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It had been, like many things, an especially long time since Fiachra had slept in the same bed as someone he loved. It had been a while since he had loved anyone, if ever. Long enough that it felt completely new to him. Gale’s body was warm and he wanted to be as close to him as possible.
“Good morning, my love,” Gale wrapped a soft arm around him and kissed his scalp. Fiachra nuzzled his nose into his neck, still barely awake. Reality and dream bent together, and even still the reality of having Gale seemed a dream in itself. It was no wonder, then, that Fiachra’s consciousness was loose and daring. The thick thigh between his legs felt wonderful, and he ground against it. Gale let him, so he continued, allowing himself the pleasure of growing half hard in another’s company.
“I’m perfectly content with you pleasuring yourself on me, but I would like to know that you’re awake if you want more of me.” Gale ran his fingers through his hair and whispered all this in a low voice, still thick with sleep. Fiachra nodded, waking further.
“Yes, yes. More,” Fiachra moaned and placed a kiss to his throat. He put a hand to his love’s face and pulled him into a kiss, smiling into it. “More.”
Gale rolled them over so he was above Fiachra, thigh still slotted between his legs. He made himself comfortable in the crook of his neck and shoulder, where he placed many wet kisses. One arm braced his body while the other deftly undid the drawstring of Fiachra’s pants. He took out his cock, feeling the weight of him slowly growing harder.
“I have to thank you for cleaning my house so thoroughly,” Gale kissed behind his ear as he began to stroke him. “It’s wonderful to come home and see everything pristine.”
He rubbed his thumb over the slit of his head, making Fiachra gasp sharply. “Better still to see you laid out half naked on the floor of my observatory. It was quite the treat.”
The praise, the acknowledgment, and the genuine thanks were bliss to the fighter. He shivered and squirmed under Gale’s deft hands. His eyes were shut and he focused on the feeling of his lover on top of him, making him feel good just because he wanted to. “More…” Fiachra whimpered. “Please, Gale, more.”
Gale kissed him. “Anything you wish, my love.”
He continued to stroke him gently as he made his way down his body, sucking and nipping at his skin. He lavished kisses without sparing any, and yet savored every one. Fiachra’s body was warm and starting to sweat, which was licked away. His body, now close to Gale’s eyes, had many tattoos, and he had no reserves in examining them. Gale fully stripped him of his pants and ran his hands along his thighs. The few below the waistline appeared in full view. In beautiful lines of etching there were flowers and leaves, a hand and a moth, and some letter written in a language Gale couldn’t read. There was also a dagger shining. His marveling stopped when Fiachra ground his hips up at him and moaned a weak please .
He kissed his thighs, then the junction at his hip, then licked the underside of his cock. Fiachra twitched and let out a throaty noise, his hands gripping the sheets beside him. Gale took him in his hand and sucked at the head, playing the skin with his tongue. The muscles in Fiachra’s stomach flexed and he breathed heavily. It was to Gale’s surprise that he was so responsive in bed, but much to his amusement and pleasure. He cherished being able to make him feel good, and to know that he was feeling good, and to be able to tell if it started being less than good.
Gale took a few inches in his mouth and reveled in feeling the weight of it. With his tongue he could feel a thick vein on the underside of his cock and toyed with it. Fiachra bucked into his mouth, unable to control himself, testing his gag reflex, which was not there. That was something Gale knew since university.
Fiachra was getting lost in pleasure. Gale’s mouth was hot and wet and tight around him. He wasn’t repressed, not in the slightest, but it had been so long since he had slept with someone he nearly forgot just how good it was. Well, that wasn’t all. He was sleeping with Gale now, and Gale loved him. A combination of physical and emotional pleasure rushed through him and his hands moved to his lover’s head, dragging him up into a messy kiss. He tasted himself on his tongue and moaned loudly. “So good,” he praised his partner and panted into his mouth, “but I want all of you. I’ll beg if you ask.”
Their cocks rutted together and Fiachra put a hand around them both. Gale’s arms boxed around his head. “My love,” he kissed, “I would do anything for you and nothing would give me greater pleasure. How do you want me?”
“Inside me. Please.” Fiachra was growing sloppy with desire. He wanted nothing but Gale and knew how deeply bereft he would feel without him. He heard some noise from the wizard’s throat and then a greased finger at his hole. He was as patient as he could be while being prepped. But all he wanted, near needed, was Gale and his cock. He whined and nipped at his skin. “Gale, please.”
“Patience is a virtue, darling. You’d be best to learn it.” His fingers scissored inside him. Fiachra groaned and wanted to smack his hands against his shoulders.
“I’ve waited a year to have you. I’ve been patient,” he wrapped his legs around Gale’s back, trying his best to coax him. But he knew he was at Gale’s mercy, and Gale liked taking his time. Gale laughed, completely charmed.
“Yes, that is true. Well I shan’t keep you waiting anymore.” Gale slicked his cock and lined up at Fiachra’s waiting hole. He pushed in slowly, allowing his body to adjust. Fiachra felt like he was laying on rolling thunder. His love’s body laid across him heavily, flushed and sweaty. He bit his clavicle, leaving teeth marks on the skin. It wasn’t hard, not enough to elicit pain, but enough of a reaction to let Gale know he was really feeling him. He felt it like no intrusion, but instead a welcome body deep in his core. Gale began to move, dragging along his insides nicely. His supple body felt Fiachra’s flex under him and tighten around his cock.
“Everything alright, my love?” He kept a slow, steady rhythm as he rocked his hips. Fiachra opened his mouth to respond, but nothing but a moan came out. Gale’s hand ran across his temple, wiping away a tear. “Relax, dear thing, and tell me if anything is wrong.”
Fiachra did his best to relax his body. He was enjoying himself deeply and knew not how to control his body spasming in slow pleasure other than to keep himself tense. A tear fell into his hairline, regulating and reacting to the stimulation. “Good,” he managed to choke out, “so good. Keep going.”
When his love had successfully slumped onto the bed, keeping his body pliant, Gale sat up. Cock still firmly in Fiachra, he laid the fighter’s ass over his thighs, legs stretched behind Gale, feet resting on the bed. Gale grabbed his hips firmly, warm hands covering the tattoos, and began to use the leverage to thrust deeper into him. Fiachra let out a breathless noise and closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of Gale inside him. He wasn’t sure he had ever felt this good. His insides were some squishy mess of feelings both physical and emotional. He relaxed. Finally, after so long, he relaxed and allowed himself to be used and safe.
“How are you, my love?” Gale panted out. He continued to thrust in time with pulling his partner’s hips onto him.
“Good. So good. I love you.” Thoughts were starting to clear from Fiachra’s mind. Sensation took over near completely as Gale pounded into him. Little bolts of fire ran from his core to his head, hushing the words from his brain. Moans and noises were escaping him with each thrust. He stretched his arms above his head, still trying to keep himself relaxed. Fuck, Gale felt so good. And it was Gale and no one else. Gale, who wanted him. Wanted to please him. Had he ever had anyone like that? He didn’t know and couldn’t care less, because now he had Gale.
Against his own wishes he started to twitch and clench. He was close to coming. His love ran a hand against the plain of his stomach and he whimpered, “Close.”
“Come whenever you’d like, my love.” Gale again grabbed his cock and gently ran a thumb along the tip and pumped. Fiachra’s hands found the headboard and grabbed on tight. He moaned loudly, dual sensations overwhelming him. He came, his body coiling like a string, come splattering his stomach.
“Good boy,” Gale continued to thrust but shifted their positions so he was completely draped over him. Gale’s thick stomach covered Fiachra’s cock and he whined. Everything felt so good. “I’m close, dear. Can I come in you?”
“Yes!” Fiachra wrapped his arms around Gale’s shoulders and kissed him on the temple. “Yes, please, Gale!”
Gale buried his face in his neck as his hips stuttered out the last few unrhythmic thrusts. Fiachra felt himself be filled with hot come and wet kisses across his neck. The two of them laid there, spent and in each other's company. Fiachra absently ran fingers through Gale’s greying hair. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”