The Wavemother's thirst is unquenchable

by RvnDKWood

Summary:

Nearly half a year into their relationship, Astarion and Gale have yet to go all the way. They are fine with taking things very slow. But, Astarion prompts Gale into wearing the Wavemother's robe, and suddenly he has a change of mind. He wants to fuck. But Gale isn't ready...and Gale is wearing the Wavemother robe...while dragging Astarion around Baldur's gate on errands.

Astarion may not survive his sudden uncontrollable desire to fuck his lover...especially if Gale keeps accidently doing things that turn him on.

Notes:

I'm new to this ship, just discovered it recently even though I've been playing since Alpha. And then I discovered the Wavemother robe...and it's had me in a chokehold.

TLDR: Gale wear slut robe....Astarion horny...but he no want pressure BF into smex. Gale is unintentionally sexy and Astarion is dying a slow death.

CW: Gale is a trans man in this fic because I want him to be. No other reason. He has had top surgery, but does not want bottom surgery. Lots of words used to describe his genitals such as: cunt, pussy, labia, mons, clit, dick, cock, nub, etc. (literally every word I can think of to use for him)

Chapter 1: Mistakes were made

It had been 6 months since they all began travelling together, and so much has happened in that short amount of time. So much has changed…little has remained constant…

 

And now, after finally making it to Balder’s gate…they group felt free enough to let their guard down.

 

A semblance of normalcy came over them for once. Being back in civilization helped that. And while some like Lae’zel and Halsin remained indifferent to the city, others took advantage of the luxuries afforded to them…

 

Like the resident lovebirds, Gale and Astarion.

 

By this point, it was no secret to anyone in the group that Astarion and Gale had…a thing for each other.

 

…

 

…Oh, fuck the subtlety…they were madly in love with each other.

 

What started as Astarion trying to woo the wizard to his side through sex, and being fully rejected by said wizard, slowly turned into a petty rivalry…then a genuine friendship…and now, an unrelenting desire to be together.

 

Astarion had never had someone like Gale…

 

For as far back as he could remember, he was always just a tool to be used…by his marks…by his friends…by Cazador…

 

But Gale had refused to use him…wanted to befriend him with no ulterior motive…genuinely adored his company and sought after him like an eager pup…and talked his ears off about a wide range of topics.

 

It had annoyed Astarion at first…but slowly, he found himself falling under a secret spell cast by the annoying wizard he just couldn’t seem to shake from his head.

 

And by the time he realized how far he’d fallen, it was too late to retreat.

 

The first night he properly seduced the Wizard, during the camp celebration with the Tieflings, was the first time in his life he truly understood what romance felt like.

 

It has always just been sex…nothing more…

 

Carnal pleasure between two people with nothing in mind but racing towards the finish line, then parting swiftly with few words between them.

 

And in his experience…sex was just a means to an end. A way to lure people in with false promises, only to sacrifice them for a man who destroyed his life.

 

Sex was a tedious, pointless, and frankly disgusting activity that he rarely enjoyed…

 

…but that was not the case anymore.

 

Not with Gale…

 

Months back, he’d invited the man out to the woods for a private “party”…making his intent clear…so imagine his surprise when the wizard pulled him against his body, kissed him passionately, but then stopped him from going further.

 

“Let’s take this nice and slow, my Star…I want us to savor every moment.” He’d said. Then they cuddled by that tree and watched the stars.

 

Gods…that memory still sends chills down his spine.

 

And true to Gale’s suggestion, they have taken it slow…almost painfully slow…

 

Holding hands, holding each other, reading books together in Gale’s tent, sleeping on the same bedroll (and currently in the same bed at the Elfsong). Kissing whenever they wanted…touching whenever the mood struck them.

 

And all of it, Gale had let Astarion either initiate or invited him and waited for a response before acting on it.

 

They only recently got further than innocent touches when they reached Baldur’s Gate…when they finally had access to a bed. They spent that first night finally taking the plunge and exploring each others bodies…with Gale’s mouth on his and their hands in each other’s pants…Gale stroking the elf’s hard cock and Astarion burying fingers in the wizard’s soaked cunt.

 

Gale was nervous when he first revealed himself to Astarion…sitting on their bed with a blush on his face and his legs splayed open…revealing a beautiful pussy with thick lips, a chubby little clit, and a plush mons decorated with soft brown pubic hair.

 

He looked like he’d expected Astarion to change his mind and run away…

 

Instead, he leaned down and ate Gale out until he was begging for mercy.

 

Through Gale, Astarion learned that he enjoyed going down on his partner…or at least, he loved going down on Gale.

 

What they had was special…unique…precious…

 

But despite using their hands and mouths, they never moved to actual penetrative sex before. Not that they needed to, Astarion was perfectly content with hands and mouths…in his case, a slight preference for mouths…

 

Nope…Astarion did not need to stick his dick in Gale for them to have a fulfilled sex life.

 

…

 

At least…that’s what he thought…

 

…but now…while accompanying his lover on a shopping trip…

 

…while said lover was wearing the sluttiest robes he’d ever laid eyes on…

 

…it awakened something long dormant…something he thought he’d long lost…

 

He wanted to fuck.

 

More specifically…he wanted to fuck Gale.

 

So…what brought this on?

 

Well, it all began when they received a gift from the Water Queen’s temple after killing some poor sod for them…

 

Gale was currently wearing that gift…

 

And it was slowly driving Astarion mad.

 

Honestly…never in all his 200 years of living (give or take a few decades) did Astarion find himself on the other side of teasing.

 

He…did the teasing.

 

He wasn’t teased…

 

And he especially was not teased by fucking Gale!

 

And yet…here he was…in a position he’d never imagined he would ever be in.

 

“Hm…which one?”

Astarion felt his nostrils flare as the wizard in question bent over to check the quality of some produce at the market stand they were currently perusing.

Normally, this wouldn’t set Astarion’s blood on fire…hells, they were fucking shopping! This wasn’t an activity that should get him as hard as he currently felt himself becoming.

 

The problem…was this stupid fucking wizard’s current…outfit…

 

No…no it wasn’t an outfit…it was a bloody TORTURE device, created specifically to torment Astarion! How the fuck did this even happen?!

 

“Astarion, love?” Gale peered at him from over his shoulder…of course, while he was still bent over…after all, why the hell would he have stood up straight?

 

Astarion gave a sigh and adjusted himself to move in front of Gale’s rear, blocking him from the view of the multitude of people…most of them casting hungry glances at HIS wizard’s barley covered backside, “Yes, my sweet?”

 

Gale grinned, finally straightening as he casually smoothed out the front of his robe, “Would you mind holding the basket for a spell? I’d hate to put it on the ground, and I need both hands currently.”

Astarion groaned dramatically…hoping Gale wouldn’t hear it for the moan it truly was, “Gods, you’re lucky you’re so cute…I don’t do tediously domestic tasks for just anyone, you know.”

 

Gale giggled, his shoulders shaking as he returned to the task of raising Astarion’s blood pressure through unintentional teasing, “Oh, I’m sure you’ll manage…and it is most appreciated, my Star.” And there he went again…bending over…fondling come cabbages while his nearly exposed derriere stuck up…swaying back and forth ever so subtly as the wizard hummed in thought while scrutinizing produce.

 

The temptation to just pull that back skirt to the side…

 

Damn it all…he knew he shouldn’t have teased Gale about the damn Wavemother robe so much…

 

This was some sort of divine punishment from the Bitch Queen herself! He was sure of it!

 

 

---

 

 

 

(The previous night)

“Well, I think you should at least try it on! We went through so much to get it, after all.” Astarion’s cheshire grin fixed on Gale as the wizard’s cheeks flushed even deeper with humiliation.

 

“There’s barely anything TO try on!” The wizard protested, shaking the garment in question with abject horror and repulsion.

“Clearly, your knowledge of fashion is lacking…” Astarion huffed, “There’s plenty to wear with this little number, and you’re the only one who’d benefit from wearing it…being our only wizard.”

Gale gawked at him like a scandalized goldfish, “No self-respecting wizard would set foot in this-this-!” For once, Gale was at a loss for words…

 

“Really, Darling…” Astarion purred as he casually looped an arm around Gale’s waist, “You should at least try it on once before we sell it. I bet you’ll look ravishing in it.” Astarion made sure to drop his voice an octave to really rile Gale up.

 

It seemed to work as he felt a shiver run through Gale’s body.

 

Astarion couldn’t help but tease…

 

“Gale, my love, you truly have the perfect body for this garment!”

 

Gale scoffed, “Oh really? Pray tell, what body type exactly would this…robe flatter?”

 

“Darling, are you serious?” Astarion purred, “It’s practically made for you!”

 

“Uh huh…” Gale wasn’t convinced in the slightest, “I think this was made with someone more like Shadowheart in mind.”

Astarion’s jaw dropped in disbelief at that, “Shadowheart?! She wouldn’t even be able to have it sit on her hips right! Oh please, Gale, this robe was made for someone less…waifish.”

 

Gale frowned, “Waifish?”

 

“You heard me.” Astarion tsked as he continued making his case, “Just imagine…those lovely legs of yours…all exposed for everyone to see…” He trailed his hand down to lightly brush Gale’s hip, causing the slightly shorter man to jolt from the contact, “…your adorably thick thighs, and these supple little hips of yours…so…grabbable…”

 

“Astarion…” Gale warned, face heating up even more as the vampire’s breath tickled his ear.

 

“Your plump pectorals too…gods, that neckline would show them off so nicely…really emphasize the bounce they have to them…”

 

“Stop…” Gale’s brow furrowed as he tried to fend off the vampire’s wandering hands.

 

“And your posterior…imagine how it would…jiggle when you walk…the cloth would barely cover your wonderfully rotund arse!” Astarion laughed, giving the wizard’s rear a playful pinch as he did, which roused an indignant squeak from the other man.

“Will you shut up!?” Gale huffed as he swatted Astarion’s hands away, causing the vampire to chuckle deviously, “I’m already well aware of how ridiculous I’d look in the damn thing, I don’t need your teasing!”

 

Despite the smirk on Astarion’s face, his heart did a guilty little clench when Gale said that. Honestly…he was being serious…attempting to compliment his lover’s physique. But he’d forgotten how insecure his wizard could be, even still.

 

He laughed softly, leaning in to kiss the angry lines of Gale’s furrowed brow, “Oh, my Dearest…forgive me, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

 

“Yes you did, you liar!” Gale huffed, folding his arms across his chest as he did.

Astarion relented, “Fine…I might have meant to embarrass just a tiny bit.”

That admission seemed to sate the other man, the soft tutting as he averted his gaze spoke volumes more than his words could…and Gale certainly could produce a lot of words, “Can we just drop this whole silly hypothetical? I’m not even entertaining the idea of wearing that…thing.”

 

“Darling, I had no idea you were frightened by a simple outfit.”

“I’m not frightened of it!”

 

“Then why not try it on? What’s the harm?”

 

“Because I won’t look good in it!” Gale finally sputtered in exasperation.

 

“Says who?”

 

“You did! Just now!” He jammed an accusing finger in the vampire’s face as his face heated again, “When you were…describing my physique!”

Astarion frowned, “What are you on about? I did no such thing! All I did was say how your soft rounded features were perfect for-”

 

“There! You did it again!” Gale looked away and huffed, “…you’re essentially calling me fat!”

A pause, then a sigh, “Darling, you’re not fat…you’re plump, there’s a difference.”

 

“How so?”

 

Astarion rolled his eyes in mild irritation, “Well, for one, you’re a fairly healthy weight. You fill out without being in excess. And when you turn to the side, your belly mostly has no pudge.”

“MOSTLY?!” Gale’s hands immediately went to his stomach, pressing down on the minimal amount of fat that sat over his abdominals.

 

That…may have been a mistake on Astarion’s part, so he attempted to backtrack in the conversation, “Now now Love, your body shape is a thing of beauty. That’s all I’m trying to say…granted I went about it in an asinine way…for that, I apologize.”

 

Gale grew quiet after that, and the furrow in his brow smoothed out. Eventually, he turned to give Astarion a hard stare, “You promise you won’t make fun of me?”

 

“Darling, I believe I’ve already teased you enough for one night…” He gave Gale a mischievous grin, “Are you…reconsidering my request?”

Gale threw his hands up in defeat before giving a frustrated groan, “Fine! I’ll put the damn thing on, but then I don’t want to hear another word about it! AND it’s going OVER my clothes!”

Astarion whined at that, “Oh, but that’ll ruin the effect…”

 

“Too bad! Take it or leave it.”

 

“You’re no fun, love…” Astarion pouted as he moved to sit in one of the chairs as Gale began pulling the robe over his casual clothes.

 

Of course, it was entirely unflattering over the other clothes, but Astarion could imagine how Gale would look with just the robe.

 

What was surprising, however, is when Gale turned to look at himself in the mirror, he gave a small huff of astonishment, “This is…huh…actually it’s quite the powerful magic item…I can already feel the strength.”

 

“See?” Astarion couldn’t help his shit-eating grin, “I’m always right, aren’t I?”


Gale gave him a stern look through the mirror and tsked, “Not quite…I still look terrible in it.”

“That’s because you’re wearing it like a fucking idiot.” Astarion huffed, “Take your damn clothes off and wear it properly!”

 

“Oh for the love of-FINE!” Gale sighed as he began pulling the robe off.

 

Astarion grinned like the cat who caught the canary, sitting with his legs criss-crossed as he watched his lover strip before him.

 

He was telling the truth earlier…

 

He really adored Gale’s body…

 

It wasn’t what he assumed was his usual type, which is why it surprised him how much he loved looking at it.

 

Gale had lean muscles, obviously due to the constant walking and fighting, but he was also soft, bits of tasteful fat around his body…in all the right places.

 

He didn’t have tits anymore, sporting some large crescent scars under each pectoral, but the mounds were still deliciously fatty over the muscle. They really did bounce slightly when Gale ran or made a sudden movement, and they were dusted with a gorgeous spattering of hair sprouting from his sternum and spreading across each lovely breast.

 

The hair continued down along the center of his abdomen, thinning out above his naval before thickening around his crotch.

 

And fuck, Gale’s lower half was a dramatically beautiful contrast to his upper half.

 

A narrow curvy waist tapered off into thick hips that sported a thick layer of plush fluff. Astarion enjoyed how his hands would sink into the flesh when he gripped Gale sans clothes…skin spilling out from between his fingers in an erotic manner.

 

And his beautiful thighs…gods above, he has no idea how he lasted this long without sinking his teeth into one of Gale’s gorgeous thighs.

 

They were just as plump as his ass…his magnificent, round, barely-able-to-hold-one-cheek-in-his-hand ass.

 

The underwear came off next, and Astarion’s eyes automatically focused sharply on the barest glimpse he could see of Gale’s plush vulva.

 

His ass and thighs were large enough to conceal it from view, unfortunately, but when Gale spread his legs a bit too far to step out of his smalls, he would occasionally see the puffy outer lips, pressed together in a concealing line…hiding its inner beauty from view.

 

He didn’t get to bask in the view for long before Gal pulled he robe over his head and-

 

…

 

“Well?” Gale turned to face Astarion, arms crossing over his barely-covered chest as he looked away sheepishly.


…Astarion stared…

 

“See? Told you it looks ridiculous…” Gale sighed, face reddening even more, spreading down his chest in blotches.

 

…Astarion…continued staring…unable to form words with his brain let alone his mouth.


It was, in fact, not ridiculous…at all. It was even better than Astarion thought it would be…dangerously so.

 

For the first time, he wished he could take back his actions…because what “Gale wearing the Wavemother’s robes” did to him was…terrifying.

 

The dress hugged every curve…pronounced all the plush, fluffy parts of Gale’s body, over-exaggerating the points he’d just praised while initially admiring his lover’s body…to an infinite degree.

“Astarion?”

The robe was cut to expose nearly all of Gale’s chest and abdomen, and had the audacity to squish his tits together slightly to make a tasty amount of fuzzy cleavage. And the fucking hip slits…oh he knew Gale had some hypnotic hips, but this robe was cut to exaggerate and compliment the wearer’s voluptuousness.

 

Obviously it was meant for the fairer sex, and their typically curvy forms… but Gale wore it like it was made for him specifically. Hells, he wore it better than any woman could!

 

“Star?”

 

Astarion swallowed around the lump in his throat as his eyes travelled down the expanse of Gale’s thighs, breath quickening at the sight of beautiful sun-kissed skin littered sparsely with downy brown hair, thickening ever so slightly when it reached his calves.

 

Fuck…he could feel his blood pulsing in his ears…

 

…wait…that wasn’t right…

 

That wasn’t his blood…

 

Casting his eyes up again, he locked them with Gale’s and-

 

…

 

The tension was thicker than Gale’s thighs, it would seem.

 

The Wizard was staring right back at him, all blushy with thighs pressing together demurely as his pretty brown eyes big with anticipation…waiting for Astarion to tell him exactly what he thought of his pretty new outfit.

 

His wizard did thrive off praise…off Astarion’s want…

 

…and oh did Astarion want…

 

…

 

Snapping himself out of his daze, Astarion coughed lightly and attempted to look not as turned on as he currently was, “W-well! As I said, Dearest, I’m always right. You look gorgeous!”

 

Gale’s face softened at that, his big brown eyes sparkling as his flush deepened a bit, “Truly? You…think I look good in this?”


Oh fuck yes…

 

…too good in fact…

 

Astarion almost wanted to tell him to take it off due to a situation he had going on in his pants. But, his desire to heap praise on his lover was stronger than his boner, “My dear, you would put Eilistraee to shame with your beauty!” He tried to resist raking his eyes over Gale’s form…already struggling quite a bit to stay in his seat and not throw himself into Gale’s arms…before throwing Gale right into bed.

 

They fooled around, yes…but sex…real sex was something they were not doing…not yet at least. Getting off together was normal, but they were both too nervous to take that final plunge into carnal penetrative love-making.

 

It all stemmed from Astarion’s past trauma being a whore for Cazador, and Gale’s insecurities…and also his trauma from that bitch Mystra…

 

They’d had several discussions already…

 

They agreed that the time wasn’t right…

 

…

 

…so why did Astarion suddenly want nothing more than to bend Gale over the nearest flat surface and plow his cunt until it was nothing more than a gaping soaked mess dripping with his seed?

 

Gale’s shocked guffaw managed to break Astarion’s focus enough to cool down his body. The wizard was grinning sheepishly as he fiddled with a stray lock of luscious brown hair, “Gods above…you’re just saying that…”

 

Astarion felt his heart throb and his body melt. His lust calmed for now at seeing how positively adorable Gale was when he accepted flattery. He smiled softly, “I say a lot of things, Gale…but when I say them to you, I mean them.”

 

The smile Gale gave him was well worth the blue balls he would have for the remainder of the night. The wizard turned towards the mirror and appraised himself in it, brow furrowing when he didn’t seem to see the same thing Astarion did.

 

That didn’t sit well with Astarion…so he steeled himself and rose from his chair, subtly adjusting himself under his waistband so his erection was less obvious. He came up behind Gale and settled his hands on the other man’s waist.

 

Gale jumped slightly, surprised by Astarion’s sudden presence…the rogue being nearly silent with his movement and inability to be reflected in the mirror.

 

He had to keep his hands over the fabric…if even a centimeter of that soft, warm flesh touched his icy fingers, Astarion knew he would lose it entirely. He instead laid his chin on Gale’s shoulder, lips brushing under the wizard’s ear…causing him to sharply intake a breath.

 

“Love…I would kill hundreds of goblins for the pleasure of seeing this sight.” He purred into Gale’s ear, his hands gently massaging the clothed flesh of Gale’s waist.

 

Gale whined softly, placing his hands over Astarion’s as he turned his head slightly to brush his lips against Astarion’s, “Ohhh hundreds? But wouldn’t that take hours, dearest?” His tone carried a teasing lilt.

 

Astarion chuckled softly, pressing forward to brush their lips again before answering, “Oh it would…and I would complain the entire time, naturally…but oh, the reward…” Gale grasped his hands gently, pulling them forward to slide downwards…thankfully following the line of the robe until they settled on Gale’s mostly flat stomach.

 

“Flatterer…” Gale breathed against his lips…

 

“Tease.” Astarion purred back before he finally connected their lips.

 

Gale moaned into his mouth, and Astarion drank it in eagerly. Gale’s blood might be horrid, but his lips were akin to ambrosia. He wasted no time sliding his tongue along Gale’s inner bottom lip, silently asking for entrance.

 

When Gale’s tongue boldly slid against his own, Astarion took that as consent to deepen the kiss. He kept one hand pressed against Gale’s clothed belly while the other trailed back up the length of his body…following the silky scales of the robe until he reached the wizard’s neck.

 

Astarion took control of the kiss at the point, leading Gale in a sensual dance as his hand gently moved to caress the side of Gale’s neck…fingering his pulse and trailing up and down the Netherese lines.

 

That always caused Gale to tremble against him. The wizard was practically vibrating with pleasure against him.

 

Then Gale pressed back…Astarion was certain it was unintentional…

 

His rear ground against Astarion’s front, reminding him of the “problem” he had stirring below.

 

Shit, he’d gotten carried away…any further and he would be pinning Gale against the damn mirror.

 

Forcing himself away from Gale’s lips was the hardest thing he’s had to do up until now, but if he continued, he felt that he would end up forcing Gale into something they weren’t ready for.

 

Astarion pulled his lips back with a wet smack as Gale frowned, giving him a needy look as he tried to go in for more.

 

“Ah ah, that’s enough, my pet.” Astarion pressed a finger against Gale’s kiss-swollen lips, dragging his bottom lip down slightly before gripping his bearded chin lovingly, “It’s been a long day, and we both need our rest.”

 

“Astarion…” Gale breathed his name like a prayer, his body attempting to press back against Astarion’s front again, but the vampire made a tactical retreat, spinning out of Gale’s reach with a laugh, “No no! I shan’t be tempted! No matter how ravishing you look in your robe. Now take it off and get in your comfy clothes. It’s time we went to bed.”

 

Internally, Astarion was screaming.

 

It was a good thing he left his tunic untucked, otherwise Gale would obviously see the outline where Astarion had his erection tucked up in his waistband, holding it against his body so it wouldn’t tent his trousers.

 

He didn’t want Gale to get the wrong idea…

 

Because if he saw his state now…he would naturally expect some intimacy under the idea that he was “helping” relieve his lover of an uncomfortable erection…

 

…and Astarion knew a blowjob would not satisfy him tonight. He feared himself…his sudden lapse of control.

 

He knew what it felt like to be forced into something he wasn’t ready for…he refused to do that to Gale.

 

His beautiful, sweet, naïve Gale.

 

In truth, Astarion struggled with all the other times they’ve messed about…something always nagged at him that Gale was forcing himself to be intimate to please Astarion. Gale would insist it wasn’t true…but the feelings remained.

 

Astarion sighed as Gale finally relented. The wizard looked a bit sad with ending their intimacy, but he gave Astarion a smile all the same as he said, “Alright, I suppose we do need our energy tomorrow. Remember, you promised to go shopping with me?”


Astarion gave a nod, “Of course, Darling. I would be honored to chaperone you. Now hurry up and get dressed for bed. I’ll be here, ready to cuddle.”

 

Gale snickered, “I’m going, I’m going.” And just like that, he sauntered into the bathroom, giving Astarion one last haunting image of his jiggling thighs and buttocks in that skimpy robe.

 

Asking Gale to wear that robe was a mistake…

 

 

---

 

 

 

The next morning, Astarion woke from his trance alone in their bed.

 

Odd…

 

Gale was usually still asleep by this time of morning. He didn’t even feel the other man get up, which would normally be the thing that stirred him from his meditative state.

 

Perhaps he was in the bath?

 

Gale sometimes enjoyed a hot bath in the morning.

 

Astarion rose from the cold sheets and padded over to the bathroom. He rapped on the door with his knuckles, “Gale? Love, are you bathing?”

 

No answer.

 

He tested the knob of the door. It wasn’t locked, and when he opened it, Gale wasn’t inside, but there were signs that he had taken a morning soak today.

 

This confused Astarion greatly. How the hell did he not wake through that?

 

Gale wasn’t a quiet person when he woke. He often made quite a bit of noise when he woke, actually. Mumbling to himself, stretching and groaning as his joints popped, and Astarion’s personal favorite…leaning over and giving him a morning smooch while he yawned out a greeting.

 

For Astarion to be unbothered during all of that was…odd.

 

He dressed quickly in his travelling clothes. Perhaps Gale just wanted to get an early start and was intentionally quiet out of courtesy to Astarion?

 

…

 

Hells no. It’s not that Gale wouldn’t be courteous…but more that Gale knew Astarion would want to be roused when Gale did.

 

Believe it or not…but Astarion liked waking up with Gale.

 

He wouldn’t admit it…but Gale had long deduced that he enjoyed it.

 

What was his wizard scheming?

 

He didn’t have to wonder for long as he headed down the stairs of the Elfsong to see…

 

…

 

Oh hells no…

 

“Astarion! You’re up! Good, I’ve got a list ready, and Shadowheart loaned me a basket to hold everything in.” Gale’s smile was as radiant as the sun, innocently beaming up at him.

 

But that was where the innocence stopped…because below that smiling face, Gale was wearing the fucking Wavemother robe!

 

And he was wearing it the proper way…nothing underneath.

 

Fuck…

 

Astarion had to force himself to descend the rest of the way, trying to keep his eyes off Gale’s body and failing miserably.

 

Shit, he really looked so fucking delectable in that fucking outfit…

 

It had the exact same effect on Astarion as it did the night before…and that was still very problematic for the vampire.

 

He cleared his throat as he approached Gale, “Um…good morning, my sweet…wearing your new robe I see?”

 

Gale blushed and glanced down, giving Astarion a sheepish grin, “Yes, well, you seemed to really like the way it looked, so I thought, what the heck? I think I’ll test the feel of it, see if I could wear it as my main robe. It is quite powerful after all, and I would hate to waste such a wonderful gift, especially when my lover says it looks dashing on me.”

 

Astarion was seriously regretting the entirety of last night now…

 

This robe…no, Gale wearing this robe…it was bringing out desires he seriously thought had died.

 

His desire to pin Gale to the nearest object and fuck him like a common whore was steadily increasing the longer he stayed there…in Gale’s presence.

 

This wasn’t going to work…

 

There was no way he could be near Gale right now…not when he looked like this.

 

“Um…is something wrong?”

 

Astarion made eye contact with Gale. His wizard was staring at him with concern…body shifting awkwardly…

 

…

 

Damn it all…he wanted Gale to feel good. He was under the impression that he looked good like this, and he was right, of course. Astarion didn’t want to douse his confidence. He knew how hard Gale was on himself…how doubtful he could be of his own worth.

 

He would grin and bear it. Force down his irritating lust and give praise where praise is due.

 

“It’s…no, nothing’s wrong dear.” Astarion forced a dashing smile on his face and trailed his fingers through Gale’s hair lovingly, “You…just look so radiant…I was at a loss for words.”

 

That seemed to be enough to throw Gale off the scent. The wizard smiled warmly and laughed, “I’m glad! I enjoy looking at least half as good for you as you look for me. Well, we best get a move on then, lots of sights to see and so little time.”

 

“Yes…” Astarion hummed, allowing his eyes to travel down to Gale’s cleavage, “…lots of sights…”

 

This was going to kill him…he just knew it.

Chapter 2: Stupid sexy Gale!

Summary:

Woo! Sorry it took so long! I got stuck. Hope it was worth the wait, and promise the last chapter won't take this long!

Deep breaths…in…hold…out…

 

“Hm, I think this one might be too long…too thick…”

 

In…hold…out…

 

“I don’t know if it would fit…you know, in my pot…”

 

In…hold…hold…hold!

 

“Mm…I suppose I could just…force it?”

 

Oh, fucking HELLS!

 

Astarion puffed out a growl as he grabbed the cucumber from Gale’s hands, “Will you kindly stop molesting the produce and just put it in the damn basket?!”

 

Gale just stared at him, all big eyes and clueless expression…no sense of reading the room at all in that ditzy head…that gorgeous ditzy head…

 

Astarion stared him down as he plopped the offending vegetable in the basket.

 

“Astarion?” Gale tilted his head, soft wavy hair falling over his ear slightly, “Are you alright?”

 

Shit…he felt like an ass…

 

Sighing, Astarion shook his head, “I’m fine, dear…just…a bit irritated this morning, that’s all.”

 

Gale’s warm hands came up and gently grasped Astarions, gently squeezing him once, “Do you need to go back? You needn’t accompany me if you are feeling unwell.”

 

“No, no.” Astarion relaxed slightly, fixing Gale with a loving smile, “We rarely get a moment alone these days. I missed spending time with you without suffering Karlach’s impulsive idiocy, Lae’zel’s insistence on fighting everything that slightly disagrees with her, or Wyll’s constant selfless acts of mundane heroism…do we have to help every single old woman we find?! I mean, really!”

 

Gale laughed softly, guiding Astarion’s hand to his bearded cheek. He nuzzled against Astarion’s palm…cheeks blushing under his beard, “As much as I enjoy our friends’ company…I have to agree. I have craved your company sans them.”

 

If Astarion’s heart could beat, it would be audible all across the Storm coast. Instead, Astarion’s ears tuned in to the sound of Gale’s heartbeat…focusing on the steady rhythm that steadily increased as Astarion’s hand moved lower…from Gale’s warm cheek to his pulsing neck.

 

Astarion’s eyes cast downward, staring at Gale’s full lips…begging to be sucked on…bitten…

 

He trailed lower down Gale’s neck, following the orb’s lines down the jut of his clavicle and towards the hairy expanse of-

 

Holy fuck he wanted to fuck those tits…

 

Astarion bit the inside of his cheek to suppress a groan, forcing back his filthy desires and pulling his hand away from Gale’s warmth, “Yes well-!” Astarion coughed lightly as he stepped back from his lover, “-I suppose we should hurry along now! Lead the way, dearest.”

 

The wizard was still standing there with a dopey confused look on his face, as if he didn’t understand why Astarion was pulling away from him. When he regained his voice, he gave Astarion a pout, “I…well…yes, let’s get going then. We should get some bread, and I would like to see if they have my favorite cheese in stock. Honestly, I don’t understand why its so difficult to keep certain things stocked! It seems like every time I go shopping they’re always out of what I want! Why, the last time we were out-” The wizard was still talking even as he turned and continued on his merry way.

 

Ah yes, Gale’s infamous nonstop rambling.

 

Astarion was somewhat grateful that Gale was so willing to just move on.

 

…and also that he had the foresight to tuck his cock up in his waistband shortly before they left the Elfsong.

 

He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to get rid of his hard-on anytime soon…

 

He heaved a sigh…

 

This entire situation was causing an array of mixed feelings to flow through him. On one hand, yes…he desired Gale greatly, and he wanted to do nothing more than to throw his supple wizard against the wall and have his way with him until he was a broken mess that couldn’t remember anything except Astarion’s name.

 

And at the same time…his lust for Gale disgusted and humiliated him.

 

He knew what it felt like to be the object of people’s lust. He hated being thought of as a sexual object…a good lay…a willing hole.

 

With how often he had been beneath someone he did not want, Astarion had almost begun to believe that was all he could ever amount to…a malleable doll to be used and discarded.

 

But to Gale, he was never that. He was always Astarion, and that’s what made him fall for the adorable man. Gale never expected anything from him…never asked for anything. When they became intimate, it was always on Astarion’s terms, because Gale selflessly wanted him to be in control of his own sexuality for once.

 

Intimacy with Gale gave him back his autonomy…his freedom of choice.

 

Gale was far too good to him…

 

And yet, Astarion was lusting after Gale’s body…doing the very thing he hated being done to him.

 

He needed to control himself until the robe was off and Gale was safely tucked back into his normal comfy clothing. Those floppy unflattering purple pajamas that did nothing to accentuate his lover’s soft curves…but oh they made Gale so nice to cuddle with.

 

He could do this…he could stop lusting after his lover’s perfect body.

 

No matter how damn good his arse looked from behind…

 

 

 

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Three stalls later and Astarion’s torment only increased.

 

It was bad enough that Gale’s natural walk held a slight sway to his hips…but with the Wavemother robe, the walk was downright sinful to watch. It looked more fitting on an employee of the Sharess Caress.

 

And Astarion couldn’t…stop…STARING!

 

And the WORST part in all this? Gale was completely oblivious to his own sexiness.

 

Every little turn…every little bend…everything was done so…erotically!

 

And yet, the wizard had the GALL to smile all cute and innocent as he beckoned Astarion along. As if he held the end of his leash…which in all honestly, he did at this point.

 

Gods, Astarion was whipped…

 

How had he fallen so far from grace?!

 

He used to be a force of seduction and manipulation. Men, women, and everything in between used to throw themselves at him, and he would play their minds and bodies like a game he always won at…enduring all the discomfort and taking the disgusted feelings in stride.

 

And now, one little book-loving wizard managed to turn him from a dangerous wolf to a lovestruck pup…

 

“Oh! Bananas! Haven’t had those in a while!” Gale flitted over to the fruit stand, hands already groping the phallic fruit to check their quality.

 

Astarion bit back a groan, thankful his doublet was thick enough to cover his erection. He took a deep breath he did not need. He could survive this…he could absolutely survive this shopping trip! No matter what stupid sexy Gale did-

 

“Ah, this looks so good…” Gale padded back over to him, banana in hand and a hungry look on his face. He peeled it quickly, “I haven’t had one of these in months!” he opened his mouth and slowly…painfully slowly…inserted the fruit…and didn’t stop until it was halfway down his throat.

 

STUPID SEXY GALE!

 

Astarion’s eyes focused hard on the seal of Gale’s lips around the fruit…on the bob of his throat as he swallowed around it…then he nearly moaned as Gale slowly pulled the fruit from his throat…completely intact and covered in his saliva.

 

Gale let out a small moan as the fruit vacated his mouth…dark eyes glancing over to Astarion and lidding with want and desire-

 

…wait…

 

…WAIT…

 

WHAT?!

 

“Ah, that hit the spot…” Gale husked as he slid his tongue up the length of the fruit before sliding it back between his lips.

 

HOLD ON.

 

Gale moaned softly pulling and pushing the fruit between his lips in a mockery of a similar activity he did with a certain bit of Astarion’s anatomy when they got frisky.

 

HOLD RIGHT THE FUCK ON!!

 

Gale finally bit down on the fruit, and just like that, the scene shifted to a completely normal activity…Gale enjoying a banana the right way. The wizard happily munched on the fruit and swallowed before addressing Astarion, “Right, groceries are done, but since we’re out I’d like to pop over to Sorcerous Sundries for a spell…haha that pun was unintended.”

 

And he was off…walking away…swaying those thick hips and that slappable arse as if he hadn’t just deep-throated a banana in front of his very horny boyfriend!!

 

…

 

Did he…know what he was doing?

 

Was all this teasing actually intentional?

 

Was this all a seduction attempt to goad Astarion into making a big leap in their relationship and finally fucking Gale fully?!

 

…

 

No…no this was Gale he was talking about.

 

They man was as dense as the cheese he loves snacking on. Astarion knew from experience! The amount of flirting that just went over the man’s head…the innuendos that fell flat…

 

No.

 

His wizard didn’t have the confidence nor the wherewithal to intentionally tease him like this.

 

This was just an unfortunate coincidence.

 

He was certain of it.

 

 

 

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HE WAS NO LONGER CERTAIN THIS WAS A COINCIDENCE.

 

Astarion was now about 62% positive that Gale was intentionally attempting to seduce him!

 

They made it to Sorcerous Sundries without much fanfare, but immediately Gale pulled him over to the staff section, claiming that he needed a replacement soon.

 

That led to him stroking the rods in a HIGHLY suggestive manner while commenting on how hard and thick the shafts were…

 

At one point, Gale pulled the staff against his chest, pressing his man-tits around it to cradle the rod in his cleavage as he reached for another rod on a shelf that was far too high up. Stretching out his lean, curvy body while pressing the staff deeper between his plump mounds.

 

Astarion was at his wits end!

 

He had to keep his eyes away from Gale if he didn’t want to do something they would end up regretting later. It’s one thing if Gale was intentionally trying to work him up to seduce him into a  bit of fun…but he wasn’t completely convinced that was what his wizard was attempting.

 

After all, for how brilliant Gale is, he is equally as naïve.

 

If he made an assumption and revealed his lustful, filthy desire to take the sexual aspects of their relationship to the next level-

 

“Astarion? I require your assistance!” Gale’s voice called to him like a harpy’s song.

 

He rolled his head to look at Gale, thankful that he’d finally stopped titfucking himself with the damn staff! He quirked a brow at Gale…wondering what exactly he had in mind now.

 

Gale smiled awkwardly and pointed at the staff he’d been trying to reach, “Would you mind lifting me up so I can get a closer look at that staff?”

 

…

 

He was going to die.

 

This is how he died.

 

And the wizard is the one who FUCKING KILLED HIM!

 

AND IT WASN’T WITH A MISAIMED FIREBALL LIKE THEY ALL THOUGHT IT WOULD BE!

 

“Must I?” Astarion whined, trying his damnedest to weasel out of having to touch Gale right now. If he laid hands on this delicious scantily clad idiot right now, his cock would explode…and he really didn’t want to cum in public.

 

“Well…I suppose I could find a ladder…” Gale turned away in thought…the staff in his hands pressed between his tits still, “…but I don’t really want to go find one, after all this is a unique staff-” His hands began slowly stroking up and down the staff…gripping firmly and moving it subtly in the valley of his breasts, “-I wouldn’t want someone to come by and claim it before I’ve had a proper look-” Up…down…press…squeeze…repeat, “-I suppose I could use mage hand to-AH but wait they have that new rule against using magic in the-”


“STOP STROKING THE DAMN THING!”

 

The entire area went dead silent following Astarion’s desperate scream. There were thankfully no eyes on them, but it was impossible not to have heard him from all over the establishment.

 

Gale stared at him wide-eyed…but thankfully stopped giving the staff a handjob.

 

 

And now that Astarion could think straight, he turned towards the staff and placed a hand on the shelf…then a foot.

“Astarion? What are you-”

 

 

“Do shut up, my love. I’m getting your gods-damned staff!” He began to climb.


“As-ASTARION!? That’s dangerous! C-Come down, I’ll go find a stepladder-”


Astarion was already halfway up the shelf, one hand reaching for the staff, “Trying to concentrate, dear.”

 

 

“You’ll fall!”

 

“Will you just SHUT-”

 

CRACK

Astarion barely had enough time for one of his pointed ears to twitch before the shelf under his foot broke, sending him plummeting to the floor.

 

“ASTARION!”

 

The good news is something soft broke Astarion’s fall…

 

…the bad news is that soft something was Gale.

 

“Ow…Astarion?! Are you alright, my love?!”

 

Astarion’s groan was muffled from his face being pressed in between Gale’s fat man-tits. He’d managed to turn himself mid-air to catch himself on his hands and knees, but in an effort to catch him, Gale had dove forward and they collided. This led to Astarion landing right on top of his scantily clad lover with his face smooshed between his exposed furry pectorals…

 

…and fucking hells he smelled edible!

 

He couldn’t stand it any longer! Without thinking Astarion moaned, and his tongue darted out to lick Gale along his sternum. He realized what he was doing and quickly snapped out of it, scrambling to his hands and knees to get away from Gale before the wizard realized what he just did.

 

Thankfully, the wizard was none the wiser.

 

“Gods, that was quite a fall, Let me check you over.” Gale pleaded as he leaned forward and crawled towards Astarion on his hands and knees…and all Astarion could think about is how all he had to do was grab the bun on the back of Gale’s head and shove his face down into his groin-

 

NO NO NO!!!

 

“I’m fine, love…” Astarion scooted back father and scrambled to his feet, losing his balance momentarily before he regained his composure and held out a hand for Gale to take, “I’m a bit more worried about you. You did cushion my fall, after all.”


Gale gave a small chuckle as he accepted the hand and allowed Astarion to pull him to his feet, “Well, you do enjoy using me as a pillow.” He then leaned forward, eyes sparkling as he added, “I don’t mind it either…being used by you…especially if things are hard for you.” He then turned away with a devious little smirk on his lips…sashaying those wide hips and-

 

 

WHAT THE FUCK?!

 

Did he just…was that supposed to be…

 

Was Gale…flirting?!

 

That’s what this was, right? There was no way he mistook it! The wizard just made an obvious innuendo!

 

…

 

Or he was losing his mind with lust and perverting completely innocent words and actions.

 

Yes…that was it, he was going insane.

 

He took several deep breaths to regain control of his emotions before following Gale. He was talking to one of the attendants about the shelf accident and he felt a pang of guilt when Gale handed over a sum of gold to most likely pay for the damage.

 

With his tail tucked firmly between his legs, he made his way to the door and waited for his wizard to return to his side.

 

“Well, I’m glad they were agreeable. It would be quite a shame if we got banned from the premises.” Gale laughed as he smiled at Astarion. Upon noticing the distressed look, he reached out and cupped the vampire’s cheek, “Love? Are you alright? Did you actually hurt yourself and just didn’t realize? I think I have a potion in my bag-”

 

“The only thing I hurt is my pride.” Astarion sighed as he leaned into the touch, “I’m sorry, darling…it was stupid of me to try and climb that shelf. How much did you pay? I’ll replace your coin.”

 

“Oh pish-posh!” Gale chuckled, “Your heart was in the right place! You were only trying to help me get the staff off the high shelf. I won’t chastise you for miscalculating the sturdiness of the display!”

 

“Yes, well nevertheless-”

 

“And really I believe I teased you a little too much so your mind was elsewhere, I didn’t intend to rile you up that much-” Gale suddenly shut his mouth, face reddening when he realized what he’d just admit to.

 

He hoped Astarion didn’t catch it…

 

Astarion did.

 

“What was that, my sweet?”

 

Gale swallowed, his throat bobbing as he pulled away from Astarion and attempted to change the topic, “A-anyways! W-we should get moving. I-I saw a new wine vendor in the market yesterday and-”

“Gale Dekarios.” Astarion growled low in his throat as he took a purposeful step towards his lover, “Don’t tell me that all that…stroking of staffs you did in there was intentional.”

 

“Er…it’s…well…” Gale stammered, looking down at his feet as the blush deepened.

 

“Because it sounds an awful lot to me like you are trying to rile me up by knowingly attempting to seduce me.”

 

“Th-that’s…”

 

Astarion didn’t let him finish. Grabbing the stuttering wizard’s hand, the vampire dragged him along as they weaved through the crowd at a fast pace. He navigated the busy streets until he found a secluded alleyway with no prying eyes. In one fluid movement, he pinned Gale against the stone wall and fixed him with a stern glare.

 

“How long?”

 

Gale blinked, “H-how long?”

 

“How long have you been trying to seduce me?!” Astarion demanded.

 

Gale shrunk a bit, sheepishly meeting his lover’s firm stare, “Since the produce stand…”

 

Astarion’s mouth dropped, “So…the cucumber?”

 

“Yes…”

 

“The bending over?”

 

“That too…”

 

“The fucking BANANA?!”

 

“I’ll admit that one may have been too far.” Gale meekly offered.

 

Astarion gawked in disbelief, mouth opening and closing as he processed that all the teasing…all the sexy little things Gale has been doing this entire shopping trip…all if it was done with full intent on driving him mad with lust!

 

The only thing he couldn’t figure out was…

 

“Why?” Astarion asked, his brow furrowing, “That’s not like you…”

 

Gale hung his head shamefully, and that wasn’t the reaction Astarion wanted to see. He sighed and gently tilted Gale’s chin up so he could look at him proper, “Darling, I’m not mad…I’m just…surprised. I didn’t think you were capable of such things, truthfully!”

 

The wizard’s eyes were misting, and Astarion’s heart broke at the knowledge that he was making his beloved cry. So, he shushed Galle and pulled him into an embrace, “Shh sh, Darling, it’s alright. I swear to you, I’m not mad.”

 

Gale’s nose nuzzled against the crook of Astarion’s neck, just above the ruffle that decorated the top of his doublet. He mumbled meekly, “You’re…not mad?”

 

“No, Darling…I’m not.”

 

“You won’t…leave me?”

 

…oh…right, Gale’s abandonment issues…

 

He imagined his clever wizard was thinking he’d gone and messed up again, and Astarion would pull a Mystra and break it off.

 

Astarion scoffed at the very idea, “Leave you? Because you tried to seduce me? Oh Darling, of course not! Quite the opposite, in fact…I had trouble leaving you be this entire damned trip…”

 

Gale sniffled against his shoulder, pressing his form as close to Astarion’s as he could, “R-really? It…it didn’t make you too uncomfortable? I-I thought…after Sorcerous sundries…”

 

“Oh, no you absolutely made me uncomfortable…but not necessarily in a bad way.” Astarion pushed Gale back so they could see each other’s faces, “Gale, why the sudden flirtations?”

 

Gale fiddled with his fingers, wringing his hands nervously as he tried to avoid Astarion’s eyes, “W-well…y-you said I look good…l-like this. And, we still haven’t really…m-made love yet…f-fully. And…I-I thought that maybe…i-if I attempted to…s-seduce you…perhaps we could…maybe you would…”

 

Astarion’s eyes widened in realization.

 

Gale wanted sex.

 

He wanted to go all the way…and this was his awkward, stupid, yet incredibly sweet attempt to entice him into making a move.

 

…

 

The vampire couldn’t stop the grin that formed on his face.

 

“Why Gale Dekarios…you naughty little tease.” Astarion purred as he crowded his wizard against the stone wall, “Darling, if you wanted me to deflower you, all you had to do was ask…no silly seduction attempts needed!”

 

“G-gods!” Gale’s head shot up to meet his gaze, and the flush that deepened over his cheeks and down his neck was entirely erotic.

 

Astarion smirked, eyes lidding as he purred, “Is that what you wish, my pet? You want me to take your virginity? Be the first man you take inside your beautiful body? Fuck you hard into the mattress in our room until you’ve screamed your throat raw?”

 

“M-mystra-ryl!” Gale gasped, his thighs pressed hard together. Astarion could smell the spike of sweet arousal wafting up from between his thighs.

 

Astarion took a dramatic breath, “Oh? Someone’s getting wet…well, if my darling wizard wants to be plowed into the next tenday, who am I to deny him? But first…you need to be punished for tormenting me for fucking hours.”

 

“W-wha-” Gale’s words were cut off with a squeak as Astarion suddenly turned him around and bent him over a low wall. The wizard turned his head to gape at his lover in shock, “A-Astarion! Here?!”

 

Astarion moaned as he finally…finally allowed himself to touch Gale, sliding his hands over Gale’s exposed hips and sipping under the back skirt to grope his rear, “Don’t worry, I shan’t take you here…but if you act like a common whore, I will treat you like one. I’m going to get you ready to take my cock…right here…I’m going to wet you with my tongue and open you up with my fingers. You will cum like the little slut you’ve been embodying all day…and then, we will go back to the Elfsong, go to our room, and I will fuck you until you cannot take any more.”

 

Gale could only whimper pathetically as Astarion dropped to his knees behind him. Instead of pulling the skirt out of the way, Astarion ducked under it and was rewarded with the sight of Gale’s cunt…barely covered by the tiniest pair of panties he’d ever seen. They did nothing to cover Gale’s pussy, the fatty lips spilled out of the sides and the string was barely large enough to cover his slit.

 

Astarion greedily grasped handfuls of Gale’s lush arse and spread it open wide. Fuck, the sight exposed to him made his cock pulse from its position tucked in his waistband.

 

That little string barely covered Gale’s asshole, the cute little pucker all but winked at him, begging Astarion to tease it open with fingers and tongue.

 

So much to do…

 

So many wonderful things he wanted to expose his wizard to. All the filthy acts Astarion had once loathed…now suddenly enticed him to indulge.

 

And he would…

 

O,h he most certainly would enjoy taking his wizard apart piece by lovely piece…opening him up to a whole new world of pleasure they could safely navigate together…and he wouldn’t feel afraid…he wouldn’t feel disgusted or ashamed.

 

He would teach Gale all the things he learned, but he would do it right. Gale would never go through the pain and humiliation he did. Astarion would make certain of it.

 

But first…he had a pussy to eat.

 

Diving in, Astarion pulled the useless panties down to Gale’s knees before shoving his face right between his generous buttocks.

 

“HA! St-STAR!” Gale yelped, then suddenly clasped a hand over his mouth when he remembered they were still in public.

 

Astarion, however, did not give a flying fuck as he pressed open mouthed kisses along Gale’s soaked pussy lips. He moaned into the wet heat as his tongue eagerly pressed through the slit to tongue the inner folds and opening. His hands squeezed and kneaded the flesh of Gale’s arse, pressing his plump cheeks around his face as he slurped and sucked on Gale’s melty folds.

 

The muffled noises he was pulling out the of embarrassed wizard only spurred him on further.

 

Gods, Gale tasted like heaven…

 

Astarion drank down his delicious honey as it spilled freely from his hole. He moved farther down and brought the stubby little clit in his mouth. It was larger than most, but Astarion found it to be a good little mouthful and oh so fun to suck on.

 

It sat on his tongue so nicely as well.

 

He sucked on Gale’s little cock while one of his hands trailed in closer to the heated cunt. He easily pressed two fingers inside Gale and timed his thrusts with his suction. He could tell Gale was losing himself to the pleasure from the shaking of his thighs and the muffled gasps and cries he could pick up with his elven hearing.

 

Pulling off with an audible pop, Astarion trailed his tongue up through Gale’s slit again and lapped up the juices spilling out from around his fingers, “Gorgeous…absolutely gorgeous, Darling. Look at how beautifully you’re opening for me. You’re desperate, aren’t you?”

 

A muffled moan in reply.

 

“Yes you are…gods, you’re aching for me…you want my cock in here so badly, don’t you?” He spread his fingers, watching the pretty pink flower open up around them.

 

“A-astarion…p-please!”

 

“Please what, Darling?” He moved higher and swiped his tongue across Gale’s arsehole, eliciting a high pitched squeak out of his wizard.

 

“D-don’t tease me!” Gale whined pitifully.

 

Astarion chuckled and pressed a wet kiss right on Gale’s puckered furl, “But Darling…you’ve been teasing me all day.” His free hand moved further in and spread his rim open slightly. Astarion lapped wetly over his wizard’s tight arsehole, “You decided to be a naughty pup, and now I’ll discipline you as I see fit.” He punctuated that by spearing his tongue into Gale’s ass as his fingers continued plunging in and out of the wizard’s sweltering pussy.

 

“HA!!” Gale gasped, and Astarion could hear him clap his hands over his mouth this time. The strangled noises seemed to be getting harder for the wizard to control with every swipe of Astarion’s tongue.

 

Gods, how was it possible for Gale to taste good everywhere?!

 

Astarion moaned deeply as he ate out his lover’s arse, fingers curling against that spot inside his pussy that drove him crazy, all while his own erection strained against his trousers.

 

He had to be leaking against his undershirt, he knew he was!

 

But he couldn’t find it within himself to care as he kneeled with his tongue buried in Gale’s arsehole and his fingers slopping in and out of his cunt.

 

And it seemed Gale no longer cared about being in public…his voice growing louder as he begged incoherently. He wasn’t even sure the wizard was making actual words anymore.

 

Reluctantly, he pulled his tongue out of Gale’s hole and replaced it with his finger, pumping it gently in and out of Gale’s tight ass as he got to his feet and leaned over his wizard’s trembling form to growl in his ear.

 

“You’re getting nice and loose for me. My good pup is opening up his holes so I can finally give him the proper fucking he needs.”

 

“Star…” Gale whined, turning his head to peer at his lover, “P-please…w-want you…need you…gods, Star!”

 

“You shall have me…” Astarion smirked wickedly, “…if you do one thing for me.”

 

“Anything!” Gale pleaded, “Please! Anything, Star!”

 

“You’re going to cum for me…and then, you are going to take off those cute little panties and use them to get me off.” Astarion growled, “I’m going to cum inside them…and you’re going to wear them all the way back to the Inn.”

 

Gale went stiff, and for a moment Astarion wondered if he went too far too soon.

 

Then he saw the telltale shudder and felt Gale’s pussy clamp down.

 

“G-gods…th-that’s…”

 

“You can say no, love…if it’s too much-”

 

“I’ll do it…y-yes….I-I’ll w-wear them…” His ears were fully red, “Please! I-I’m so close! J-just a little more!”

 

Astarion relaxed, pressing a series of kisses along the exposed expanse of Gale’s back, “That’s my good boy…let go, Darling.” He alternated his fingers, fingering Gale’s holes faster…harder…trying to bring him over the edge as quick as he could.

 

He wouldn’t last long if he didn’t get Gale to cum soon. Just fingering his wizard’s tight wet holes was making him dangerously close to cumming in his pants.

 

And he was adamant about filling Gale’s panties with his cum and having the wizard wear them the entire walk back.

 

Just imagining how he would squirm and stagger about, trying to keep the fluids from trickling down his inner thighs.

 

He needed to see that…

 

He HAD to see it!

 

“Ah- HAH! STAR!! I-I’m I’M!” Gale squealed as Astarion felt his cunt seize up and hot liquid splashed down his palm and over his wrist.

 

Fuck…Gale was squirting!

 

Astarion almost dropped to his knees so he could catch the waterfall…but no…he had something better to do.

 

He pulled his fingers out of both holes and unlaced his trousers. His cock burst free, hard and pulsing from the hours of blue-balling. He gave it a few strokes as he growled, “Panties…NOW.”

 

Gale was still trembling from his orgasm, but his clever wizard had just enough sense left to stand up and turn around. But just as he started pulling the panties off, Astarion got an idea.

 

“Wait…I have a better idea. Pull them back up.”

 

Gale blinked in confusion, but complied, pulling the panties back in place.

 

Astarion closed the distance between them and pulled the robe’s front skirt to the side, “There we go, stay still love.” Astarion then pulled the front of Gale’s panties down and stuck his cock inside, sliding it right up against Gale’s still soaked slit.

 

“M-my…g-gods! Y-you’re insane!” Gale gasped as he stared down in wonder as Astarion fucked his cock in between his legs, the sight mesmerizing.

 

“You made me this way, love.” Astarion retorted as he grabbed Gale’s hips and forced their groins together. With the tightness of Gale’s thighs and the wet heat of his slit rubbing along the top of his cock, Astarion knew it wouldn’t take long for him to cum…painting Gale’s pussy, his thighs, and those damn panties in his seed.

 

Gale surged forward, wrapping his arms around Astarion’s shoulders as he smashed their mouths together in a heated kiss. They both moaned as tongues met and warred for dominance.

 

Astarion fucked his hips forward, smashing his hipbones into Gale’s as he ground his cock against the wizard’s vulva. If it felt this good just rubbing against Gale, how much better would it be when he was actually inside the wizard?

 

Astarion broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against Gale’s as he panted hard, hips canting forward with quick hard thrusts, “F-fuck Gale…so wet…so hot…”

 

“You feel so good Star!” Gale breathed against Astarion’s lips, his hands reaching up to stroke the elf’s ears, “C-cum on my pussy…p-please…I-I want to feel it. I want you to mark me, claim me!”

 

“Fuck!” Astarion hissed, hips stuttering as he gripped Gale’s hips tighter, “Gonna do it…gonna cover your cunt in my cum! Sh-SHIT!”

 

He all but exploded.

 

It felt endless, and he just knew Gale’s panties were a mess…

 

He rocked his hips into Gale’s, growling low in his throat as he rode out the last few spurts of cum. He slumped against Gale…chest heaving from exertion, but he wasn’t done…no…he needed to see.

 

Astarion straightened and leaned back, eyes firmly fixated on Gale’s groin as he slowly pulled his cock free. He moaned at the mess left behind. Gale’s vulva was dripping with cum, and his panties had caught the majority of the mess.

 

He reached down and pinched the straps of the panties, yanking them back into place.

 

He could smell their scents mingling…and Gale smelled claimed…he smelled like him.

 

“There we go…now,” Astarion purred, meeting Gale’s eyes and smirking when he saw the red flush and the pupils blown wide with lust. He paused as he watched Gale reach a hand to his crotch and felt the cum already soaking through his panties.

 

The wizard moaned aloud and brought a slick finger to his mouth, he sucked the mixed fluid off his finger, maintaining eye contact with Astarion as he did, causing the elf to once again feel a bolt of lust course through him at the display.

 

“Now…” Gale continued, “We go back…a-and…you’ll make love to me?” he squirmed, thighs pressing together as he grimaced at the sticky wet feeling between his legs, “I-if I’m a good boy…a-and wear these the whole way?”

 

Astarion swallowed…his mouth was too wet and his throat too dry, but he gave a sharp nod, “Yes…the whole way…you wear your cum-filled panties…and when we get back to the room, I’ll make love to you as you deserve it…in a way no one has ever loved you.”

 

Gale’s breath hitched, and he moved his skirt back in place, smoothing it down before coughing lightly, “W-well then…shall we?” He turned and began walking down the alley, his gait a bit stiff and awkward…most likely because he was trying to keep the fluids from spilling out.

 

Astarion watched him for a moment, tucking his hardening cock back in his trousers as he stalked after his lover like a starved predator.

 

“We shall…”

Chapter 3: First times are special

Summary:

Gale and Astarion finally have their first time thanks to the Wavemother's robe...and they learn some interesting new developments about their sexual dynamic.

They almost ran the entire way back to the Elfsong tavern. Well, Gale waddled very stiffly back while Astarion made sure he wasn’t leaking a trail of cum behind them. To be honest, it probably wasn’t a good idea to get so…messy...not when they had quite a long walk back to the room. They really shouldn’t be making those kinds of decisions while horny, because once the orgasm high wore off, the sex appeal dropped considerably.

 

Gale was clearly uncomfortable with the cold tacky feeling between his thighs the entire walk…but oh, his adorable little wizard was being such a good boy for him. It really inflated Astarion’s ego quite a bit.

 

And it also really didn’t help that Astarion could smell his own scent on Gale the entire time. It stoked something primal inside him that made him want to just shove the wizard against the nearest wall and take him hard against it.

 

But no…this was their first time together. Astarion wanted it to be nice…romantic even. Gale deserved that.

 

Now…the real question…should the robe stay on?

 

Astarion wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep Gale in that slutty thing or rip it off him, but ultimately…he decided that Gale should pick what he wanted to do. It was, after all, Gale’s first time having sex in the physical realm. This needed to be special.

 

They made it to the tavern and thankfully there weren’t many people around at this time of day. He leaned in close to Gale’s ear, “I’ll drop off the supplies with Shads…you go up to our room and decide how you want me to take you…you have 5 minutes.”

 

The whimper that leaked out of the wizard before him nearly had Astarion throwing the basket away and saying “Fuck it!” But no…this would be Gale’s show. He was entrusting Astarion with his virginity…well, his mortal plane virginity, but still. He would make sure this was pleasurable for Gale. So, with a teasing pat to the wizard’s rear, he sent him off to their room…gazing after him hungrily as he watched Gale’s hastily retreating form ascend the stairs.

 

Hm…would it really be so bad to just fuck the groceries and follow Gale up now?

 

He shook his head. No…this would be done right…and Gale would be cross if he didn’t deliver the supplies. Happy wizard, happy life after all!

 

“Did you get the supplies, then?”

 

He was broken from his thoughts by Shadowheart’s bored-sounding voice. The cleric gave him an amused smirk as she held out her hand expectantly to take the groceries. Astarion huffed and handed the basket over as he sniffed, “All accounted for…mostly. Gale was feeling tired so we ended the trip a bit early.”

 

“That so?” She hummed bemusedly, “Just tired, eh? Not…uncomfortable?”

 

He narrowed his eyes at her. Damn intuitive woman…always sticking her nose in things, “Nope…just tired. He’s heading up to our room for a nap, so do me a favor and tell everyone to fuck off for a few hours to let him sleep uninterrupted.”

 

“Just sleep?”

 

“That’s what I’m telling you.”

 

“But how accurate is that statement?”

 

“He will be sleeping…eventually.” He replied cooly, giving her his trademark shit-eating grin.

 

Shadowheart gave him an eyeroll, “I’ll tell everyone else to fuck off for a couple hours.” She slid the basket farther up her arm before giving him a stern look, “Make them count.”

 

Astarion smirked, even though he was genuinely touched by her support, “Why Darling, I didn’t think you to be charitable.”

 

“First times are special.” She stated softly, “And Gale deserves to have his be memorable…and uninterrupted.” Her eyes softened to match her voice, “Just…make it good for him.”

 

Astarion was taken aback at the sincerity in her voice, and normally he would reply with something sarcastic, biting, or wry…but being with Gale had softened him considerably…especially with topics concerning Gale. So, he gave her a sincere answer, “Gale is my treasure…he deserves nothing less than my very best, and I intend to give it to him.’

 

Her eyes widened ever so slightly, like she hadn’t expected that answer…but she quickly returned to her typical aloof expression and gave him a parting word before she left, “Try not to break him too badly…we still need for him to be able to move.” And with that, she sashayed away, leaving Astarion to balk after her in disbelief.

 

He felt like he should buy her a drink later…much later…because currently, he had a perfect little wizard waiting for him to devour.

 

 

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Astarion had expected many different things when he made it up to the room, but one of them was not Gale stifling sobs on their bed. Immediately, all of his arousal disappeared, and he nearly threw himself to kneel beside their bed, “Darling? Gale what’s wrong?!”

 

Big wet brown eyes stared at him, and to Astarion’s relief, Gale smiled and wiped away the stray tears on his cheeks, “I…nothing’s wrong…I just…I can’t believe we’re really…that you’re going to…t-to…”

 

The vampire relaxed and a soft smile grew on his face, “…make love to you?”

 

Gale nodded as a pink blush bloomed on his cheeks, “I thought you wouldn’t want to…that my attempt to woo you would be rejected. Or…I was being too pushy with your comfort. I know sex isn’t something easy for you…”

 

Astarion let out a rather undignified snort at the thought that he wouldn’t get turned on by Gale’s seduction attempts, “Well, Darling…consider me thoroughly seduced.” He stood up and sat beside his wizard on their bed, gently gripping his chin…running a thumb over the coarse little hairs of his beard before pulling him in for a sweet kiss. Gale melted easily against him, and Astarion felt the desire in his belly bloom once more.

 

“Now…have you figured out how you wish for me to devour you?” He purred against the wizard’s lips as they separated.

 

Gale’s face went even redder and he let out a near-silent whine, squirming a little on the bed, “I….I want you to do whatever you want to me…I trust you.”

 

“That wasn’t what I asked, Gale.”

 

“But it’s what I want.” He insisted, “I want you to use me. Do anything you want to me because…I…I really don’t know what I want aside from that.” He reached a hand out to gently settle it on Astarion’s thigh…something that was normal for them to do when having a moment…what wasn’t normal was the way Gale’s hand slowly slid inward towards his crotch.

 

Asatrion inhaled sharply, glancing down to watch Gale timidly inch his hand closer and closer to the front of his trousers. Oh…his wizard was quite bold today, indeed, “Really? You can think of nothing you wish for me to do to you?” He asked, reaching a hand down to cover Gale’s holding it against his thigh to stop the wizard from touching his groin. Gale seemed to take that the wrong way, so Astarion gave his hand a squeeze and leaned in closer, “Your wandering hand begs to differ, Love…are you certain you have no idea what you would like to do?”

 

Gale swallowed and Astarion watched his throat bob…fighting the urge to sink his fangs into it. Gale averted his eyes and mumbled, “I want…you to pick for me…please, Astarion…I can’t think…I don’t want to think anymore.”

 

“Ah…I believe I understand.” Astarion’s lips quirked up into a playful smirk as he pulled Gale’s hand to rest over his clothed cock, “You want to give up control…to turn off that beautiful, clever brain of yours and just feel good. Is that correct, my pet?”

 

“Yes…” Gale breathed, his hand trembled from where he felt his lover slowly hardening beneath it, “I…I want to just experience you…as you are…no fanfare, no performance. I want to know how Astarion Ancunin makes love.”

 

Gods, that statement had Astarion preening like a peacock. Noone had ever wanted that…His past partners had always wanted to make requests of him…tell him what to do and what they wanted from him. They wanted his experience…his tricks…his skills. Noone had ever wanted him…Gale was the first. If Gale had made requests of him, he wouldn’t bat an eye, because he loves the man. But it was such a Gale thing for him to want to experience Astarion as he is, rather than experience what he could do to him.

 

It would warm his heart if he weren’t undead.

 

“Alright, love…if it’s me you want…it’s me you shall have.” He leaned in once more and gave Gale a little peck on the nose, “Lay back, my sweet…” He chuckled at how eagerly the wizard moved to position himself on their bed, head against the pillow, and thighs already spreading.

 

Astarion settled himself between Gale’s thighs, and wrinkled his nose a bit when he saw the dried semen still covering his love’s inner thighs. Oh…yeah, as sexy as their little game had been, dried cum was neither sexy nor comfortable, and really, he wanted Gale to be comfortable, “Love, are you comfortable with your state down here? Do you want to clean up first? Or did you plan on staying all messy for me?”

 

Gale blinked, then gave a nervous little nod, “Yes um…I’d like to clean up a bit. You don’t mind? I…wasn’t sure if you wanted me to stay…messy…but it is rather…um…”

 

“Maybe another time, but not for our first. I want you to feel completely comfortable. Besides…” He smirked, pulling one of Gale’s legs up to expose him a bit more, “…I plan on making you even messier tonight. Go ahead and cast Prestidigitation on yourself.” He slid a hand over Gale’s bare knee, the bad one, and lifted it slowly, leaning in to press his lips against the skin there.

 

That brought another lovely flush out of the wizard, who barely squeaked out the words to the spell as he magicked away the mess from between his legs. Those big brown eyes blinked up at him, waiting for more instruction and Astarion couldn’t possibly hold himself back any longer.

 

“Good boy.” He purred as his hands slowly traced their way up Gale’s inner thighs, “Now then…Gale, I have a very important question for you…do you want the robe to be on or off when I fuck you?”

 

Gale whimpered softly, “O-on…please…at least to start…”

 

He nodded before leaning down to capture Gale’s lips in a kiss once more, drinking in the other man’s moans before he broke away and trailed feather-light kisses down his jaw and neck. He sucked a few light marks into Gale’s tanned skin and marked his way down over the wizard’s collar bone and over his gorgeous chest. The Wavemother’s robe framed Gale’s chest so beautifully, and Astarion couldn’t help but indulge.

 

He pressed his face in between the soft mounds, using both hands to squish Gale’s fatty pectorals around his face as he rubbed his nose against the soft hair covering each breast. These tits had tormented him all fucking day…he was going to take his time with them.

 

Unfortunately, the chains resting across Gale’s chest kept the robe in place and Gale’s tits covered. If he wanted to expose them, he would need to…

 

…

 

“Darling…would you be terribly cross with me if your lovely robe got damaged?” He asked.

 

Gale had closed his eyes, completely relaxed when Astarion had begun touching him, but the question made him look down at him with confusion, “Damaged?”

 

Astarion locked eyes and sucked another kiss right between Gale’s breasts, “If I promise to fix it later…can I rip your robe just a little?”

 

Gale balked, eyes opening wide at the suggestion…but…he nodded.

 

And Astarion took that as the go-ahead. He grabbed the edges of the robes and with one powerful yank he ripped the chains loose, exposing the wizard’s beautiful chest as the man beneath him gasped at the sudden feral act. But the vampire was far too preoccupied with the feast newly exposed to him, “There we are…got your tits on display for me now. Gods, you have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to do that all fucking day.” Greedily, he palmed Gale’s breasts and gave each firm tit a rough squeeze that had the wizard mewling.

 

“These should be on display somewhere,” Astarion moaned as his hands squished and massaged the fatty mounds, “, fucking perfect little tits you’ve got, love.” Astarion dipped his head down to suck a mark into the meat of the hairy flesh, just an inch shy of a perky pink nipple. Once he’d left his mark, he moved to take the hardened little bud in his mouth, giving it a gentle suck as his hands continued groping the wizard’s chest.

 

Gale squirmed underneath him, “A-Astarion…e-enough teasing!”

 

He pulled off with a lewd pop and gave Gale a little hum, “Oh? So, you’re allowed to tease me all day, but I can’t do the same?” Gale wilted a little at that, so Astarion followed up with a chuckle, “Don’t worry, pet, I’ll give you what you need…but a treasure such as yourself needs to be polished first, yes?” He didn’t waste any time before scooting down on the bed and trailing his hands down Gale’s abdominals until he reached his bare hips. He couldn’t help but moan as he finally…finally…gripped those luscious hips decorated by thin chains.

 

“You have no idea how much I wanted to just grab you by these and grind against your pretty little arse.” He punctuated that statement with a squeeze, enjoying the feel of the plush fat padding the wizard’s hips and thighs.

 

“I…” Gale gasped, face flushing, “I would have let you…gods, I would have let you do anything you wanted to me.”

 

“I know…” Astarion purred, his hands sliding down Gale’s upper thighs before moving inward along his inner thighs, gently coaxing Gale into spreading them wider, “Sweet little thing…so eager to please…you’re such a submissive little pup, aren’t you?”

 

Gale smiled, “W-woof.”

 

That caused the vampire to chortle in a rather unsexy way, “Fucking hells, Gale!”

 

“Too much?” The wizard giggled back.

 

“Any more silliness from you, and I might just fuck you a little too hard.” The vampire purred, “You’re seriously giving me cuteness aggression…almost feel like I need to walk away and stab something real quick before I plow you through this bed.”

 

His wizard’s face bloomed in the expected blush…but what came out of his mouth was highly unexpected, “You could stab me…er…w-with your cock…if you’re so inclined…”

 

And Astarion swore he could hear the cogs in his brain screech to a halt with that statement.

 

He stared at the fidgeting man beneath him…oh yes…he was going to stab him with his cock…repeatedly.

 

With a growl, he pulled the loincloth to the side and shoved his face between the wizard’s legs, forcing a surprised squeak out of the human. Pressing his mouth against those now-clean panties, Astarion inhaled the sweet musky scent of Gale’s cunt, moaning as he laved his tongue up the center of the clothed sex. Steadily, as he licked, the thin cloth became soaked with both Astarion’s spit and Gale’s arousal.

 

Astarion pulled away briefly to pull the panties to the side, keeping them on while exposing Gale’s soaked slit fully. Now without a barrier, Astarion was free to taste Gale’s honeyed cunt as much as he wished. He devoured his wizard ravenously, forcing little gasps and cries out of him as his hands kept the tanned legs open and pinned to the bed. He could stay between Gale’s thighs for an eternity…

 

…but that wasn’t the goal here.

 

Reluctantly, he pulled away, giving one final hard suck to Gale’s large prominent clit before sitting back on his heels, stripping off his doublet and tossing it carelessly to the floor along with his undertunic. He preened when he noticed Gale’s eyes on him…hungrily drinking in his form.

 

Some time ago, the thought that someone was gazing at him with such lustful eyes would have disgusted him…but with Gale, he felt like a god. An object of worship solely for the eyes of one devotee. It made his chest feel tight…in a good way, of course. “See something you like, dearest?”

 

Gale smiled sweetly, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips before he eagerly chirped, “Most definitely! You truly are a marvel, Astarion! I have no idea how someone as perfect as you would even choose to spend time with me like this.”

 

The vampire frowned at that, “Are you serious? Darling, why is it that the only one of us who can see his reflection doesn’t realize how gorgeous they are?”

 

“I’m alright, I suppose…” Gale shrugged, “But not like you…Gods, you’re…you’re angelic! Celestial in your radiance!”

 

Those words set every single nerve on fire with desire, but there was something more important to Astarion right now than being flattered. He reached a hand out and cupped Gale’s cheek, looking into those curious deep brown eyes, so full of love for him. Astarion’s gaze softened…and he felt his undead heart swell within him.

 

“If I am radiant…it’s only because I’m reflecting your light.”

 

The wizard’s eyes widened, and Astarion reveled in the crimson flush that deepened on his face. Gale turned away and murmured, “Y-you’re…e-exaggerating, surely.”

 

“Gale.” Astarion insisted, “It is baffling that a man with such impeccable taste completely dismisses his own beauty so callously.” He cupped Gale’s other cheek, forcing him to look him in the eyes, “You…are exquisite. You are addictive. You are perfect. And when you are at my side, we are incandescent. People were watching us today, did you notice? Granted, there were quite a few lustful gazes at your lovely figure in this ensemble, but when we go out together, there are always eyes on us.”

 

“On you, perhaps-”

 

“On…us…Gale.” He stated, “Many eyes follow me, to my disdain, but there are just as many on you.”

 

Gale shook his head, “You’re misunderstanding, certainly? They were probably all looking at you…highly rude, by the way.”

 

“No, Gale. They were obviously staring at you.” His eyes narrowed, “I’m always intuned to who’s eyes are on me, it’s a learned behavior that I cannot break. And every time we go out, I see lecherous eyes following you, my dear…not just me.” He tsked in annoyance, “Haven’t you ever wondered why sometimes I would pull you against me or kiss you suddenly when we’re in public?”

 

Gale blinked, then a look of realization dawned on him, “Are…are you confessing that you spontaneously kiss me to…stake your claim?!”

 

Astarion looked a tad sheepish at the phrasing, “Well…I suppose…yes. That’s…you’re not upset by that notion, are you?”

 

“Oh, far from it!” Gale giggled softly, “On the contrary…I think it’s adorable…and…a bit stimulating…”

 

“Oh?” Astarion purred through his grin, “Like it when I get all possessive? Do you want to be claimed by me, Gale?” His grin widened at the little whine that fell from his wizard’s mouth, “Oh, you do, don’t you? You want to be dominated and taken by your big strong vampire lover.” He trailed his fingers up and down Gale’s inner thighs, dipping closer and closer to the soaked cunt in the middle.

 

Astarion’s eyes fixed on that yummy core and he nearly moaned, “No wonder you practically begged me to take your virginity. You’re so desperate for an owner, little pup…how taxing it must be to remain chaste…untasted…all in hopes that your beloved would be the first to do so.”

 

“I…I….” Gale stuttered.

 

“Tell me I’m wrong, Darling.”

 

“You’re not…” Gale sheepishly answered, “I…was saving myself. Originally, for Mystra…I hoped one day she would want to…you know…be intimate outside the astral realm. And then I met you…now all I want is for you to be my first…my real first. And…my last.”

 

“Oh…Gale…” Astarion sighed softly, his cheeky grin fell into a fond smile, “I can’t thank you enough for trusting me like this. I promise…this will be the best sex anyone has gotten ever. The gods will be jealous of the fucking you’re about to receive!”

 

“Lovemaking, Astarion.” Gale offered, “We…I don’t want this to be fucking…we’re going to make love.”

 

A chuckle, and the vampire nodded in agreement, “Making love, then. Yes…I can do that.” It suddenly occurred to him, “I’ve…you know, I’ve never actually made love before. I suppose we’ll be each others’ firsts in that regard.”

 

Gale’s eyes sparkled as he beamed at Astarion, “Then, I am honored to make love with you, Astarion.”

 

“As am I…now let’s get something in you before we spend the night waxing poetics about each other.” He huffed playfully, sliding Gale’s panties down and off his legs before trailing his fingers in toward’s Gale’s pussy, tickling his fingers up and down the slippery slit before asking, “Spell some grease for me, Darling?”

 

“I’m already wet though.”

 

“Not enough for it to be painless.”

 

“I don’t mind a little pain.”

 

“Gale.” Astarion scolded, giving him a stern look, “This is not a discussion and that was not an option for you to choose. You entrusted your body to me, and I’m going to do this the way I know will feel the best for us both. Now…spell some grease.”

 

Gale gave a pout, but nodded and soon Astarion felt his hand coat in the thick viscous substance. With a smile, the vampire leaned in and placed another kiss on his wizard’s lips, “Good boy.” Now with his fingers slickened, Astarion could focus on opening his darling human up.

 

First, Astarion wiped his hand through the folds, coating them in grease before his dipped his oiled fingers through the plump lips. He made sure to coat Gale’s little cock first, getting the stiff length perfectly slippery before he prodded at the entrance with a fingertip. Gale was very wet, but the added grease let Astarion’s entire finger easily slide inside, “There we go…see? Isn’t that a much nicer feeling than just going in with minimal wetness?”

 

Gale was struggling to keep his eyes open, already panting like a heating mare, “W-would feel nicer if you put another in.”

 

“Impatient, are we?” The vampire hummed, but he did nudge in a second finger. He’d fingered Gale quite often, honestly…in both holes. He could probably put his cock in already…but he wanted to work up the wizard a bit…tease him…draw out his desperation until he was drooling all over himself and begging for cock like the little slut he embodied previously.

 

As he continued fingering Gale’s soft melty core, he undid the laces on his trousers, loosening them around his hips and shimmying them down to his thighs so his erection could pop out. It only took a moment, and a flamboyant show of dexterity, for Astarion to kick off his trousers until he was completely nude before Gale. He stroked himself slowly to full hardness as he added a third finger and began scissoring them…opening Gale a bit more. Gale could easily take him at this point, he was certain…but there was no harm in teasing him a bit more, right?

 

His fingers twisted, flexed, curled…he reveled in the feeling of Gale’s slippery, silky walls wrapped around his fingers. Gale’s insides always suctioned so perfectly to his fingers when he worked his beloved open like this.

 

He could only imagine how they would feel around his cock now…

 

“So perfect for me, Darling.” Astarion moaned as he worked his thumb in a circle around Gale’s hard little cock, “You’re going to feel so good around me…and I’ll feel wonderful stretching out your deeper parts.”

 

Gale whimpered and canted his hips down against Atsarion’s hand, “S-Star…love, please e-enough with the fingers! I want your cock!”

 

“And I want to keep fingering your delicious pussy.”

 

“Staaaaaar…” Gale whined, fixing the vampire with a pout before he whispered another spell and reached out to grip Astarion’s cock.

 

And oh…he’d cast grease on his hand again. Astarion bit the inside of his cheek to stifle a moan as Gale’s slick hand stroked up and down his rigid cock, coating the entirety of it with grease. He couldn’t suppress the moan when Gale began circling his thumb around the crown of his cock…the wizard knew full well how sensitive his tip was!

 

“Gods, Gale…Darling, your hand…it feels-”

 

“My pussy will feel so much better, Star.” Gale purred, pulling Astarion forward by the cock as he lifted his hips teasingly. The wizard whimpered as he ground himself down against Astarion’s fingers while trying to rub against the leaking tip of the vampire’s cock, “Please…I need you! I need you inside so badly, Astarion! I’ve saved myself…all this time…just for you.”

 

“Oh? Just for me?” Astarion tried his best to keep his voice even, but with Gale’s clever little fingers working his tip, that was becoming an increasingly harder task for him, “So eager to be taken, my pet…whatever should I do about that?”

 

“You could FUCK ME!” Gale shouted in baffled frustration, then immediately flushed and looked ashamed, “S-sorry…that was rude-” He squeaked when Astarion pulled his fingers out and grabbed his own cock, smacking it down a few times against Gale’s cunt as he scolded, “Well! I had no idea I would be dealing with such a brat tonight!”

 

Gale gave him another pout, squirming against his lover, but letting out a frustrated whine when Astarion still refused to fuck him.

 

“Eager little slut…I suppose I did tease you quite a bit.” He rubbed his tip through Gale’s hot slit, nudging it playfully against the stiff little clit standing up and twitching with arousal. Gale’s eyes darkened with lust as his face flushed further. Astarion gave  him a couple more playful slaps before he lined up his cock and prodded forward tentatively, “Ready to lose your innocence to your sexy vampire lover?”

 

Gale snorted at that, “Innocence? My love, we both know I’m far from innocent.”

 

“Gale, do you want me to fuck you or not?”

 

“Yes please…”

 

“Then play along, gods-damn it.”

 

Gale rolled his eyes fondly, “Astarion…my sweet, sensitive, beautiful vampiric lover who I would do anything for…will you please be the first and last man to take me?”

 

Ah…so…this is what being in love feels like?

 

Hearing Gale say that Astarion would be his first…and his last…it gave him so many wonderful feelings in his chest that he honestly didn’t know what to do with most of it at the moment. What he did know, however…was that he was going to make Gale scream his name loud enough for all of Baldur’s gate to hear.

 

“Darling…I thought you would never ask.” Astarion whispered as he leaned in close and captured Gale’s lips in a passionate kiss…moving his hips forward ever so gently at the same time to slowly penetrate Gale’s pliant pussy. He drank in the wizard’s initial cry, kissing him a bit more intensely to distract him from the initial discomfort of penetration. He’d never taken this much care with someone before…he was gentle for first timers, certainly, but he’d never kissed them to pull their focus elsewhere…never fingered them open to the point where the slide would be as easy as possible…never bothered with overusing lubricant so the movement would be quick and smooth.

 

Perhaps he regret that now…being so careless with the marks he manipulated to bring back for Cazador…but at least he could make Gale’s first the best he’s ever done in his 200 years of performing.

 

He pushed slowly…evenly…until his hips met Gale’s and he was fully sheathed inside the other man. He stilled himself and shifted ever so slightly to make sure they were both comfortably fitted together before he broke the kiss, “There we go…all inside now. How does it feel?”

 

Gale stared up at him, panting softly, his lips kiss-swollen and wet with saliva. He grinned dreamily and reached up to cup Astarion’s face, “Full…good…complete.” He wiggled his hips a little and gasped when he accidently pressed against a sensitive spot inside himself, “Gods, Astarion…you feel so good inside me…it’s even better than I dreamed!”

 

“Oh? Dream of my cock often, Dearest?” He laughed, though he was desperately trying to keep himself from cumming too early. Gale felt so much better than he thought…dangerously so.

 

“Would you hate me if I said I did?” Gale murmured, “When we messed around, I…I often fantasized about you just shoving it inside me and ravaging me hard and fast.”

 

A gasp and Astarion grunted, “Gale, I’m going to need you to stop talking for a while!”

 

Gale wilted, “I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean it like that.”

 

“No Darling, it’s not that…” He panted, ruby eyes nearly glowing with lust, “I’m on the verge of creaming inside you like a hormonal adolescent, and if you would like me to last, I need to calm down a bit.”

 

“O-oh…ok.” His sad look morphed into a timid little smile and he tried his best to stay very still as to not rile up the vampire even more, “I feel good then?”

 

Astarion huffed out a laugh, “Good? Darling, you’re so magnificent I’m not sure I’ve ever properly fucked someone before. Sex has never felt like this…”

 

“Really?” Gale’s eyes sparkled.

 

“Gale, please…I’m seconds away from showing you just how good your pussy feels, can you please not wiggle around so much?”

 

“Sorry! Sorry, Ceasing with the wiggling!”

 

Astarion puffed out a breath through his nose, “Good boy.” He leaned in and decided to use their time adjusting to coax Gale into a tender and slow make-out session. The wizard melted easily…becoming putty in Astarion’s hands as the vampire led him through a sloppy yet sensual series of kisses.

 

After a while, Astarion tested his hips, grinding forward into Gale and giving him very short and gentle thrusts to test the ease. Not only was it fairly easy to move, but Gale whimpered into his mouth with every tiny movement.

 

And if this is how he sounded with just some test thrusts…what would he sound like when Astarion really got going?

 

He just had to find out!

 

Pulling away from Gale’s luscious lips with a pop, Astarion grinned down at him, “Ready, darling?”

 

Gale nodded eagerly, “Yes! Please gods, yes!”

 

“So eager…so ready to give yourself wholly to me.” Astarion teased as he sat up and placed his hands on Gale’s hips, fingers toying with the chains as he slowly began pulling out…going until only the tip remained inside. He shifted a bit, making sure he had good leverage before he pushed back inside to the hilt, drawing a long breathy moan out of his sexy wizard. He let his cock sit inside him for a moment, letting Gale feel how deep he was…how full Astarion was making him.

 

“S-so…good…I never knew it could feel like…” Gale panted, giving his lover a needy stare, “Star please, more!”

 

More?

 

“Well, since you said please.” Astarion chuckled before he drew back out again and pressed in…starting up a slow and gentle rhythm that had him pulling almost the entire way out before burying himself balls deep. He grit his teeth at every full press inside, feeling his sensitive head prod the hard, pulsing ring of Gale’s cervix with every thrust. And with every gentle press, he coaxed out delightful noises from the wizard beneath him.

 

Soon, he picked up the pace, and the change from delicate whines to punched out cries was glorious!

 

Gale writhed beneath him, still trying his best to stay still, and failing quite spectacularly at it. He gasped, panted, and cried out every time Astarion bottomed out inside him, every time his womb was hit. Everything Gale had read about penetrative sex had told him he should not feel this good just from getting fucked…he thought that he would need his clit stroked to get off, but now he knew that if Astarion touched him there he would cum immediately.

 

He clutched at the sheets, scrambled wildly to claw at anything he could. Then, at a particularly delicious thrust, he yelped and sent both hands clasping at Astarion’s back, fingernails digging in painfully as he rode out the lightning shock of pleasure.

 

Astarion froze, eyes widening in shock and body going still. It took a moment for the fog of pleasure to clear from Gale’s eyes before he’d realized what he did, and when he did, he immediately pulled his hands away in horror, “I-I’m….shit Astarion I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to do that…it just felt so good I just…I just lost myself!”

 

Just as Gale pulled his hands away, Astarion grabbed one wrist, “Wait…” He led Gale’s hand back to his back, “Do it again.”

 

“A-are you sure? But I thought your back-”

 

“Just…” Astarion interrupted, “…just do it, Gale.”

 

The wizard gave him a tentative stare before he gently placed his hands back on Astarion’s back, fingers lightly touching the raised scars there. Astarion’s back was something he knew not to touch…not to stare at…he couldn’t believe that he’d actually grabbed him there! It just felt so good that he needed to grab something, but he should have had more control over-

 

“Scratch me.”

 

Gale’s eyes flashed open and his mouth dropped a little in shock, but Astarion’s eyes were bright…and filled with desire, “What?”

 

“You heard me, Gale.” Astarion nearly growled, “I want you to scratch me as I fuck you…be as rough as you like. I want my back to be unrecognizable when you’re done.” He didn’t even let Gale respond before he was back to pumping his hips…this time a lot harder than before, as if he were making a point.

 

Gale couldn’t stop himself from raking his nails down Astarion’s shoulders as he screamed, legs splaying open even wider as he hung on for dear life. There was still that nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him to not hurt Astarion…but the rest of him didn’t get the message. He clawed and scraped at the Vampire’s skin, leaving deep red lines everywhere, and slicing through the skin often.

 

With how sensitive and raised the old scars were, the feeling was intensified for Astarion and he found himself moaning wantonly as he fucked Gale even harder. He had no idea he would be getting off on the fact that he was making Gale feel so good, the wizard was subconsciously marking him in such a desperate way…over marks that he despised.

 

Its true…Astarion hated being touched on his back. He hated having the scars exposed, and Gale has been so good about not bringing attention to them. But when he felt those little kitten claws dig into his flesh…a flame ignited inside him, and he needed more! He wanted Gale to cover them up…cover Cazador’s mark with his own. There was no way Gale could scar him permanently, but it felt good knowing that even for a moment, he could feel like someone was scraping away his old master’s mark.

 

“I love you, I love you, gods I love you!” Gale babbled in between his moans and wails…in between the sloppy kisses to his neck and shoulder and the desperate rake of nails against his scars.

 

It was so perfect…so much better than anything he’s ever had.

 

Astarion pressed down against Gale, settling most of his weight on his wizard as he smacking their pelvic regions together roughly, grinding hard into Gale’s core and driving him head first into release. He could hear Gale getting close…those loud cried got higher in pitch and breathier as he whined and begged for more.

 

He wouldn’t last much longer either…not with the combination of burning pleasure-pain from his back, and pure euphoria around his cock. But he needed Gale to cum first…he had to bring him off first.

 

“A-Ast-starion!” Gale begged, mouthing at his ear and lighting up yet another sensitive pleasure point on the elf, “C-cum inside me…please! I-I need it! I want to feel it! R-right in my womb!”

 

FUCK!

 

He couldn’t win against that…he couldn’t fucking win!

 

With a strangled moan, Astarion fucked his hips forward a few more times, pounding Gale’s deepest part before he buried himself balls deep and released…first…before Gale. The shame from being the first to cum was nearly dwarfed by the euphoria of feeling Gale squeezing hard around him while still digging his claws into his flesh.

 

“O-oh GODS!” Gale screamed, and Astarion felt warm wetness around his hips while Gale’s insides fluttered and pulsed with his orgasm.

 

It occurred to Astarion vaguely…that Gale came from the feeling of being filled up…

 

…he filed that away for later and collapsed against Gale, listening to the wizard as he heaved for air, his body slick with sweat, and the scale armor of the Wavemother robe quickly became irritating. As sexy as he looked in the robe, Astarion longed to feel Gale’s bare skin against him.

 

For now…they rested…breathing in each others air…basking in their shared essence.

 

Gale’s arms were draped over his shoulders…his fingers absently stroking across the marks he’d made. After a while, the wizard whispered, “That was…fuck…”

 

Astarion smirked against Gale’s neck, giving him a little smooch before purring, “Well, glad to know I fucked the lexicon right out of you.”

 

“Huuuungha….” Gale eloquently replied, nuzzling his nose against the base of Astarion’s ear.

 

“Truly, the highest praise I could receive.”

 

“Oh, ssssod off….” Gale moaned, mouthing at Astarion’s ear and making a pleased hum when he felt the long shaft twitch under his lips.

 

“Mmm, careful Darling,” Astarion warned, trying to keep the tremble out of his voice, “Keep doing that and you’ll start something you won’t be able to finish.” His words died in his throat when he felt blunt human teeth gently gnaw their way up to the tip of his pointed ear. He could feel his body already reacting…his cock twitched deep within Gale.

 

“D-darling…I’m serious. That’s-HN!” He inhaled sharply when Gale pressed himself closer and took the tip between his lips, giving it a gentle suck as his hips ground up against Astarion’s. His hips canted forward, cock already rock hard once more inside the wizard, and he felt the urge to just rut like a dog, “Gale stop! I can’t hold myself back!”

 

Lips pulled away from his ear and he felt Gale’s hot breath tickle the spit-slickened tip as he panted into it, “Then don’t…give me more.”

 

Astarion pulled back to gawk at Gale, “A-are you serious?! You’ve never gone more than one round before.”

 

Gale suddenly looked a bit self-conscious, averting his eyes with a flush, “Im…sorry, I just…” He began pulling his hands back, “If you don’t want to go again it’s fine…I just…”

 

“Do you want to go again?!” Astarion questioned.

 

“I don’t need to…”

 

“But…you want to?”

 

Gale gave a shy nod, wiggling his hips a little, “Apologies, I’m being selfish, I’m sorry. I can just…I can take care of it by myself if needed. You don’t need to push yourself to do more, it’s not an issue. I’m thoroughly satisfied…I’m sorry I’m being so greedy-”

 

“NO! Darling no, it’s alright.” Astarion quickly tried to stop Gale’s current thought process, “I will absolutely go again if you wish…hells, I’ll fuck you as many times as you wish tonight. I just…I didn’t think you would be this…” He pursed his lips, searching for the correct word.

 

“Wanton?” Gale supplied, smiling sheepishly beneath him.

 

“I was looking for a more flattering term, but more or less, yes. I was expecting a one and done deal. I had no idea you would be so receptive!” He also hadn’t accounted for how easily his own body was ready to go again. Yet another thing that made Gale so special to him, “In fact…I surprised myself as well…I find myself wishing to keep ravishing you well into the evening, gods, I know you can feel how hard I am already…so soon after filling you up.”

 

Gale giggled, “I can…I love it.” He sighed, clenching intentionally around the vampire to feel him even better, “I want to stay like this forever…just a warm sheath for you to use over and over whenever you want. I…I’ve always fantasized about it…um…being used by you…a-and…sometimes you would use me and…and I wouldn’t even get to cum at all…j-just kept on edge until you decided to force it out of me.”

 

“Darling, while you certainly gave me some ideas just now…I wouldn’t want to do this if you weren’t getting just as much pleasure from it.”

 

Gale took on a serious look, “Did I say that I wouldn’t get pleasure from that?” His eyes narrowed firmly, “When we made love just now…my own orgasm was the furthest thing from my mind. Did you even notice that I didn’t even need your hand on my cock to cum? I felt you cumming inside me, and it was enough to push me over. Your pleasure is directly linked to my own.”

 

“I…” Astarion paused…replaying their climax. Initially, he felt bad about being the first to reach his peak…but then he remembered how beautifully Gale begged, how he cried out in absolute insurmountable ecstasy without being touched once…just from getting fucked. How his climax happened the moment he felt Astarion reach his own.

 

The vampire blinked in realization, “Oh fuck…you’re serious. You…you get off on my pleasure.”

 

Gale smiled and nodded eagerly, “I do…I really…really do, Astarion.”

 

…

 

“Gale…that is easily the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me…ever.” Astarion grinned, already pressing his hips forward once more to start up round 2. For 200 years…his pleasure was never a necessity…often times it didn’t even qualify as an afterthought. He’d come into this prepared for Gale’s pleasure to be the priority…and instead, Gale prioritized him and found release by causing Astarion to reach his.

 

Gods, he was tearing up over it…stupid, sexy, thoughtful Gale.

 

“Well, Darling,” Astarion cleared his throat, “Since you’ve given me your enthusiastic consent…I believe we still have a little time before the others barge in…so until then, I’ll be having my way with you.” He grinned before sitting up for a moment and grasping the robe, “But first…this blasted thing is coming off. I want to drink in every single inch of your skin this time.”

 

Gale’s flush spread nearly all the way down his chest, and when Astarion peeled the robe from him and tossed it aside, he worshiped the bloom of pink with his teeth and tongue.

 

When he started up his pounding again, this time much rougher, Gale had resumed nipping and sucking on his ears, alternating between them every so often…all the while his nails continued making love-markings against his back.

 

And fuck he really needed to get Shadowheart something special for giving them extra time.

Notes:

AHEM...if uh...if you guys noticed...I updated the chapter count...I just...I have some ideas and I wanted to keep this open for if I get inspired. Not sure WHEN I'll update again, but if anyone has something they're just dying to see with these two, I'd be open to revisting this again. As of right now, my other two fics will take priority, and I will be dropping a brand new AU soon! I have 3 that I'm currently working on right now, I just need to figure out which one I want to post first.

Fox-Astarion and Rabbit-Gale
Omegaverse au
and one where Gale needs to consumes dicks in his ass as well as magical items...this one is obviously just a stupid crack idea.

IDK, I welcome suggestions XD ANYWAYS, thanks for reading as always and I hope everyone enjoyed.