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Astarion slipped the stiff leather through the frame of the buckle, tucking two fingers underneath the strap as he tightened it against the soft skin of Gale’s neck. Gale leaned into the touch, a whine dying in his throat as Astarion tucked the prong through the notch, snugging the collar. He sat back, admiring his handiwork.
Gale knelt on the ground in front of Astarion, hands curled in front of him, rested on the ground. The new collar was black and purple, with a gold tag dangling from the loop at the front. The light glinted off of the tag, engraved in a simple yet elegant script “Gale.” As the tag shifted, the text fluctuated, “Puppy.”
A fine piece of craftsmanship if he did say. It hadn’t been overly difficult to find someone to enchant the tag. Now, finding someone to remain discreet and enchant a magical pet tag for the known partner of the Wizard of Waterdeep, with said wizard’s name on it? That had taken more of a delicate touch. But he had, and it was beautiful.
Astarion studied Gale’s face for a moment, the wizard’s eyes half-lidded, cast down, tracing over the lines of Astarion’s smooth, bare legs. His gaze lingered on the black heels that Astarion had left on. He knew they drove Gale crazy with the way they accentuated his calves and lean muscle in his thighs. He shifted a foot, a smirk flitting across his lips as Gale’s head shifted almost imperceptibly to follow the motion. His head returned to center almost immediately. Astarion would let it slide. This time.
Gale’s leather harness stretched across the soft expanse of his chest, hugged around his sides and backs, and looped over his shoulders. With each breath, the leather pressed into the flesh of his torso, accentuating the soft peaks of his chest.
Gods above did that make Astarion drool. Plump and supple, perfect to sink his teeth into. He sighed, he’d have time for that later. His eyes trailed over the densely-haired expanse of Gale, pausing over the hollow of his throat.
The scar from the orb was still engraved into his skin, but seemed to have faded ever so slightly with time. Astarion reached a hand out, tracing the lines up Gale’s neck with the barest of touches.
Astarion’s eyes drifted southward, devouring the wizard. Gale’s hips were hugged by straps of leather, matching the collar and harness, snugged against his hips. Astarion’s gaze paused at the thin leather that cradled his half-hardened length.
Behind Gale he could see the tip of the softly bobbing black tail that was connected to the plug currently held inside of Gale. It wiggled with each slight movement Gale made, shifting his weight off of his knees, taking a deep breath as Astarion’s nail traced along his scar. If he shifted too much, it rubbed up against the bundle of nerves inside him. Astarion very well knew this, and smirked as Gale’s eyes went fuzzy each time it happened.
He hooked a finger under Gale’s chin, and tilted his head up to meet his gaze. Gale’s face was flushed, eyelids already drooping shut. The black and purple ears on his head jostled with his movement, the folded over ends flopping in place.
“Oh, what a handsome boy you are!” Astarion cooed, rubbing his thumb over Gale’s lower lip. “Do you like your new collar darling?”
The praise sent a jolt through Gale’s body, his cock twitching. He whined at the back of his throat. Gale looked up at Astarion through his lashes.
Astaron was beautiful. His crimson eyes soft, cheeks pink thanks to a recent feeding. The slight lines on his face curved into an expression of fondness reserved only for Gale. He’d do anything that this elf asked of him. Hang the moon in the sky at midday, conjure piles of gold from nothing, rewrite the very rules of the weave if it meant that Astarion would look at him like this again.
But Astarion hadn’t asked him to do any of that. He’d told Gale to sit, stay, and only speak when he was told. And that, that Gale could do.
Gale nodded.
Astarion took his face into his hands, rubbing his fingers against the coarse hair of his beard.
“Such a sweet thing,” Astarion purred. “Why don’t you show me how grateful you are, hm?”
Astarion leaned back onto the stack of pillows on the bed, spreading his thighs apart, beckoning Gale in. Astarion’s cock was mostly erect, the head flushed pink. It took no more than that for Gale to eagerly scoot forward, placing his hands on Astarion’s thighs.
The wizard gazed up at the elf, running a hand up to his hip as he dipped his head and gave the underside of Astarion’s cock a tentative lick. Astarion muffled a groan as Gale spread a hand and braced against his pelvis.
With one final glance through his lashes, cheeks bright red, Gale dipped his head down, taking Astarion’s length into his mouth with a hum of contentment. He felt the immediate response from the elf’s body, the dick in his mouth stiffening the rest of the way under his ministrations.
Astarion’s prick was respectable by all accounts, smooth, foreskin bunching under the head slightly. It was just long enough that Gale had to inhale through his nose as he pressed his face into Astarion’s pelvis, feeling the tip press the back of his throat. He inhaled the best he could through his nose, savoring Astarion’s scent, citrus, herbaceous, and the tinge of sweet decay that accompanied him.
Gale sat there for a moment adjusting as Astarion sighed, hips tilting upwards to allow Gale better access. Gale quickly adjusted, bobbing his head along the length a few times, tongue working the underside, hollowing his cheeks as he pulled back, eliciting sharp breaths from Astarion. Gale whined out small sounds in response to Astarion’s, sending vibrations up the length in his mouth.
Gale was blissed out, eyes drifting shut, savoring the weight of Astarion on his jaw, and the saltiness leaking from him. He could feel his own cock leaking into his jockstrap. He sighed, pulling off of Astarion with a wet *pop.* Before Astarion could voice protest, Gale took him in hand, and nuzzled his nose into Astarion’s sack, humming happily. Astarion felt hot breath against his perineum before Gale placed an open mouthed kiss against the sensitive skin. Astarion groaned into the touch, hips lifting. Gale mouthed at the thin skin for a few moments before returning to lick a stripe up Astrion’s entire length once more.
He gave a flickerin lick to the stretched skin that ran along the underside of Astarion’s tip, eliciting another breathy moan from Astarion. He felt a hand with sharp nails card into his hair and grip, guiding him back downwards. He let himself go, jaw slack as Astarion pressed his face into him, hips rutting upwards into his willing mouth. Gale let out a surprised *mngh!* as his nose met Astarion’s pelvis, before acclimating quickly.
Astarion was losing his mind. He couldn’t help but stare as Gale’s lips parted around his cock, marveling as he sunk again and again, enveloping him in that delicious wet heat. Gale was soft and hot, and oh so willing to obey. The feeling sent sparks through him. Gale was happy to be used for Astarion’s pleasure, and they both took great delight in that fact.
Gale knew he was safe in Astarion’s hands, and Astarion knew he was safe in Gale’s. For a pair with a tumultuous intimate past, this level of security fell over them like a warm fuzz, like they had each drank one too many glasses of wine with dinner. The warmth settled in their bones, and allowed for this slow, languid connection they each savored.
Astarion chased his own release, pressing the wizard as deep as he could go, feeling his head against the back of Gale’s throat. The wizard all but moaned around his cock, and Astarion felt the coil in his core grow ever tighter.
He continued as his breath grew ragged, once timing his thrusts poorly and causing Gale to gag momentarily. He pulled Gale off, by way of an apology. Gale panted, eyes hazy but present, lips swollen and spit-slicked. His collar tag jingled, Puppy. Gale. Puppy. As it swung, catching the light.
Astarion wrapped his hand around the back of Gale’s head. He sighed.
“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Astarion breathed. Gale answered by diving back to suckle on Astarion’s cock, drawing a long, breathy moan from the elf. Astarion could do little but hold onto Gale and weakly cant his hips upwards as Gale set a brutal pace, seemingly intent on sucking the life out of Astarion at this point. His hand joined his efforts, and between his warm, damp mouth, swirling tongue, and skilled hand, Astarion felt himself racing towards his climax.
“Ah, pup, I’m- Gale!“ He cried out, hand fisting at the base of Gale’s skull. Gale tucked his nose against Astarion, swallowing greedily as Astarion spilled down his throat, drawing out his orgasm.
Gale eased himself off of Astarion, letting his softened member fall from his mouth before cleaning him off with a few well-placed licks. Astarion’s hips stuttered at the overstimulation on the sensitive skin, before he reached a hand down, and took hold of Gale’s chin.
Gale breath came out in huffs as his neck was tilted to look up at Astarion. Astarion was breathing heavily, flush across his face, chest and ears. Gale could only think about Astarion, his soft touch, his hands wrapped around his length. A sudden burning need surged through him, his neglected cock throbbed between his legs.
Astarion met Gale’s eyes, pupils blown wide but focused on the man between his knees. “Kiss me, my love.” He pulled Gale in, licking into his open mouth. Astarion tasted himself on Gale, and moaned into his mouth. His hands moved to cup both sides of Gale’s face, pulling him closer.
Gale took this as an invitation, and sprang up, climbing over Astarion, pushing him back into the bed.
“Gale!” Astarion shouted, not expecting the sudden movement. “Down boy!” He laughed, his arms pinned underneath the wizard.
Gale paused, hovering over Astarion. One glance down Gale’s body revealed how pent up he was. His underwear tented, a wet patch rubbed well into the front.
Gale’s face was screwed together, desperation knitted through his brow. Then he whined. Astarion couldn’t resist.
”That’s it puppy, find your release, take your pleasure my pup.” Astarion murmured, working his hand up to fist into Gale’s hair, steadying him. He felt Gale’s hot breath against his neck and shuddered. He couldn’t help himself, and leaned down, licking at the join of his neck and shoulder. He sucked a bruise into the skin, pulling moans from Gale, before he bit, breaking the skin and drank.
With the orb removed, Gale’s blood was rich, supplemented by the wines and fine foods he enjoyed here in Waterdeep. Astarion wished it could be the only thing he ever tasted again.
Gale buried his face in Astarion’s chest and wailed, hips desperately chasing friction against Astarion’s thigh and stomach. He panted, keening as he found an angle that granted purchase, his own slick seeping through the thin fabric at his crotch, providing just a hint of slide. Gale locked in, hips frantically rutting against Astarion, his efforts causing his tail to sway and wag in a way Astarion couldn’t help but find charming.
Astarion licked the bite closed, “Come for me pup, you deserve it after being such a good boy,” he whispered into Gale’s ear.
With just a few more thrusts, Gale came, crying out as he spilled inside the soaked fabric that cradled his length. His hips stuttered a few times before he collapsed whimpering on top of Astarion.
“That’s my good boy,” Astaion cooed. “You can speak now if you want to.”
“That was-“ Gale panted, “fantastic. Thank you for the new collar.” He said, nuzzling into Astarion’s neck, clinging to him like a buoy in the ocean.
Astarion smiled. “You deserve nothing less my love.”
They sat there, holding one another ink silence for a long while before Astarion gently rolled Gale onto the bed, and went to fetch a warm rag, a glass of water, and clean pants for Gale.