here on business. And that business was fucking all of his tension out of him and into Astarion.

A thrill shot through Gale at the attached images. Astarion was a brat when he submitted, was he? He did love to put a brat in their place.

He immediately stepped out of his car and slammed the door shut, examining the photos for a moment to determine the elf’s location before stomping over to the correct car. He tapped on the window to the driver's side, arms crossed and a very stern expression on his face.

"Open."

Astarion had put himself back in his pants by the time Gale had found him. He gave the professor an innocent grin when he saw him through the window, then opened the door.

"Missed me, professor?" he purred.

Gale didn't respond, instead grabbing him firmly by the wrist and pulling him out of the car. He shut the door behind Astarion before he pushed him against it, hands pinning his hips to the metal frame as he ravaged his mouth in a kiss. He couldn't care less how many people could see them right now, if any at all.

"Fucking brat," he growled against the elf's lips. "You tease me all day long, get me unbelievably worked up—" He grinded his bulge into Astarion's to punctuate his point, "—only to defy a direct order? It's like you don't even want me to fuck you."

Astarion let himself be pulled out roughly, moaning into the kiss and desperately trying to grind his hips back into him. God, Gale's rough voice compared to his whines and whimpers was so fucking hot.

Gale pulled away from his lips, the look in his eyes softening. "Color?" he whispered, making direct eye contact. His lover seemed to be enjoying himself, but anxiety gnawed at him still.

"Green," Astarion managed out, Gale's roughness and grip on him sending a jolt through him and straight to his cock. "Back—back of my car—?"

He didn't have to ask Gale twice. The older man opened the back door and shoved Astarion into the seat, already unbuttoning his own shirt clumsily with one hand as he crawled in and closed the door behind them. Immediately the professor was on him again, hints of teeth and tongue in his kiss.

"I should punish you, you know," he mumbled against his jaw, trailing hickeys down his neck and across his collarbone. "For being insubordinate. I told you not to touch yourself, and you did it anyway. Even took a photo of it and sent it to me." He pulled away long enough to pull the elf’s shirt off before he went right back to it, biting and kissing at each mark he already made.

"I think I'll spare you this time," he continued. "Let's consider that a… momentary lapse in judgment, shall we?" He moved back up to look him in the eyes, gently holding his chin with his index and thumb. His other hand slid to Astarion's lower back, pulling him up into an arch to press their bodies together further. "Surely you'll be a good boy for me."

Astarion moaned, pushing his body up, trying to get as close as possible to Gale's. He was sure he hadn't been able to get off as much as Gale today, yet it was as if Gale was the more desperate and pent up one. He kissed back with vigor, his own hands trying to pull Gale's clothes off, wanting to see the marks he'd made on Gale.

"What if—hnngh—I want you to punish me?" Astarion taunted between pants. One hand reached behind Gale's ass, trying to feel if the plug was still in him.

"Then I guess your punishment will be not being punished." He grinned as he unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and pulled it off of his body, tossing it away to wherever he put Astarion's. "The plug is still in, for the record, but I had to take it out earlier to clean out your cum. Unfortunately. No matter. You'll be able to replace it again." He brushed their lips together in an almost-kiss as he worked to get Astarion's pants off. "Not today though. I don't think you've earned that privilege."

It was a definite turn-around from what Astarion had seen so far. His usual desperation and eagerness to please had been replaced by sheer cockiness and ego, as if he knew just how much of an effect he had on Astarion.

Astarion frowned—either from Gale being empty or from not being punished, he wasn't sure. Probably both.

He lifted his hips up to let Gale pull his pants down completely, helping kick them off as well. He'd been on the edge for so long, he needed Gale now, regardless of who was inside who. "I suppose I'll have to rile you up more then," Astarion teased, tugging Gale's pants desperately.

Gale caught his wrists before he could get very far, his smirk turning into a wicked grin. "You truly are insufferable, hm?" he tutted.

"I try my best," Astarion replied stubbornly.

Gale pulled his belt out of his pant loops with a snap of leather, pushing Astarion's hands up above his head before he began to loop the belt around his wrists into a makeshift handcuff. "You're going to take whatever I decide to give you and not a hint more. Brats don't get what they want; only good boys do."

Astarion’s breath hitched as Gale bound his wrists, the sudden vulnerability sending a shiver down his spine. It was a pleasant one. One he wasn't quite used to. The momentary panic gave way to something more… exciting. Freeing, even if the situation was the complete opposite.

Gale leaned down to kiss Astarion's earlobe. "Color?"

"G-green," the elf breathed out. He tested the bindings, letting out a soft moan of approval. His body was entirely Gale's now for him to do as he pleased. That thought was wonderful.

"Perfect," Gale murmured after a kiss to the elf's temple. "I have a lot of plans for you, sweet thing." He rose back up again, pulling Astarion's underwear off and spreading his legs apart, causing a loud groan of relief from the elf as his cock was finally freed again.

"I want you to listen very closely to what I'm going to say." Gale held a finger up in the air and slowly brought it down to the other's sternum. "I'm going to start at your chest," he said, as calm and collected as could be. "I'm going to spend time with these perky little nipples and lave attention across them both." He swirled the very tip of his index across each of them as he spoke. "Then," his finger trailed down lower, across his stomach, "I'm going to trail kisses down your stomach…." His fingertip just barely brushed across his length, swiping up a bead of precum from his cockhead that he brought to his mouth to lick off.

Astarion attempted to hold back an embarrassing whine as Gale's fingers lightly touched his cock, needing more friction, more contact, more warmth. Fuck, who knew Gale had this side to him? He took his sweet time trailing down his body, each lingering touch making Astarion crave more. He kept his arms above him, arching his back into Gale's touch.

"… Over your cock, straight to your thighs. I'm going to make absolutely certain that I mark both of them thoroughly. Nobody will see it except me and you." He kneaded the soft skin for a moment before he trailed up again. "Finally, I am going to take my sweet time right," he pressed against the rim of Astarion's hole, "here. You got that?" He retracted his hand. "Repeat that back to me."

Astarion could barely focus on Gale's words as he lost himself in the soft contact. He blinked up at Gale when he made the order. "Uh. Chest, stomach, cock, thighs…" He let out a shaky breath, "… hole?"

"Atta boy," Gale purred. He rewarded his lover by wasting no time getting started, wrapping his lips around one of his nipples while the other hand twisted and pulled the other one. He truly did lavish attention to them just as he said he would, nipping at the bud and swirling his tongue around each one before switching to the other side. He was mostly testing Astarion's limits, seeing what things made him tick and which ones didn't.

There was an eruption of tingling sensations as Gale put his full attention on his chest. Astarion moaned, bringing his bound arms around Gale's head, body arching into his mouth. It was uncomfortable in the small space in the back of his car, but Gale was quickly making him forget all of it. Astarion was sure he could cum from this stimulation alone if he tried.

What lovely noises the elf made. If Gale had more patience, he would gladly sit here all day listening to him and just worship his chest like this. He couldn't find it in him to do such a thing today. He quickly moved on to the next part, planting wet kisses across his stomach and over his shaft, stopping to plant an extra wet kiss right at the tip of his cock before moving to his thighs.

His hands wandered all the while as he put that talented mouth to use, tracing patterns along Astarion's hips and waist with every mark and bite he left. He glanced up at him, making eye contact briefly.

The cool air on his nipples as Gale moved on had him gasping out, closing his eyes to feel everything Gale had to offer and more.

"Gale," he groaned, bucking his hips up, trying to get more contact on his cock with Gale's mouth on him. His hands reached down to try and touch himself, needing more. "Hurry up already."

"No."

A single syllable, said with such authority. He continued at his leisurely pace for a minute before he spoke again. "If you rush me again, I'm going to get up and leave you here without relief. You'll have to come to my door and grovel for my forgiveness, beg for my mercy. Just like a good little whore should." He punctuated his sentence with a firm slap to the pale man's thigh.

Astarion let out a yelp at the sting, Gale's words making the tips of his ears burn. Astarion knew Gale wanted this as much as him—but the confident, dominant tone told me he could, and would leave him there.

"I can—I can get myself off just f-fine," Astarion couldn't help the damned wavering in his voice, "without you."

A bold-faced lie, but he fell silent again.

Gale paused right in his tracks, slowly raising his eyes to meet Astarion's. He quirked an eyebrow at him as he just stared.

"Very well." His tone was cool and collected, almost eerie. He stood up, reaching over the front seat to begin to grab his shirt. "Since I am clearly not needed, I'll be taking my leave then." He pulled the shirt over his shoulders, already moving to button it back up.

Astarion watched incredulously as Gale pulled away from him. "Wait—what—fuck, no—" Astarion couldn't get a full sentence out. "That's not—that's not fair!"

Gale had been able to get off a couple times at work while Astarion was stuck with clients and coworkers the whole day, barely having any alone time for himself. The pictures he'd starred didn't help the situation in his pants the least bit.

"Please, I need—I need you." Astarion couldn't be arsed to mask the desperation in his voice.

Gale stopped buttoning his shirt back, instead unbuttoning what he had managed. The grin that formed on his face was downright conceited. He looked so pleased with himself for getting such a reaction out of Astarion.

"Oh, so the pup does have a bark," he teased. He grabbed Astarion by the jaw and pulled him closer, gaze dark with lust. "This is your last chance. Be good."

Astarion was stubborn. Very stubborn. But this time, with Gale's threatening look and words laced with promise, he supposed he could obey. He bit back a 'fuck you', instead nodding quietly in Gale's grasp.

"Yes, professor." He'd try, at least. No promises.

Gale rewarded him with a gentle peck to his lips and a murmured praise. Astarion bit his lip, hard, as Gale took his place between Astarion's legs once more. His hands gripped the back of Astarion's thighs before he pushed them up with force, spreading Astarion out to be on his display.

"As a punishment for your impertinence," he spat, "you're going to sit here and wait for as long as I decide as I savor you."

With that, he leaned in and licked a long stripe from his hole all the way up to the base of his cock and back down again. His tongue swirled and teased around the very outer rim, carefully making sure to never even get close to dipping inside.

Gale's command had sent a thrill straight through Astarion, his cock twitching with need. He wanted to defy, to challenge, but something in Gale's tone kept him in check. As Gale's tongue traced that teasing path, Astarion's body shuddered. The elf wasn't used to such deliberate torment. Every nerve in him screamed for more—what Gale gave wasn't enough.

The wet heat of Gale's tongue against his hole had him squirming despite himself. The elf's hips bucked slightly, a soft whine escaping his lips. "Fuck," he breathed, voice dripping with need. "Gale."

He didn't dare try saying anything more.

"That's it," Gale hummed. "Those are the only words that should be coming out of that pretty mouth." He was truly on a power trip. Having Astarion beneath him like this, bending to his every will, knowing that he was so willingly giving up that control—it was marvelous.

His own desperation from earlier began to kick in as he continued, breaking his restraint piece by piece until he had enough. He stretched the elf’s hole with his thumbs on either side of its rim before he finally thrusted his tongue as deep as it could go, rolling and curling it in pulsing patterns.

"Hah—" Astarion arched his back, trying to push down into Gale. His hands strained against the belt around his wrists, frustration growing alongside his arousal. Gale's tongue worked him up so slowly, too slowly. He wanted to be filled, to have Gale inside him already.

He tried focusing on the sensations. Gale's tongue lapping in him, the grip on his thighs, the aching hardness of his own cock, a pool of pre cooling on his stomach. The sheer control Gale had over him was maddening, yet it made Astarion feel so wanted, needed, desired, in a strange way.

"Fuck—fuck me," he dragged out, more an expression than an order. He threw his head back, groaning loudly.

Every part of Astarion truly was divine. Gale thought it before, but now he was entirely certain. There wasn't a single part of the elf that he didn't love. His resolve shattered even further at the wonderful noises his lover made beneath him. That was his doing, and suddenly he found himself so desperately craving more.

"Fuck it."

He grabbed Astarion's hips and yanked him as close as he could, fucking him relentlessly with his tongue. He moaned lewdly against him as he ate him like a fine dinner, savoring every bite. A feast fit for a king, he thought to himself with a hum.

He couldn't have Astarion thinking he was off the hook, though. That wouldn't do.

He pulled away just long enough to speak, his voice gravelly and low. "Change of plans. You're not off the hook just yet, but seeing as how my patience is waning, I figured perhaps a change of tactic would be best." He smirked up at him. "You want more so badly? I'll give you more."

And with that, he went right back to his previous task, moving and curling his tongue to find his prostate. His right hand came up and wrapped around his long-neglected cock, using the collected precum as a lubricant. Gale made sure to thumb over the tip with every upstroke and squeeze the base with every downstroke, alternating in a rhythm that worked beautifully in tandem with his mouth.

Astarion cried out at the sudden, dual sensations on his cock and prostate. His defiance was cracking under Gale's relentless assault, replaced by pure desperation and bliss. His breaths came out in gasps, tossing and turning his head as his hips bucked into Gale's hand.

He had a brief moment of victory in his mind as he realized that he managed to get Gale to lose his patience, but soon all his thoughts were consumed and overwhelmed by pleasure. He couldn't even think to warn Gale as he came, legs spasming around Gale and writhing under his touch. He clenched his bound hands above him, knuckles turning white.

He'd been held back on the edge for so long, it was no wonder he came so quickly, his moans and whimpers filling the car.

Gale pulled off of his hole once more, panting quietly as he observed his lover's expression. So blissfully fucked out already, and he wasn't even close to being done. The hand on Astarion's cock continued to work exactly as it had before, not slowing down yet also not speeding up either.

"Does it feel good, love?" he cooed, voice dripping with faux innocence. "I hope so. There's plenty more to come, if you will." He couldn't help but chuckle at his own joke. He then brought his index and middle fingers up to his own mouth, thoroughly coating them in his saliva before he gently pushed his first finger in where his tongue once was.

Astarion couldn't even process Gale's words as he struggled to make a coherent thought through the constant stimulation on his spent cock, much less answer his question or laugh at his joke.

"G-Gale—fuck, fuck, it's too much, mmph," he choked out. He tried to pull away from Gale's hand on his cock, but within the small space in the back of his car, his movements instead only managed to push Gale's finger further into him, sending shocks through him. "Fuck, you bastard—Gale."

His bound hands scrambled for Gale's, trying to get him off, for a break, for reprieve, anything—yet some part of him still wanted more as his bucking hips contrasted his other actions.

"Do you remember your colors?" Gale asked in a quieter tone. His hand slowed its movements and his finger stayed still inside of him, preparing just in case Astarion called it.

"Green," Astarion gasped out. "Green, so fucking green, Gale—"

"What about the belt? Is that still okay too?"

"Green."

Astarion usually didn't like constant check-ins during scenes, but this time, he felt himself tearing up—he wasn't sure if it was from the overstimulation or just how much Gale cared for him. It was likely both. He couldn't remember the last time a partner did this for him; couldn't remember having a partner who made him feel this good, both physically and mentally.

"Good boy," Gale purred. His tongue darted out to lick a rivulet of cum off of Astarion's length purposefully slow. "You're doing wonderfully for me."

Astarion whined at the praise, at his tongue, shutting his eyes to focus on the sensations and just how much it was.

The finger inside him began to move in and out at a steady pace while the hand around his dick started moving at its original pace. Gale licked yet another stripe up to his tip, all the while making sure to pay extra close attention to his expressions. Gale had yet to know what his limits were, so as much fun as it was to push, it was more important to check.

Gale carefully added another finger, then another until he was certain Astarion was adequately stretched for him. He nearly pulled his fingers out but stopped himself. He shouldn't give him what he wants just yet. No, he hadn't done what he planned yet. His punishment wasn't over.

He smirked, adjusting his fingers so that every thrust hit his prostate dead-on. "Let's keep count, hm? One so far." He was being vague on purpose.

Astarion's body responded instinctively, his hips pushing back to meet Gale's movements. He was on the edge, teetering between pleasure and pain, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He felt his mind slipping—not the usual dissociation in his past, but from pure bliss. He was safe, comfortable, cared for in Gale's hands.

He barely processed Gale's words. One—one finger? No, there was definitely more pounding into his prostate, bringing him closer to his second orgasm—second. Fuck, was he counting that? He felt pressure building up in his abdomen, and he wasn't even sure if he came or not as his mind blanked for a moment. His moans came out cracked, volume wobbling up and down.

Gale grinned, those ever-so talented fingers working Astarion through it.

"Two."

He gently pulled out of him, but the break didn't last long before he wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock, giving a testing lick to his slit to gauge just how much more he could take. Ideally he wanted to make him cum twice more: once with his mouth and again on his cock, but he wasn't sure how much the elf could handle.

Astarion wailed when Gale put his mouth around his softened cock. He was hypersensitive and every part of his body was screaming at him—pleasure, pain, more, less. He looked down at Gale, vision blurry.

"Yellow, yellow," he managed out through gasps, trying to shift away from Gale.

Ah, there was a limit. Gale pulled away entirely, not even allowing his hands to rest on any part of Astarion's body. He kept them firmly planted on his own thighs.

"What can I do for you, my love?" The cocky, dominant persona from before was gone just like that, as if it had never existed to begin with.

Astarion took in a shaky breath, trying to recover. He stared up at the car roof, breathing in and out. It took a couple moments for him to speak properly again.

"I—I can cum a third time," he managed out, "but… I want you in me. I wasn't... I'm not sure if I would still be good for a fourth."

Gale smiled brightly at him and nodded, immediately moving so that his face was level with Astarion's. "Of course, my love. Thank you for telling me." He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips before moving to undo the belt. "You've been beyond good for me. You deserve a reward."

The belt fell to the side with a soft clink. The older man pulled Astarion's arms down slowly, rubbing at his wrists to make sure they weren't sore. Once satisfied, he planted a soft kiss along the vein on both hands and let go of one.

His words made Astarion's heart swell, and when his hands were freed he let out a satisfied groan. It was nice to be restrained, but it was just as nice to be able to touch him.

"I must admit, I'm glad you said that, because…" Gale trailed off for a moment as he gently led Astarion’s hand down towards his neglected length. He was achingly hard, the front of his slacks no doubt soaked in precum from his own arousal. "I was beginning to get very desperate." His breath hitched at the first brush of Astarion's fingertips against him, his hips jerking up to chase the feeling as he let out a shaky exhale.

Astarion let out another shaky breath as he felt Gale's hard dick in his hands. Oh, god, he wanted that in him so badly already, even if his abused prostate was screaming at his brain.

"You—you weren't desperate before?" Astarion asked, managing a teasing lilt to the question. As Gale eagerly pulled his pants down to finally release his cock, Astarion shifted his position lower, trying to get Gale's cock up against his hole as he stroked him slowly.

Gale bit down on his lip in a needless attempt at muffling himself. "God—N-no, no, I very much was. It was just starting to become unbearably so."

He went to line himself up properly, but hesitated once he got into position. "You don't… happen to have lubricant, do you? I'm terribly sorry, I should've asked much earlier than now."

Astarion chuckled, then wrapped his arms around Gale. "It’s alright. There's some in the glovebox, but I don't think I can wait another second, love," he whispered. "I'll be fine, promise."

Gale seemed very hesitant, to say the least, but he nodded nonetheless. "Very well. You know what to say if it's too much."

He pressed their foreheads together, reveling in their closeness as he finally began to push in. It took a little effort due to the lack of appropriate lubrication—and even more effort not to just thrust all the way in at once—but the euphoria of feeling Astarion's walls cling to him when he bottomed out was more than enough of a reward. He let out a breathy moan, a shiver racing up his spine.

"Fuck."

"Oh—" Astarion let out a pitched whine, the sensitivity making him feel every inch, every drag of Gale as he entered. It felt so hot, Gale was so hot, Gale was so fucking good. "Fuck, Gale, Gale—"

He squirmed and writhed, moaning loud, uncaring if anyone outside the car could hear him. He hooked his legs around Gale's hips, one hand grabbing his hair tightly and the other one clawing at his back and no doubt leaving bright red marks. He was one with Gale, and it was simply euphoric.

Gale moaned into Astarion's neck, cupping the back of his head with one hand and grabbing a tight hold of his thigh with the other. "That's it, baby. Moan my name. Let everyone know who's making you feel so good." His grip on his lover tightened with the first drags of his hips. He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in slowly, every clench and drag pulling out another groan from him.

"You feel so positively divine, my darling. Absolutely wonderful." He was blissfully unaware of his babbling as he lost himself in the pleasure. "I—god, oh—I meant it when I said I love you, I don't care if it's too early, you deserve to know how wonderful you make me feel, how treasured a-and adored and—fuck—!" A jolt of pleasure shot through him, urging him to pick up the pace. He eagerly kissed Astarion, slipping his tongue clumsily into the other's mouth. He wanted to be inside of every inch of him possibly, taste every morsel.

Astarion's mind was a whirlwind of sensation. Every movement in him sent electric shocks of pleasure through him. He couldn't tell where one sensation ended and the other began. His body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with stimulation. The lack of proper lubricant made it rough, but that only heightened the raw, primal pleasure. His breaths came in ragged gasps, punctuated by moans and whimpers.

Gale's words mixed in with both their sounds of pleasure, their heavy breaths, the slapping of skin, the leather of the seat as it creaked. His declarations of love and adoration filtered through the haze of pleasure, grounding Astarion in the moment. It was so much for him to process at once.

"I-I—" Astarion wasn't able to manage another word, instead breathing in Gale as he kissed him, letting his tongue explore every part of him.

Gale's orgasm built quickly, especially due to the fact he was already near teetering on the edge earlier just from bringing Astarion such pleasure before.

"Where do you—ah—want me to cum?" he mumbled between breaths and sloppy kisses.

Astarion moaned louder at the question, barely managing to catch his breath to respond. His voice was shaky, words coming out in a breathless rush. "Inside—" He tried to pull Gale closer, hands clutching his brown and gray locks tightly and scratching along his back. "Inside—Fill me —I need—"

Another weak spurt of cum shot out of him as Gale's cock hit that perfect spot inside him, as the thought of being claimed by Gale sent sparks of pleasure throughout his entire body. Any further words were jumbled by desperate mumbles and pleas for more, for everything Gale could give him.

"Oh—" Astarion's eagerness caught Gale entirely off guard. That paired with those lovely sounds were exactly what sent him over the edge. He held Astarion as flush against him as he possibly could as he fucked him through his own orgasm, his breath fanning out across his pale neck. "So good to me, darling, just—splendid."

Astarion clenched hard around Gale, milking him for everything he had. It hurt, it felt great, it was too much, it was not enough.

His limbs trembled, mind buzzing with sensations. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, Gale's weight on top of him grounding him in the moment. He felt… he felt everything. Their fluids shared between them, in him, the leather beneath their bodies sticking from the sweat, the pain from Gale's bites and his overstimulation, Gale's warmth, Gale's dick in him, Gale's cum in him, Gale's taste on his tongue, Gale.

The human’s movements gradually slowed until they came to a complete stop, yet he made no effort to pull away or pull out. He simply basked in the afterglow and relaxed into the elf a little further.

"Holy fuck," Astarion finally breathed out.

Gale laughed, a soft rumble that buzzed through them both. "No kidding." He shifted as he began to move, his joints popping and clicking as he slowly pulled out. "... Ow."

Astarion let out a dissatisfied noise at the movement, clenching to keep as much of Gale in him. Not just because he didn't want it on his car seat, but because he wanted to feel more of Gale in him for a while longer.

Gale sat upright on his knees above Astarion, simply just taking in the scene below him: Astarion blissfully fucked out, covered in little hickies and bites from him, hair wistfully out of place...

"Pure divinity," he hummed, brushing a stray piece of hair out of Astarion's face before sweeping his fingertips along his jawline. "That's the only way I can describe you."

Astarion blinked up at Gale, still trying to fully return to the present from his high. His body was blissfully exhausted, each part of him aching but strangely pleasant. He sighed, a fuzzy feeling running through him at the man's words.

"Love you, too," he mumbled, voice hoarse. He gave Gale a lazy, satisfied grin.

Gale practically melted hearing the words from him in person, nearly forgetting where they were until he glanced up and saw the tinted and very fogged up windows. "...We should probably get dressed."

"Mm," Astarion hummed. He held out his hand. "Give me the plug. I want it in me."

"The… plug I'm wearing?" Gale furrowed his brows.

"Yeah." Astarion chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the other. "I don't want too much cum on my seats, and I want it in me. Something wrong?"

"But—shouldn't I clean it first?" Gale seemed incredibly alarmed and taken aback by the suggestion. "I've been wearing it for hours now, and I am certain the lubrication is gone and that would be far from sanitary!"

"Fuck it." Astarion waved a hand dismissively. "I think we're far from being sanitary, darling."

Gale's face scrunched up at the thought. He hesitated before he relented with a sigh. "One moment." He reached over to the front seat to grab Astarion's water bottle and a spare napkin before slowly pulling the plug out of him. Wrapping it in the napkin, he turned around to wipe down the window and look outside of it for any potential passersby.

Once he deemed it safe to do so, he opened the car door slightly and uncapped the water bottle. He poured a sufficient amount of water over the plug, wiped it down with the napkin, then closed the door again and re-lubricated the toy with his spit.

"There. That's at least something." He held the plug out to Astarion for him to take.

"Thank you," Astarion hummed with a grin, taking it eagerly. He eased it into him, letting out a soft moan. The small drops that did escape him were scooped up in his fingers and shamelessly licked off. He savored the taste, locking eyes with Gale.

"You know, it's a miracle you put up with me still," he teased, chuckling softly.

Gale watched, enamored with everything the other did. He couldn't keep himself from leaning in for a soft kiss before he began to clean up and redress. "I wouldn't want it to be anyone else, my darling."

Astarion leaned into the kiss with a smile, then followed suit to grab his clothes. He slipped them off with a contented sigh. Once they were both dressed, he reached over to the front seat for the extra bottles of water and handed one to Gale. Gale happily took one of them, popping the top and taking a few large gulps.

"Ah, did you want to head back to your... car? Place?" Astarion asked, shifting in his seat as he adjusted to the pleasant stimulation of the plug in him. The plug that was in Gale not too long ago. He leaned into the professor, reluctant for him to go.

"If I'm being entirely honest, I don't particularly want to, no." He leaned in closer to Astarion as well, slowly putting an arm around his shoulder in case he was pushed away. "Not unless you'd like to accompany me for dinner?" There's a nervous edge to his voice as he suggested it, as if he was scared of how Astarion will react.

Astarion chuckled, savoring the feeling of being in Gale's arms. "Yeah, we can have dinner together. Just as soon as I can properly feel my bottom half again." He kissed Gale on the cheek with a playful grin. "You can be rough when you want to, I see. I like it."

Gale let out a hearty laugh as he pulled him closer, putting his water bottle off to the side so he could put both arms around Astarion instead.

"Really? I felt like I was showing you mercy just then," he teased. He leaned in to give him a kiss in retaliation, letting their lips linger against each other. He, too, was savoring every part of this.

"Mercy, huh?" Astarion murmured. "Then I'd love to see what happens when you decide to not hold back. I think I could've gone for a fourth."

Gale's eyes widened for a brief moment, his pupils dilating wide. He liked that, it seemed. "Oh, darling, don't tempt me," he growled playfully. "I just might take you up on that one day."

Astarion laughed, then pressed another kiss onto his lips. He did love kissing Gale. He loved a lot about Gale, actually. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be comfortable being under someone again—submitting and being bound. But he found he quite enjoyed it when Gale took control. Gale showed he cared. He cared for his comfort, for his pleasure, for him. He showed his… love for Astarion.

The elf paused, hesitating as he leaned back in his seat. "So, um, can I ask? What are we?" He massaged Gale's arm as he said this, avoiding his eyes as he thought back to Gale's comment about it being "too soon" for the "L-word". Granted, that was before they even fucked, but... still. Were they fuckbuddies now? Friends with benefits?

Gale’s smile fell a little bit at the question. He looked over at Astarion, moving until he was sitting cross-legged in his seat. There was something soft and vulnerable in the elf's expression. His hands fidgeted with the sleeves of his shirt as he struggled to find his words.

"What would you like us to be?" he finally asked, quietly. "I think I know what I want, but I want to know your thoughts first. That, and it'll prevent me from accidentally dumping more on you than I intend to."

"I've… really only had fuckbuddies and friends with benefits—they don't really count as friends, actually—and one night stands," Astarion admitted. "Mainly because I had one long-term relationship that… really fucked me up." His hand moved from Gale's arm to his own, hugging himself in a way and rubbing awkwardly and nervously. "But with you, I'd… I'd like something more. If you're amenable." He said the last part with a soft, hesitant chuckle, still avoiding Gale's eyes.

Gale moved so that he sat next to Astarion properly, their thighs brushing together from the proximity. His arm moved to wrap around Astarion's waist, his touch featherlight just in case the other decided to move away.

"Thank god. I was hoping that would be the case." That stupid grin was back on his face as he cupped Astarion's cheek with his free hand and led him to look at him again. "I find myself wanting something more with you too. Truly." He bit his bottom lip, deciding to open up about himself to Astarion a bit as well. "I was worried about taking things too fast again, but this feels different than it did with her. There's no power imbalance, no demand to be something I'm not. It's nice." He had a fleeting thought that Astarion probably—no, definitely had no idea what he was talking about.

Astarion nodded as he took in Gale's words. He didn't know who he was talking about, but he could presume what he'd gone through.

"Being close to someone," Astarion started to explain, "Any kind of intimacy. It's… it's something I performed for others. But… this. You. It's real. You—" Astarion paused as he looked into Gale's eyes. There was a genuine, sincere look in them. Vulnerability. It matched the look in Astarion's. There was connection. "You're incredible, Gale. And you deserve something more. I want us to be something real, something more."

Gale was far too emotional of a man for this. Tears welled up in his eyes like an overflowing sink, spilling over before he could even think of drying them. He pulled Astarion tight against him, burying his face into his neck and allowing himself to just feel.

Relief. Anxiety. Adoration. Euphoria. Fatigue. Aching. Content.

His tears soaked Astarion's shoulder, but his actual sobs were very light in comparison. "I want nothing more than to just be yours. I-I truly meant it when I said that."

Astarion flinched a bit when Gale pulled into him unexpectedly like that, then immediately leaned into him, wrapping his arms around him again. He liked the connection. The closeness. All the feelings and emotions that came with just being with Gale.

"I'll—" his voice wavered as he felt something in his throat. "I'll be yours too, love."

Of all the different number combinations Gale could have accidentally texted, Astarion was immensely grateful that it was his. He wouldn't have met such a wonderful man otherwise. Wouldn't have opened up to another again. Wouldn't have learned to love again.

It was the right number.