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“To the winner goes the spoils, hm, Mr Dekarios?” Lorroakan smirks at him.
“Fair and square, I suppose.” Gale tries not to sound too irritated.
“Rolan, you are dismissed. Mr Dekarios and I need to discuss something in private.” Lorroakan ushers the tiefling away with a dismissive wave. Rolan scuttles away back to his duties in the shop, the portal closing behind him.
“You won your bet. I suppose you’ll want your prize.” Gale sets his staff down on the desk. “Judging by your phrasing earlier, I assume the prize is me.”
“Exactly, my friend!” Lorroakan grins. “Now if you wouldn’t mind stripping down, I’d like to see what’s at my disposal.”
“Right here?! I assumed you were going to take me back to your private room.” Gale scoffs.
“I see no reason to waste good bed linens on a half-baked wizard such as yourself. You’ll settle for the floor.” Lorroakan crosses his arms over his chest smugly.
“I suppose I’m at your mercy.” Gale replies, voice laced with sarcasm. His robe and boots slide off easily into a pile next to the table. Next his layering tunic and tights. He hesitates at the laces of his smallclothes, watches for Lorroakan’s predatory gaze to rake over him, the other wizard gesturing for him to continue.
Gale strips himself of his last garment, trying to stand tall under the scrutiny. He’s never been ashamed of his body, but this certainly wasn’t the way he wanted prospective partners to find out that the Wizard of Waterdeep was working with mismatched components.
“Oh how delightful!” Lorroakan claps his hands together. “How rarely I get to enjoy cunt from my partners.”
“Prefer cock do you?” Gale smirks. “I’d always sort of assumed but it’s nice to have my suspicions vindicated.”
“Unlike you rubes in Waterdeep we have some respect for diversity.” Lorroakan undoes the latch on his own robe at his hip, allowing it to part but not taking it off yet. “Lay down on your back.”
“Does the Wizard of Ramazith’s tower deign to touch me with his own hands? Or would you like me to do the work for you in getting myself ready for your oh so gracious arrival?” Gale reclines easily on his elbow.
“I think I'm up to the task.” Lorroakan kneels between Gale’s legs and lets his fingers dance over the wizard's cunt, pressing in experimentally. “You open right up for me! I can’t say I'm surprised. Rumor has it your Waterdeep’s resident arcane whore. Who knows what Mystra’s done to this hole over all these years?”
Gale doesn’t dignify the comment with a response. Instead, simply enjoying the feeling of another's touch for the first time in so long. For all his flaws, Lorroakan is good with his hands, fingers curling up at just the right angle to make Gale shiver.
“Now I believe our bet stipulated that you were free once I was done with you?” Lorroakan asks, still knuckle deep in Gale and palming his growing hardness.
“Glad to see you still have your memory intact.” Gale scoffs.
“Let's see if we can’t stretch things out a little, get you your money’s worth. You’ll only get to lay with the Wizard of Ramazith’s tower once.”
“None of your dates come back for seconds?” Gale snorts, trying not to make too many pleased sounds.
“I don't tolerate imperfection. I’ll happily toss a boy out if he doesn't meet my standards. You are no exception.” Lorroakan scowls fingers pushing in deeper as a warning. “You Waterdavian wizards are known for your resiliency, are you not? Your spells might not be powerful or well crafted but you can cast a great deal of them.”
“I suppose that’s half true, but I fail to see what that has to do with the matter at hand.” Gale cocks a brow at the other wizard.
“I think I’d like a demonstration. Let’s see if that resiliency translates to other activities.” Lorroakan’s eyes glint with a sort of malevolent playfulness, wrist angling so the palm of his hand is bearing down on Gale’s hardening erection. Gale chokes back a yelp as Lorroakan’s movements become rougher and more focused, the sort of pinpoint stimulation he’s only used to getting from himself when he’s desperate to finish before someone hears him.
“Does that feel good?” Lorroakan jeers. “Perhaps I should have let my apprentice stay. He gets tired so easily, I’m sure you could teach him a thing or two about fighting past that spellcasting fatigue. I wonder how many times I can get you to cast shatter before you’re crying out for mercy.”
“Oh, would you cut the theatrics? Just say you’re going to make me cum and save both of us the embarrassment.” Gale tries to hide his groan as one of annoyance and not of building pleasure.
“Fine, if you insist upon using such crude language. I’ll fuck you on my fingers until you’re begging me to give you my cock.” Lorroakan leans over Gale possessively.
“We might be here a while then. Not a big fan of begging.” Gale’s smirk falters when Lorroakan gives his fingers a particularly harsh twist.
“If you want to be laid out on my floor all day then be my guest. If my wrist gets tired I’ll just use mage hand or call one of my assistants to do it for me. Though Rolan’s talons might be a bit much for you.” Lorroakan lets his free hand grip into Gale’s hair and tugs. The combined pain and unrelenting pleasure send Gale over the edge suddenly but Lorroakan doesn’t let up, fingers still thrusting with a feverish determination. “Surely you can do better than that. Again.”
Gale finds himself cumming again, riding on the wave of his last orgasm into another. “Again.” Lorroakan commands, the pressure unrelenting. Gale’s voice breaks with a choked whine but a hand on his stomach keeps him from pulling away.
“Too much!” Gale tries to slap Lorroakan’s hand away but the other wizard fights against him.
“Come now, Gale. You can give me one more. Surely you can manage that.” Lorrokan teases, leaning down to press into Gale, his erection resting on Gale’s thigh. “You’d hardly be a capable wizard if you couldn’t push past a little discomfort.”
“I can do it.” Gale gasps, saying it more to himself than Lorrokan. He tries to relax, to let the buzzing hum of overstimulation wash over him until it crashes into him, wrenching a shout from his throat.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.” Lorroakan wipes the slick on his hand off on Gale’s leg when he finally retreats. “I’ll give you a moment but just know I’m not finished yet.”
“Of course not,” Gale mumbles, chest heaving with the effort of catching his breath.
Lorroakan grabs a carafe of water off of the desk nearby and pours some into a glass. “Would you like some?” Lorroakan asks, gesturing with the carafe.
“Yes, please.” Gale holds his hand out for the glass but instead, Lorroakan tips the carafe to pour the water on his face. Gale coughs and sputters, swallowing about half a mouthful of water in the process. “Must you insist upon being so belligerent?”
“I couldn’t help myself.” Lorroakan’s voice is shrill when he laughs. “Did that cool you off?” He finishes his water in one go, setting the empty cup aside.
“I suppose it did.” Gale wipes the water off of his face with the back of his hand.
“Would you be willing to do me one teensy little favor?” Lorroakan asks, pulling his robe back so his hips are exposed, tucking the fabric under itself to keep it in place.
“Do I really have a say in the matter?” Gale shrugs.
“Not really.” Lorroakan answers. “If you’ll hold for just a moment.” Lorroakan waves his hand in the air easily in a series of practiced motions summoning a pile of rather luxurious looking throw pillows.
“Summoning pillows? Really? That’s what you’re using your years of arcane study for? Wouldn’t it be easier to just keep them in a cabinet?” Gale chuckles.
“Oh how gauche. Do you take me for some sort of bohemian?” Lorroakan sneers. “But what would you know? I’m quite sure you don’t get many visitors in that tower of yours coming around for tea.”
“Don’t have much time to entertain guests. I’m busy doing actual, tangible work.” Gale smirks.
“I want your hips propped up.” Lorroakan tosses two of the pillows over to Gale.
“Like this?” Gale asks, slotting the pillows under his tail bone so that he’s laying at an angle. “Or did you mean on my stomach?”
“No, on your back still. That’s perfect.” Lorroakan stands between Gale’s legs, looking down at him like a predator looks at prey.
“Bad knees?” Gale teases. “Truly the sign of a wizard.”
“Is your agility any better?” Lorroakan kneels down again and leans over Gale, one of his hands unlacing his trousers.
“I’ve proven myself pretty spry on the road these last couple of weeks.” Gale lays back on the cold marble floor, fingers laced behind his head. “Go on then, I haven’t got all day.”
“I suppose if you insist.” Lorroakan gives his cock a few strokes once it’s free of his clothes and pushes in rather unceremoniously. “Tell me, Gale, did Mystra ever fuck you like this?”
“From time to time. When she was feeling indulgent.” Gale closes his eyes and lets Lorroakan set an eager pace.
“Did she make you beg like the whore you are?” Lorroakan’s fingers dig into Gale’s hips, pulling him down with each thrust.
“Are you simply incapable of shutting your mouth for even a moment?” Gale opens his eyes to glare at the other wizard. “No wonder you’re in this tower all by yourself. You’re insufferable.”
“I think she did. I think she made you beg for her cock. Made you whine like a bitch in heat so she would get you off.” Lorroakan’s stare cuts into Gale like a knife, possessive and degrading. “Can mortal men even please you anymore? After all she’s done to you?"
“I find mortal men quite enjoyable. It’s you I don’t like.” Gale bites his tongue when a sharp gasp threatens to break his cool demeanor. “Is that what this is all about? You just wanted to bury your cock in the same hole as our goddess? You aim to be a god among men, Lorroakan, yet you’re so beholden to your own desires that you're desperate for Mystra’s sloppy seconds.”
“Sloppy seconds, what a crude but apt way to describe it.” Lorroakan grabs Gale’s wrists in his hands, pinning him to the ground. “All worn out. It would take an army of men to please you. You won’t be happy until you’re filled to the brim.”
“Do you treat all of your partners to such romantic poetry?” Gale bites back. “Or am I a special case?”
“You’re special alright.” Lorroakan’s thrusting comes to a halt.
“Done already?” Gale taunts.
“No, far from it.” Lorroakan’s grin is filled with devious intent. “You don’t deserve my seed but I’d hate to leave you feeling empty. I’ll fill you up with something else instead.”
There’s a moment of stillness, Lorroakan’s face shifting with an expression not unlike single minded focus before Gale feels something. Pressure. Warm, wet, pressure in his cunt.
“Are you-” Gale tries to pull free from Lorroakan’s grasp but the wizard’s nails dig into the skin of his wrists. “You’re relieving yourself?! Inside of me?! You’re disgusting.”
“I fail to see how it makes any difference to you.” Lorroakan sighs, hips sifting with a few shallow thrusts. “Whore that you are, you're probably desperate for anything I could give you.” Lorroakan’s eyes flutter closed and Gale feels another rush of fluid, all of it still trapped inside by Lorroakan’s cock and the angle he’s resting at. He feels full and heavy, more so than he’s ever felt before.
“You insisted upon these stupid pillows so you could piss inside of me like an animal?” Gale sputters, trying to ignore the twisted pleasure of being filled to the brim. Trying to remind himself who and more importantly what is currently being pumped into him.
“A special consideration, just for you, Mr Dekarios.” Lorroakan’s tongue flits out to wet his lips.
For a moment Gale thinks he’s fit to burst. His gut twists and he can’t stop himself from clenching around Lorroakan’s cock, a broken moan ripping through him. It’s humiliating, cumming from such a disgusting act. Even when some of that wetness spills out of him onto the floor, he can feel the twitch of his own cunt gripping Lorroakan like a vice. The other wizard whines, bucking his hips involuntarily.
“You should be grateful, I’d never do this for my other partners.” Lorroakan groans with satisfaction, clearly enjoying the feeling of a warm, wet body around him.
“Safe to assume your other partners don’t ask for this. ” Gale scowls, failing to pull his arms free again.
“You don’t have to ask. I know your type. Mystra’s cast-off boytoys are always insatiable.” Lorroakan’s breath hitches and his thrusts falter but he seems to regain his composure.
“Seems you’re the one enjoying yourself.” Gale scoffs. He can tell that the other man is close to the edge, trying to hold himself back. “Hells, you’re filthy.”
“Big talk coming from a man in your position.” Lorroakan pulls back, his cock slipping out with a wet noise. “Just look at you, you’re ruined.” His hand moves in quick, smooth movements betraying his eagerness. “Finish yourself off, I want to watch.”
“If you insist.” Gale uses a hand to rub at his lips and give his meager shaft a few awkward tugs. When he does finally reach his peak for the fifth time that afternoon, his muscles quivering and some of Lorroakan’s mess spilling out onto the pillows, the other wizard follows suit, rather intentionally painting his face with a few streaks of spend.
“Wasn’t that magnificent?” Lorroakan pulls a handkerchief out of his robe pocket and cleans himself up having somehow kept his clothes dry the whole time.
“You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t give you a round of applause.” Gale sighs dramatically. “A rag, please. As much as I’m sure you’d enjoy it, I’m not walking out of here with spunk on my face. On second thought,” Gale glances down at himself, realizing that the only thing keeping him from spilling the other man’s piss on the marble floor is an awkward angle and gravity. “Just let me use your bath.”
“Use my bath?!” Lorroakan sounds truly offended.
“Fuck you. Yes, your bath. The bet stipulated that I was at your disposal until you were done with me. That hardly includes making me walk though your shop in this state.” Gale’s nose crinkles with anger. “Think of it as a favor. I’m not going to tell every broadsheet in the city that you’re an unrepentant pervert and in exchange I’m only asking for a hot bath. That’s a fair enough trade.”
“You wouldn’t!” Lorroakan snaps.
“Would and will. The Mouth is right next door and I hear their editor’s been on a gossip streak lately.” Gale waits a moment for the burn of shame to settle on the other wizard’s face. “Now, if you would be so kind as to direct me?”