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When he breathes deeply, the smell of the sea tingles Estevan’s nose. He was not yet used to the smells of Waterdeep or Gale’s tower, sitting over the ocean, baking in the sun. Hot, steaming air surrounds him while his fingers idle over the warm tiles. Bright morning light reflects through the small, colorful glass windows in vibrant beams that dance across the blue tiles while warm vapor floats lazily through the air. Estevan becomes accustomed to the sounds of the waves lapping at the tower’s base, seagulls crying, and the distant din of the city.
Gale knew he enjoyed them and had made sure he’d be able to savor the warmth of the sun and the constant thrum of life around him, a reminder of how far they were from the dank, musty horrors of that wretched cavern, Bhaal’s temple.
Estevan sits, relaxed, in a large sunken hollow filled with steaming water—Gale's tub—a luxurious thing in the style of somewhere far away. Gale has spoken of it at length, and as much as Estevan loves his husband’s enthusiasm, he cares not for the name of the place but rather for the sensual trickle of water trickling down his Husband's shoulders as he rises from the water.
Gods, he loved how Confident the wizard had gotten, he thought while he watched as the perfect roundness of his husband’s ass rose out of the water, the softness there begging to be squeezed, the strength of his shoulders waiting to be felt. There was purpose in every step Gale took; a knowing glint in his eyes told him he knew how much Estevan was enjoying the view.
Estevan watches as his husband circles the tub. His eyes on him are exciting, like the promise of touch. On his finger is a silver band, set with a wine-colored stone-- his wedding band; it still makes something large and fierce swell in his chest at the sight, making his finger fiddle with his band.
Estevan hums, a deep, satisfied purr in his chest when he feels Gale's hands on his horns. He strokes them both slowly, kneeling behind while steam rises from his cooling skin; comfortable in his nakedness, he plasters a cheeky kiss on his husband's neck as he teases.
“Hmmm, if you get me worked up again, you'll have a problem on your hands,” he warns while Gale's hands glide up and down his horns, soapy and goading; he touches where horn and flesh meet, making his husband's tail flick and splash in the tub's water.
“A big, hard problem, I hope,” Gale says, and Estevan can hear the smile on his lips when he adds in a dirty little whisper, “I wouldn’t mind taking it elsewhere if you know what I mean.”
Estevan bursts out laughing. His tail swishes happily, winding around Gale’s shin unconsciously, while the tiefling turns a bit to wrap a wet hand around his husband’s neck, pulling him down into a long, hungry kiss.
“I’ve created a monster,” He murmurs contently, tugging Gale’s lip between his teeth as the kiss lingers, “A little sex fiend, an insatiable little incubus.”
“You always call me the sweetest things.” Gale smiles against his lips, close enough to see the glee dancing in his eyes.
They kiss, a comfortable, familiar touch that tastes of joy and intimacy, before Estevan pulls away, his eyes hooded as his smile turns sharp.
“You have a lot of nerve to tease me now after what you did earlier, you little fiend.” He takes Gale’s chin between his fingers, grazing his teeth on the sharp line of his jaw.
“I am what you made me, Sweetheart.”
Gale had woken him when the first rays of sun started peeking through their curtains. His mouth was hot and insistent when he spread his husband’s cheeks and wrung sleepy, horny moans from his partner as he ate him out; Estevan flushed, remembering how his tongue did sinful, beautiful things.
Gale had rolled him gently onto his stomach, his tongue opening him leisurely as the tiefling writhed sleepily, groaning a long, satisfied grunt when he had mounted him, breaching him slowly from behind. He could still feel his playful fingers curling back his tail as he glided in and out and the feeling of perfect, pleasurable fullness as he sheathed himself repeatedly inside him.
Estevan gasps as Gale’s hand dives into the water quickly to grasp his quickly filling cock. The glint of his wedding band catching the light makes Estevan blush. Gale knew he loved seeing it on his finger for all to see, and the choice of hand was deliberate.
“Thinking about something nice, my love?” Gale asks, his lips hot against his ear.
He sighs and relaxes into the touch; Gale’s hand on him is tight enough to excite but not to satisfy.
“I'm Thinking about my nice, sweet, proper husband.” His breath hitches when Gale gives him a cheeky squeeze. “Have you seen him?”
“Yes, I believe I just heard him leave. Shame. You are at the mercy of your fiend, now.” Gale smiles, pulling Estevan’s head by his horn, his hand moving faster along his hard, hot flesh. He enjoys the flush spreading down the tiefling’s pale chest, the feel of his cock filling in his hand as his heart’s cadence quickens.
Gale tastes his mouth as it hangs open while Estevan shudders and pants. The wizard’s hand on his horn pulled him closer, making Estevan moan into his hot mouth before Gale pulled back slightly, teasing him with little licks darting against his tongue, “You want me sweet and proper, husband?”
“I want you moaning in bed,” Estevan says with a smoldering look, grunting when Gale bends his head a further to kiss messily against his neck while his hands move down to fondle him. Estevan’s eyes flutter closed on their own, his arm rising to clutch Gale, pull him closer, his hand joining the one busily working underwater as he pants, faster and faster.
His eyes shoot open when Gale bites his shoulder, blooming an old love bite back to life- only for Estevan’s eyes to land on the clock hanging in the other room.
“Darling…” Estevan pants.
“Harder?” Gale murmurs against skin, tongue hot and wet against his throat, teeth grazing.
“You’ll be late to class again if you keep touching me like this.” Gods, what was he doing stopping this? Here he was, hard and wanting, with a horny husband who sighed dramatically, stopping with his hand clutching his balls in his hand.
“What will your poor students think then?” He asks when Gale’s finger tightens knowingly at the base of his horns, making Estevan’s heart race and his cock twitch against his stomach.
“I'm sure they wouldn't mind; we have ten minutes-fifteen at least.”
His hand moves to stroke Estevan’s cock, grasping the tip of it tightly, his thumb rubbing over his slit.
“You know who would mind, you devious little temptress? The Blackstaff.”
Gale slumps against him, the horny energy seeping out of him when he hears his boss’s name mentioned.
“You have the funniest talent to--How did you put it?-- Cock block yourself.” Gale laughs and pulls away, “Here we are, wet and naked, you have a horny husband climbing all over you, and you had to mention the Blackstaff?”
“Gods, you know if it were up to me, I'd stay inside your tight little ass all the time.” Estevan laments, “That thing you did with your tongue this morning? I’d keep you between my legs all day if I could.”
“And you say I’m outrageous.”
“Unfortunately. Go get dressed before I do something that gets us both in trouble.”
Gale sighs and rises, moving purposefully towards their bedroom while Estevan sinks back into the hot water.
“Wear the cobalt doublet; no one can be mad at you in that.” He shouts after Gale, hearing his chuckle in the other room, “I thought you liked me without it!”.
Estevan chuckles and tries to breathe slowly to abate the tidal wave of arousal his husband had brought crashing down on his head. He also had to finish bathing and dressing; the atelier wouldn’t open itself. He takes time to tally bolts of fabric in his head, thinking about the kinds he had to order and the lace waiting for the wedding gown of that sweet, blushing bride, and cools down.
The atelier had been busier than ever this season, the dangers of having a good reputation in high society and a handsome husband who loves wearing his creations.
He smiles and bathes.
Weeks pass in relative calm. The season comes and goes, and the atelier starts a lull, which Estevanis is grateful for, as it gives him time to close earlier and go home sooner, waiting for Gale to come home from the university. They had developed a pleasant routine, moving with each other easily. They bathed and ate together in the morning, Estevan leaving for his atelier while Gale went to teach his class. They’d meet near the atelier for lunch on sunny days, and Estevan would come to the university when it rained.
When evening fell, they usually sat together at the library—Gale having purchased an armchair for Estevan that stood across his—and when night fell, they made love. Then again in the morning, sporadically at lunch and on days that ended with ‘Y,’ Shadowheart laughed when she visited, warning the honeymoon would end someday.
Estevan was waiting to see if that’d ever happen; there were days his tail wasn’t inside the door, and Gale would already be in his lap. Estevan chuckled to himself, though lately, something in his study had taken his focus away.
Estevan had tried peeking, uselessly, of course. Gale was strict and secretive, coming to bed with a slight limp some days or sporting weird rashes and marks, on others refusing to say what had him so focused.
Until that afternoon.
“Aha!” Estevan heard Gale’s triumphant shout through his study door while he sat in his armchair, fixing a tear in one of his flouncy shirts.
He cursed as he pricked himself, putting his thumb in his mouth quickly lest he soil the garment with blood. It was silk, and the look of it on Gale’s broad shoulders and tapered waist still gave him lecherous thoughts.
“Darling?” Gale calls while Estevan drapes the shirt over the arm of the chair, calling, “Library!” Hearing Gale's excited footsteps as he approaches quickly.
Estevan looks up to smile, chuckling when Gale grabs his face and pulls him into a quick, hard, excited kiss.
Estevan pulls back and smiles, “Hello, love. Breakthrough?”
Gale's wide and radiant smile makes the crow's feet around his eyes stand out as he radiates joy. Gods, Estevan loved him.
“Yes! Yes, um—sit, please,” Gale speaks, his excitement making him stumble over his words. Estevan notes his flushed cheeks, the way his eyes shine in excitement, and the silver shining in his hair, and his heart aches with fondness.
“So, it is no secret I've been hard at work for the last few weeks,” Gale starts, squeezing Estevan’s hands when the tiefling arches a brow, amused at the understatement, “and after, um, extended testing, I am done, and I'd like to share it with you.”
“Well, little wizard, don't keep me in suspense,” Estevan says when Gale's face slowly gets pinker, blooming into something delectable arousing, “especially if it garners such a reaction.” He says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his husband's round pink ear.
“Close your eyes,” Gale asks; the giddy anticipation in his voice makes Estevan smile and comply easily. He's not surprised when Gale takes the opportunity to press a kiss to his lips again, knowing the wizard loved seeing the trust and affection on his face and couldn't resist.
Anticipation bubbles around them, like a cauldron boiling over, when Gale takes Estevan’s hands and puts something cold and metallic in it, each breath coming out with a shudder of excitement.
“Open, please.” He asks softly.
In the palm of Estevan’s large, calloused hands sits two long silver chains, each chain hung with a simple golden band. The rings look simple initially, but the tiefling can see the small, meticulous engravings carefully etched into their inner part and a small diamond inlaid to rest against the skin.
“Darling,“ the tiefling says, spellbound, “these are beautiful. Have you engraved these yourself?”
Estevan’s eyes dart up to Gale’s pleased face while his fingers hover over the rings, struck by awe.
“Yes! But that's not all they do,” Gale says enthusiastically, excited to regale his loving husband with the minute details of his craftsmanship. He catches Estevan’s amusement and smiles bashfully, “But I'd rather show you.”
A devious little spark in his eyes speaks of adventure and invention: Estevan loved that spark.
Gale covered his hand with his own, pressing the golden bands between them; the electrifying feeling of the weave rousing to life around them made Estevan's Tail swish and flick in anticipation.
“vincula tua, tactus tuus, corda nostra unum sunt, unum sumus.” Gale chants, eyes closed in concentration. He smiles widely when they gasp as a warm, shuddering sensation sweeps them.
“Take a ring in your hand,” Gale instructs, and take it in his hand, “press your finger to the diamond,” he watches while his husband follows, “and kiss me.”
“Hardly a hardship,” Estevan smiles and leans in to taste the giddiness on his husband's tongue. He feels warm and alive; the weave swirls around them, and the air is thick with something sweet and bright.
Gale is sweet, pliant, and happy under his tongue as he melts into Estevan’s touch when he pulls him in. He is reluctant to let go, and the kiss deepens to something headier, a promise for a sweet long fuck later.
Gale chuckled against his lips when they parted, his cheeks pink and his eyes shining. He looked at Estevan like he had hung the moon in the sky.
“Now we swap.” He says, practically vibrating with excitement.
“You are being so mysterious, little fiend. I can't complain over a beautiful gift, but- Oh--”
While the tiefling spoke, Gale took the ring, opened his mouth, and flicked his tongue inside it, smiling like the cat who got the cream.
Estevan’s eyes fluttered shut when sensation took him over. He felt, in perfect clear heat and sensation, his husband's hot mouth against his most intimate parts: the incredible feeling of his tongue breaching his hole delicately.
“ Oh , baby, what have you done? We shall never leave the house again.” He moans as Gale puts the ring in his mouth, and the sensation becomes sinfully hot and wet.
He resisted the urge to look back and check if Gale wasn't somehow there, with his head buried between his cheeks, as the sly wizard standing before him started licking into the ring faster, luxuriating in Estevans flushed cheeks and soft gasps.
“If I remember correctly--”
“--and you do,” Estevan says, then bites his lips and groans while Gale's tongue is replaced by a devious finger that turns his knees to jelly.
“--And I do; you said that if it were up to you, you'd stay inside my tight little ass all the time. Well, husband, I share the sentiment.”
“Oh gods, I will never be able to work in peace again,” Estevan moans, flushing scarlet when a storm of scandalous thoughts swarm his mind.
Gale chuckles and kisses his mouth, his thumb smoothing against the tiefling's lips, “Open your mouth, darling; the demonstration is not over yet.”
Before Estevan can gather his thoughts, he feels another finger inside him. His eyes open wide, and his breath catches in his throat while the ring grows in size. The wizard tugs at it slowly, stretching it wider, wide enough for both fingers to fit inside.
Estevan's mouth opens in a gasp, and Gale fits the ring delicately into his mouth. He held it there with the chain, making Estevan shudder and moan.
Estevan’s tongue moves hesitantly, flicking against the warm gold between his lips before licking into it shamelessly, feeling it inside himself.
He feels Gale's fingers as they thrust experimentally into his mouth, playing back and forth with his tongue. he can feel them stretching him, fucking him open, and the wet heat of his mouth on himself, wet, soft, and exciting.
Arousal ignites in him like wildfire at the look of pleasure and desire on his husband's face as he turns him to putty in his hands.
He can barely think beyond the pleasure, scandalized outrage, and arousal flooding him; There they stand in their library on an afternoon like any other, as saliva starts to drip down his chin while his husband fucks his mouth through a magic ring, stretching him open, sweet, ripe and soft enough to fuck.
When Gale replaces his fingers with his tongue, Estevan thinks he may faint. If he weren't so taken with the overwhelming, sweet sensation, he'd be on his knees begging for it.
Gale kisses him sloppily, arms twining around Estevan’s neck, pulling him in. His tongue is every bit as cheeky and sensual as he is, grinding against Estevan's thigh, teasing the growing erection there.
“Do you like it?” Gale pulls away slightly, murmuring sweetly into the space between them as if it wasn't sticky sweet with the anticipation of a long, rough fuck.
He smiles when Etevan's eyelashes flutter open, and the tiefling gives him a lustful, dazed look. Gale smiles and rewards him by leaning back in and licking the ring out of the Tiefling's mouth and into his own.
“I love you so much. You know you will never again have a moment of respite, don't you?”
Gale, who had abandoned any semblance of decorum and was now grinding against his husband shamelessly, smiled against his lips and said:
“Who said I wanted respite?”
“I'm going to fuck you so hard,” Estevan promises, growling, a familiar urge bubbling in him to overtake, dominate and devour his cheeky little husband.
The tiefling puts his finger into the wizard’s mouth, sliding the ring onto his tongue, then thrusting his wet finger into the ring that had been clutched, forgotten, in his hands.
Gale moans happily, taking the ring out of his mouth, sliding it over his thumb, then clutching Estevan tightly; he kisses him slowly, sloppily, and intently—the tiefling winds his hands around the wizard, embracing him tightly, melting into his scandalous glee.
Estevan aches, his cock pressing against the laces of his trousers, his husband grinding against him makes any patience dissipate and leaves only heady, scalding need.
He growls deep in his chest, reveling in the feeling of his husband fingering him gleefully, grinding against him shamelessly, and the knowing glint in his eyes shows he knows he is dangling over a dangerous precipice.
“Should we take this to the bedroom?” Gale asks in a low, coy voice, sliding his ring up and down his long, elegant thumb with coil-tight anticipation.
Estevan's smile is anything but sweet, a sharp, predatory thing of carnal lust and stoppered power.
“You better start running if you plan on getting there, little wizard.” He says, feeling the electrifying shudder of lust that runs between them, as without a second thought, Gale bolts away.
This is a familiar song-and-dance: their lovemaking had been many things but never dull, and sometimes, the urge to hunt down and take his husband gave them both an electrifying thrill that ended in enthusiastic moans and scattered love bites.
Estevan tears after him, hot on his tail, tasting his excitement in the air when he corners him in the hall, but the wizard sidesteps him and escapes into the kitchen.
Gale stands behind their dining table, smiling brightly, his body coiled for movement. Estevan bursts into the kitchen after him, his large body darkening the doorway.
“Poor choice, little wizard— Oh , you devious little minx. “ He growls when Gale takes the time to slide his ring up and down his finger, making Estevan’s tail flick with pleasure as he plans retaliation.
“Two can play that game.” He seeks the ring but finds that it is gone. Instead, it sits, glinting teasingly, in Gale’s hand.
“Poor husband,“ the wizard smirks, breathing fast, thrusting his finger deeply and quickly into Estevan’s ring, “Distracted?”
Estevan lunges at him, trying to get past the table before the wizard can escape through the door and up the tower—but to no avail. The moment Estevan’s large hand closes on Gale’s upper arm, it immediately retracts, rebuffed by his husband's jolting grasp, and he flees up the stairs, laughing.
The tiefling is out the door in a heartbeat, taking the stairs two at a time, catching up to his husband's fleeing back. His hand shoots up, lightning quick to catch the edge of Gale's tunic, making the wizard trip and land on the top step in a panting, giggling heap.
Estevan gives him no time to catch his bearing, sinking to his knees on the stairs and grabbing his squirming husband. He pulls his trousers down to his knees, wracks his waistcoat up, and pushes his underwear aside.
He wore the pair that Estevan liked on him best, the pair he worked on the hardest: black and scandalously tiny. The tiefling smirked, his fingers twisting into black material tightly, watching the supple flesh underneath bulge and shift.
“So we're doing this here, on the stairs, like beasts?” Gale taunts breathlessly before yelping and moaning when Estevan slaps his ass hard. The tiefling watches it, mesmerized as the skin blooms pink with his handprint; he grazes his teeth across it, making the wizard gasp and buck.
“You brewed this concoction, Little Wizard,” he says in a dangerous voice, toying with the black fabric. His hand slides up, dragging his nails across his back, pulling the garment taught over his flesh, bunching erotically between his cheeks.
“You can’t complain about where you drink it.”
Estevan is breathing hard; his hands grab each perfect mound of delectable flesh before pulling those cheeks wide and diving in to feast.
Gale's ecstatic cry echoes in the stairwell as the wizard tries to flee feebly.
He knows it to be futile when Estevan’s tongue slowly melts him against the steps, making him spread his thighs wider. The sensation of his husband's rough, agile tongue as he takes him roughly sends all thoughts of fleeing far away, replaced by molten pleasure and delight.
“Oh fuck, Darling; You are far too talented with your tongue.” Gale moans, burying his head in his arms as he arches his back and braces himself for the thunderstorm of lust and hunger that was his husband.
He was right to brace himself- Estevan brooked him no quarter.
The feeling of his husband’s beard between his thighs heightened the sensation of his warm, wet mouth and clever tongue. He ate him out with the zeal of a starving man, his face moving in maddening circles, kissing, licking, and devouring Gale until he was crying out with every swipe of a tongue.
Gale’s ears flush a bright red at the sounds coming out of his beastly husband. Estevan makes no move to mask how much he's enjoying him; He groans and sighs, kissing and sucking loudly, burying his face in his husband's familiar softness. Gale knows he is playing up his ravenous sounds a bit but couldn't help the torrent of sticky, sweet arousal that courses through him with each lewd, wet sound.
Estevan holds him tightly and spanks his ass red, savoring every yelp and moan he squeezes out of his husband. His jaw aches, and he feels his heart beating faster and faster as Gale grows soft and pliant around his tongue.
The tiefling pulls away, kissing up Gale’s spine, tasting supple skin and salty sweat.
“Estevan--” Gale pants before the man bites the firm flesh of his shoulder, stopping him mid-sentence, “If you are about to urge me to put a finger in you, darling, you are sorely mistaken,” he breaths hotly against the wizard's ear as he rubs his aching cock against his ass, “We are way past that point; Spread your legs.”
Gale’s heart is pounding when he hears Estevan loosening his laces. The tiefling grunts while he kicks off his trousers and teases the blunt tip of his cock against Gale’s wet, pink hole.
The wizard gasps and pushes back against Estevan, relishing the hot pressure and its promise. No matter how many times he had seen his husband naked-- soft or hard, relaxed or in exertion, his cock was always something that gave him pause.
If pressed, he could recreate that hot brand of flesh from memory: his intimate familiarity accumulated over many, many enthusiastic demonstrations of Estevan’s girth, length, strength, and even the way he gently curved to the side. The feel of it now, hard, hot, and thick against the soft flesh of his ass, make something feral inside him insatiable, especially with Estevan hulking over him like a brute.
He wants that curve in his mouth, for Estevan to demonstrate his stamina in the best way he could- fucking his husband into the floor until he screamed.
“Please!” he urges: That Is all he can articulate from that horny fog of need.
Estevan chuckles.
“You want my cock?” Estevan sucks Gale’s earlobe into his mouth and grinds against the flustered wizard.
“Estevan, please, don’t tease,” Gale breathes.
He braces against the stairs and turns his head pleadingly. He brushes his nose against Estevan's, begging for a kiss as the distance between them shrinks, and they become dizzy with need.
“I know you can beg for it; all sweet and pretty.“ His tongue darts out to lick, quick and dirty, against Gale's. The slide of his cock against Gale’s hole is obscene, holding them both at the edge of civility.
“Professor, tell me how you want it.”
“I want you hard,” Gale gasps against his lips, “I want to see your handprints on my skin tomorrow. Fuck me good, baby--”
Estevan’s hand rises, sliding over the wizard’s chest to hold his throat as he cuts the wizard off, applying delicate pressure until his face turns a pretty pink.
“--You know how well I can take it,” he begs, his voice strained and needy.
“Oh, Sweetheart.”
In a dizzying moment, Gale finds himself on his back; hands braced on the wall, breathing hard and feeling vulnerable.
He’s faced with the dominant silhouette of his husband standing over him as he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it aside in a powerful, agile movement. It makes Gale’s mouth water, watching the hard planes of Estevan’s muscular body, the flush of arousal that colors his chest a deep luscious pink, and his cock, standing proudly, drooling at the tip.
“Take off your clothes.” He commands, and Gale hurries to disrobe. His fingers tremble over the tiny knots and buttons Estevan had so lovingly sewn into his garments, undoing them clumsily.
“Too slow, darling,” Estevan says, sinking to his knees. His hands glide over Gale’s thighs, squeezing and pushing them apart; he savors Gale’s gasps, tasting them as they come right out of his lips while he mounts his husband. The tiefling grinds against Gale; each roll of his hips is slow and filthy while his hands run over the clothes that still hang on his blushing husband.
“Please.”
Estevan is ravenous, his patience hanging by a thread while he holds back. He watches as Gale clutches his thighs, pulling his legs up and away, open and vulnerable, coaxing his husband to come home. Estevan can’t help but run the large pad of his thumb over Gale’s beckoning entrance, watching the glint in his husband’s eyes turn desperate.
“You are so beautiful,” Estevan says.
His voice is soft, and his face is slack with awe and affection, contrasting the stoppered power that radiates off him, the patience and care in his movements as he grabs Gale’s legs, hanging them over his shoulders and bringing them closer together. He’s heartbreakingly gentle as he slowly sinks into his husband.
They are breathless for a moment, thrilled at the tight, intimate sensations of filling and being filled. Gale’s eyes are open and vulnerable while Estevan leans their foreheads together, sharing the air of thrumming excitement between them.
“I love you, “ Estevan gasps when he bottoms out, hips flush against his husband’s.
“I love you too,” Gale moans, aching for his husband. The stretch as he settles inside him is achingly sweet and deliciously familiar. Gale feels dizzyingly whole, clinging to his husband as he relaxes against the thick intrusion, trying to accommodate his girth.
Estevan looks into the wizard’s dark, deep eyes, feeling the depth of his love and devotion. He can feel his heartbeat pounding while he’s buried deeply, savoring the raw feeling of his husband’s mortality, knowing the sacrifice it took to have him here: flesh and blood, alive, sweating and moaning- it lit a wick inside him, making his patience burning down quickly as Gale squeezed around him.
“I can’t wait--I'm going to move,“ the tiefling warns and leans forward, somehow sliding impossibly deeper, making the wizard whine enthusiastically, “Oh, please, fuck me.“
They are both excitedly grinning as the tiefling pulls out and lines himself back up with Gale’s blushing, pink hole. He thrusts back inside, sheathing himself back in with no resistance. Their groans turn to gasps and moans when he does it again and again and again.
Estevan fucks Gale at a pace just shy of brutal.
He has a hand on the wizard’s throat, squeezing as he pushes in faster, deeper, and closer. Gale’s face is arousingly pink; Estevan applies the perfect amount of pressure to make him whine and pant’ knowing how Gale liked it when they fucked.
Estevan is hot against him, inside him, around him, a maelstrom of sweaty passion, rolling hips, and hot, insistent lips. Gale can't stop the stream of praise and filth spilling forth with every deep thrust and slap of flesh.
Tighter, deeper, Harder--gods!
He was getting pleasantly dizzy, feeling Estevan’s hand flexing against his throat while his legs flung about above him.
The picture they must make; if anyone were to come up the stairs, they’d barely see much of him but his flailing feet, his ass- spanked red, and his hole being stretched around Estevan’s thick, long cock. He imagines the muscles shifting under his husband’s strong back, driving into him like a beast as he took and took and took. He can hear the restless flicking of his tail and the punched-out guttural groans he lets loose as he loses himself to pleasure.
Estevan pulls the wizard by the throat and kisses him hungrily. His hips roll hard, filling the stairwell with the lewd sounds of their hips meeting. He’s drunk off Gale’s little fucked out moans, the uncontrollable spill of Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah that spills out with every rough thrust, and knows his husband would be begging for him to go harder had he the air to do so.
“Baby! Estevan!” Gale cries, breathing heavily when his husband lets his throat go. Blood is rushing to his head, making him swoon and grin before he is overpowered once more by Estevan, who dives in to swallow his cries.
They kiss like they want to tear each other apart, suck the succulent, bleeding love right out of the marrow of their bones.
Gale is teeth, tongue, and heat, giving as good as he gets, too horny to think about anything else but having Estevan dominate him completely, use him like he wanted to be used: he knew the dark, possessive nooks of Estevan’s heart, knew he yearned to conquer.
He catches the tiefling’s earlobe between his teeth and whispers in, filthy and possessive:
“Engorgio.”
Estevan shouted when his cock thickened and lengthened inside the wizard’s tight body. Gale can barely breathe as he is spread open, and the soft, vulnerable part of him is stretched further apart. His head drops to the step behind him, almost delirious with sensation.
“Gale!” The tiefling straightens, crying out and shuddering. His hand whips to clutch the base of his cock as he tries to stave off his climax. The image of his big strong hand around the thick base of his cock, barely able to close his hand around it, makes Gale weak in the knees.
Gale laughs, an exhausted, joyful laugh, sweat dripping down his skin, watching his husband’s face contort in pain and arousal as he grabs himself tight enough to hurt, towering over him.
“Are you out of your mind--”
“--I want you to split me in two,” Gale goads, seeing Estevan’s hackles rising and the red fog that starts building behind his eyes as the wizard tugs every raw nerve in his taut body knowingly, “Put a baby in me, breed me.”
“Good gods, Gale,” the tiefling huffs, sweating profusely, “If I could fuck a baby into you, you’d already be swollen with my child, little whore. Stop whipping me into a frenzy; I don’t wish to hurt you.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” Gale says, taking Estevan’s hand, resting against Gale’s chest, and kissing the knuckles sweetly, “I can take care of myself.”
Estevan looks at his husband, at the lustful hunger in his eyes as he makes every nerve in his body sing with need. He wants that soft throat open under his teeth, to drink his life’s blood, rip out his own heart and put it in Gale, to beat alongside his husband, forever.
“I know you can, my love. But I don't trust myself.”
Gale goes silent under him, breathing hard, letting his husband regain control of himself. His perceptive eyes shine empathetically. He can tell the moment Estevan is back in the moment with him.
“Stand up. Give me the rings,” Estevan orders, sending shivers down the wizard’s back when his eyes darken, “And conjure one of your little hands.”
Gale complies quickly, grinning when his husband slaps his sore ass as he stands on unsteady feet. Estevan kisses Gale’s stomach when he stands, his large hands on the wizard's hips, rubbing up and down lovingly as Gale conjures a mage hand with a flick of his wrist.
Gale bites his lips when he feels Estevan stretching the rings wider. He’s playful at first before the overwhelming feeling of his large blunt tip pushes inside them as he slides both of the rings over his engorged cock.
Estevan circles him and sits on the step above, muscular thighs open wide and inviting while his hand closes over the rings. They are so close to their bedroom yet so far away; Gale cannot fathom finishing this anywhere else other than right here, on the steps in a messy, explosive conclusion.
The tiefling’s cheeks are red as he starts jerking himself off, sliding the rings up and down torturously. Gale can see him shaking with exertion as he struggles to accommodate his girth, watching- helplessly enamored- as he opens himself slowly, marveling as his hole grows pink and used, stretched wide over something that wasn’t there.
Gale falls to his knees on the step below, his hands sliding up Estevans hips to his chest, teasing his nipples until they are pink and perky, spurring the tiefling to pick up his pace. Each stroke is a long, harsh thing, forcing them to take his full girt from tip to root every time.
When Estevan’s hand fails, and he melts against the steps, the mage hand takes over. Gale is busy sitting on his husband’s lap, licking and biting Estevans chest, rolling his nipples with his tongue, making the man moan.
Gale is so close, sighing happily, when Estevan takes his face in his hands and claims his mouth in a deliriously sloppy kiss when the spectral hands turn brutal, fucking them both hard and quick.
“You have a wonderfully devious mind.” The tiefling pants against his mouth while his hips start thrusting into the urgent tightness of the rings.
“Are you close?” Gale asks when he feels Estevan's tell-tale shudders, watching his face contorted in pleasure and his tail flicking before it winds around Gale’s thigh.
“You are going to kill me,” He moans happily as Gale slides down quickly, his mouth on Estevan’s swollen sack, sucking one of his balls into his mouth. The tightening hand in Gale’s hair is just the icing on top of the whorish, strained moans ripped from his husband as he sucks him.
“Gale--” He moans, and Gale lets his mouth trail up that impressive shaft.
“G-Gale!” Estevan’s tail flails as his lips close tightly over the red, weeping tip of his cock, sucking him wantonly while the spectral hand continues its brutal pace, uninterrupted.
“Good gods, Gale!” Estevan cries as he cums, flooding his husband’s mouth, who takes all of him with a happy little moan. Pleasure takes Estevans as explosively as Gale had hoped it would. He’s shaking and sweating on the stairs, writhing while Gale sucks him into his mouth, then catches his eyes and lets his cum dribble down his chin as he kisses around the tips.
Gale is filthy, sloppy, and happy, feeling his husband’s spend splattering against his cheek, his throat, and his clothes. It’s gloriously obscene and maddeningly arousing. Estevan is beautiful like this, flushed and sated, cumming and trembling, his hand in Gale’s hand falling over his own eyes while his chest-- bitten a luscious, peachy pink--rises and falls laboriously.
“Fuck!” He howls, voice rough and thighs shaking when Gale does not order the spectral hand to stop.
His cries grow broken and higher when Gale climbs on top of him, sitting on his cock, and starts riding him like it’s the last thing he’d ever do. The wizard is brutal; pace hurried, his ass slapping against the shuddering tiefling’s thighs as he feels himself spread wide twice over.
He can barely scream when he cums, painting his husband’s stomach and chest with his pleasure as his head wipes back and he cries. The only thing stopping him from collapsing over is Estevan’s strong hands that pull him and the rings off of his aching cock and into his arms, embracing him tightly.
They are a mess; the stairs are sticky with their sweat and cum, and the heat of their vigorous fucking fogged up the small windows. They kiss before either can come down from their elated high, sticky, and glorious, embracing as if they couldn’t show their ardent devotion in any other way but getting impossibly closer.
The fog of lust and pleasure slowly dissipates, leaving incredulous happiness. Gale can feel Estevan’s smile shining through each kiss as he giggles against his lips, the feeling of his glee reverberating against his chest.
“This was a successful test,” Gale giggles, burying his face against his husband’s chest.
“Mad, absolutely mad, my little incubus, my brilliant husband.” Estevan laughs as Gale brushes his nose against his, hoping he can feel the torrent of his love and devotion overflowing from his heart.
“So, you liked it,” Gale states with a coy smile, grazing his teeth against Estevan’s chin as he grins and laughs.
“Of course, I liked it, gods . We will need to have some ground rules—firm ground rules; I see that glint in your eyes, you sexy little fiend.” He says, sitting up, making his husband cling to him with a laugh as he picks him up effortlessly, walks up the stairs, and nudges the door to their bedroom open.
“We shall have as many rules as you’d like if the conclusion to these little tests is as brilliant as this.”
Estevan lays Gale down on their bed gently, kissing his filthy lips lovingly, watching the wizard’s eyes darken when he sees the golden glint of the bands hanging on their chains over his neck.
Gale relaxes as his husband cleans him with gentle hands, caressing his cheeks as he wipes their pleasure off of him, then cards his fingers through his silver-struck hair with care, enjoying the love and trust in his eyes. His finger catches over the bands, a teasing, suggestive touch, hearing Estevan purr deep in his chest as he climbs over his husband.
“We can start laying those rules now,” Estevan murmurs and clambers closer.
“That sounds like a perfect idea to me.” The wizard smiles and pulls his husband closer yet, radiating joy and trust as they kiss once more time.