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You stare down at your phone.

It's no surprise I have a practiced tongue.

I have a practiced tongue.

Practiced tongue.

Gale fucking Dekarios is the most unhinged man you've ever met and this message proves it. You're unblinking, sitting upright in your bed as you re-read his late night text over and over again, body slowly simmering at the implications behind his words—you were discussing ancient spells for Shar's sake, the kind that are far too difficult for your students to pronounce but produce the most powerful magic by far and almost second nature at this point after years in practice.

After minutes more of sitting and contemplating a reply, you decide to leave Gale be and think perhaps a good dose of embarrassment might do him well, placing your phone down and rolling over for a fitful nights sleep—plagued with dreams of the handsome bearded professor between your thighs.

Shit.

**

As it turns out, embarassment doesn't seem to be a word that exists in Gale's vocabulary. The man is actually very, very smug when you see him the next morning and when his hand lingers a little too long at your back as he presses your morning coffee into your hands, you swear you see him hiding a laugh as he leaves to prepare for the first class of the day. One that you're going to have to join him in teaching.

Isn't it cool that this godsforsaken school decided two magic professors was a necessity? So cool.

"Good morning, soldier." Karlach sidles up to you as you leave the teacher's lounge, throwing an arm over your shoulder, her usual morning glee stopping short when she sees the look on your face, whistle dropping from between her lips to hang loose on the multi-coloured lanyard around her neck. "Or, bad morning? What's got you all grumpy so early in the day?"

Astarion materialises on your opposite side, his arms wrapped around a box clinking with empty glass vials and beakers. "Professor Dekarios sent her a dirty text."

Your eyes fly over to your vampire friend, mouth agape. "How the fuck do you know about that?"

"Darling, I know everything." The white-haired man chuckles, throwing a wink your way before he nudges you with an elbow. "Lae'zel told me."

"Why in the hells does Lae'zel know?" You just about screech, thankfully before the excitable group of students enter the hallway in front of you—so you add in a much lower volume, "are you telling me that everyone knows Gale and I have been texting?"

"I hate to break it to you," Karlach gives you a friendly squeeze, her brown eyes sympathetic, "but I'm pretty sure it's more along the lines of 'everyone knows the magic professors are inches away from banging at all times'."

Gods, if everyone knows does that mean the students know? Does Gale know? Has your totally innocent, not at all obvious flirting really made it all the way to his ears? Is that why he sent you that stupid message?

Is he laughing at you because he thinks it's pathetic?

You flare with wild heat and you know your whole face is burning red, so you counter with something stupid. "Okay, so we're inches away, but is anyone aware of the two of you actually fucking behind the gym that one time?"

"First of all it wasn't fucking it was fingering, dearest—huge difference." Astarion oh-so-helpfully points out. "And if you want so badly for me to help you rub one out, all you have to do is ask."

"Holy shit. Shut up." You snap, stopping in your tracks and pointing toward the hallway that you need to divert to. "I'm this way."

With a cheeky wave from Karlach and a wink from Astarion, your disgusting friends leave you.

"Fuck." You mumble to yourself, lifting your mug of coffee to your lips and downing a few hearty gulps before pushing through the wibbly blue barrier serving as a door to the classroom.

There's a couple of students giving you wary looks as you enter—you know you must look all sorts of frazzled—but the worst part is Gale himself. The wizard actually has the gall to look concerned as he pushes his thin-rimmed glasses further up his nose and watches you approach your shared desk at the front of the room.

"Good morning miss." Some of the braver ones greet you as you pass and you muster a smile just for their efforts, doing your utmost to avoid eye-contact with the stunningly handsome professor who is basically burning a hole in the side of your face as you place down your books and clear your throat.

"Are you okay?" Gale slides into place beside you, concern clear on his face even without you looking at him directly. Of course he's confused, you were only shy and embarrassed when he saw you fifteen minutes ago—right now you probably look like you've been infected with a fucking mindflayer parasite. "You look a bit ill—is the coffee that bad?"

"Gods, no, Gale—" You fluster, sparing the man beside you a glance and immediately picturing those slightly pouted lips on very intimate places. "I'm fine, I'll be fine, let's just... I don't know, crack on."

Gale looks particularly unconvinced but, thankfully, seems to acquiesce and turns to the class to start up the day properly, calling for the students who are straggling in late to hurry themselves up before he begins the first lecture of what you know is going to be a really, really long day.

**

Two magic professors might've seemed overkill in the beginning—but the students who take your's and Gale's class are, proudly, some of the most successful students in the school. You won't pretend it's because you're an excellent, all-round brilliant teacher, but there's just something about the way you work alongside Gale—magical, Astarion might say while he wiggles his eyebrows.

As the classes progress the wizard makes it easy to forget about the events that led you on your earlier downward spiral, instead falling into an enjoyable, vaguely flirtatious rhythm as the two of you pull the weave under command, the intimate space between you amplified by the pull of soft magic—only the sound of students awe interrupting the gentle flow of energy between you. Gale's hand will touch yours as you conjure light in your palm, his fingers lingering and leaving your skin tingly as he steals it from you and takes it about the room to instruct the class—his brown eyes will meet yours as a particularly uncoordinated student manages to hold their spell a few minutes before it splutters out of existence, the glow of pride in his expression blooming rich warmth in your chest, a feeling that spreads hot all throughout your body when you realise you're staring straight back and paying no mind to the questions hurtled your way.

Okay, so maybe you've been nursing a little crush on the wizard, it's only been a few months tops... Perhaps it's been a year... Maybe even three years, six months and twelve days. Tops. It's those stupid puppy-dog eyes and coy smile and lovely long brown hair and broad shoulders and just Gale fucking Dekarios. Gods, you feel like a schoolgirl sometimes.

It's easy to ignore the slow simmer of feelings and imagination and the ensuing arousal after said imagination runs a little too wild in the safety of the classroom—but it's much harder when you're alone with him in your shared office and there's no escape. Sure, you've been in here alone with him plenty, sharing tea and sandwiches and whatever leftovers from your respective dinners the night before, but this time the air around the two of you feels charged—and in the back of your head you keep hearing it:

Practiced tongue. Practiced tongue. Practiced tongue.

"I'm really sorry about the text!" Gale blurts very suddenly. He's standing at the window farthest away from you, facing you with this wide-eyed expression that has you tensing and bracing yourself against your armchair as you stare back at him. "That's what all this is about, isn't it?"

"Gale—I mean, yeah, I'm sorry, I—" Practiced tongue. Practiced tongue. He runs that fucking so-called practiced tongue over his bottom lip and you break. "Honestly, what did you even mean by that? Practiced how? I can't stop fucking thinking about it!"

Oh, his whole face colours a delicious scarlet.

"I... I suppose it meant..." He places a hand on the back of his desk chair, eyes boring into your face. "Well, it meant exactly what you're thinking. If you're thinking what I think you're thinking."

"Oak Father guide me—" You press your fingers to your temples, still arched back in your armchair, cheeks flaming. "You do realise the implication is that you're some pussy-eating master, right? And you're just giving me this information."

Gale's definitely just as red as you feel, his lovely tanned skin is blooming a delightful shade of crimson, his mouth opening around nothing. He's absolutely trying to think of something smart to say. "So what if I am?"

Ah, truly enlightening.

He's being blatantly honest and you're a little taken aback. Has all this stupid flirting really amounted to something?

"By the hand of Mystra." Gale slides one hand over his face, eyes closing a moment. "You're really going to make me spell it out, aren't you?"

You nod. "Probably."

"Right." The wizard takes a deep breath, looks you dead in the eyes, and speaks his truth. "I would very much like to use this practiced tongue on you. On your pussy, in particular, but I'm very open to other areas—because if you haven't noticed I happen to like you a lot. More than a lot, actually."

Oh...

Oh.

Did the word 'pussy' just come out of Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep's mouth? The realisation hits you harder than a wayward witch-bolt, striking dead in your chest and holding you still for a few moments in the armchair before you reboot and start normal function again.

You stand and cross the space between the two of you in a movement you'd allow yourself to pretend was fluid but in reality probably looked like a owlbear tripping over it's own feet, sidling around the wizard's desk and getting your fingers around the collar folds of his perfect, utterly ridiculous purple waistcoat. He looks gobsmacked a moment, but his hands lift and he cups your cheeks just as you're closing the gap and kissing him hard on his smug little mouth.

By the fucking Dark Lady—if you'd known that kissing Gale felt this good you'd have started doing it a long, long time ago. The man holds you to him, dipping his body down to get at you more—his hands slipping from your face to your biceps to around your back where his fingers claw at your shoulderblades. You curl your arms up around his neck and your bodies press flush together, your moan muffles against his mouth and he inhales—sharp and hungry. His beard tickles as the kiss deepens, his head tilting further to one side so he can seal your mouths together just that little more intimately, and you thread your fingers through his lovely long hair as he stumbles closer into your space until you feel the backs of your thighs hit against his desk.

Gale doesn't stop caging in on you even when you've got nowhere else to go, leaning over and bending you backward as you continue familiarise yourself with the shape of his lips, and you hear things clattering as they fall to the floor—papers, pens, maybe even his laptop, but you'll worry about fixing that later. You slide onto the now empty desktop and the wizard crowds you, standing comfortably between your thighs as you bend your legs around him and draw him even closer. He drags his tongue across the shape of your bottom lip as he brings his palms back to your face, cupping your jaw and cheek in hand as he breaks the kiss enough to nudge your mouth open with his own.

The whimper that slips from you would be embarrassing if Gale wasn't so adept at distracting you—his stupid practiced tongue invading your mouth, the tip tracing every last wet inch, tasting, teasing—your hands rest very timidly at the waistband of his trousers, the leather of his belt smooth beneath your thumbs.

"Gods, can I—" The wizard's fingertips dip beneath the collar of your shirt, tugging the clothing away from your skin just a little, both your breathing ragged as he comes back in for kisses between words, “Mmm—can I touch you?" Another kiss, his other hand around the back of your neck.

"Yes." You nod, your own fingers lifting back up to grab haphazardly at his waistcoat collar again and nuzzle yourself further into Gale's space. "Please."

There's like... Half an hour left for lunch. How out of control could this possibly get?

The wizard goes straight for your tits. Of course. His big palms cover you over your clothes and you keen into the touch—placing your hands over his and breaking away from him just to get a peek at his face. You're not at all prepared for his flushed cheeks, his dark eyes and kiss-swollen lips, you're not prepared for how intensely it makes your stomach swoop and arousal fizzle through your body. Fuck, he's gorgeous, you're swooning.

"Will you let me show you?" Gale rasps, squeezing your chest, rubbing his thumbs over the rise of your breasts, and even through the layers your nipples tighten and ache for more attention.

"Show me what?" You gasp as the wizard tilts his head back down toward yours, his mouth open, teasing, not kissing you but letting his breath fan hot across your face.

His dark gaze flickers down purposefully, then trails back up the length of you, a sly, wicked smile curling at one side of his mouth.

"Ah." You hum, heat flaming in your face. "Your practiced tongue."

"My practiced tongue." Gale nods and seals his lips to yours for another eager kiss, whispering, "I take it that's a yes?"

"Mmhmm..." You hum, biting his lip as he pulls away again, smiling at the wounded, excited sound he makes, his hands fall to your hips and squeeze. "How do you want me?"

"Whatever's most comfortable for you." He steps back and out of your space to allow you the room to move.

You stand up, brushing past the lovely man coyly as you choose your place. Sure, the desk would be easiest—bend over and let Gale eat you out from behind—but there's a filthy little picture in your mind, one where your legs are spread wide and your fingers are tangled in the wizard's long brown hair, so you decide to saunter back over toward your armchair. You undo your pants as you go, pushing them down your legs and stopping just shy of the chair to bend down and remove your shoes, smiling to yourself at the sound of the man behind you trying to muffle whatever expletives are rushing to spill from his mouth.

When your legs are properly bare, you turn and sit yourself down in the armchair, knees spreading just a little as invitation, your panties still covering you and thankfully concealing you because you know you must be ridiculously wet underneath.

"You really have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" Gale says as he unbuttons his shirt sleeves and begins neatly rolling the soft blue cotton up to his elbows, your eyes dropping to the lovely tanned skin each fold reveals.

"Right. Just like you have no idea how handsome you are." You finally drag your gaze back upward, blinking slowly at the wizard's charming smile as he bends, resting his hands on the armrests of the chair and dipping his head close to yours.

"Very high praise, indeed." He says, tilting his head and kissing you soundly once more. You melt into the armchair, hands held delicately in your lap as you return his gentle kiss, biting your lip in anticipation when he pulls away and lowers down onto his knees, all while keeping eye contact with you. And then he groans and his sexy illusion is shattered. "Oak Father preserve me, give me a cushion, would you?"

You laugh and arch your back to dig out a pillow, pressing it into his hand. "Gods, you're old." You lean back in the chair, watching the man before you settle into what you hope is comfortable on his creaky knees—your breath catching as he simultaneously brings his hands up to the waistband of your panties and leans down to kiss at your bare thigh.

You lift your hips just a bit as he tugs the underwear down your legs and all the way off, neatly placing the material down on the floor beside him as he then curls his fingers under your knees and lifts your legs up and open, propping your calves on the armrests of the chair and effectively exposing your most intimate place to the room.

The two of you really shouldn't be doing this on school property. Thank every god this office is protected by no less than three separate security charms.

"Ah." He flusters just a little, running his tongue over his bottom lip, dark eyes fixated on your pussy and in turn making you feel very shy, your muscles tensing as you automatically begin to close your legs again, but Gale's hands stop you. "Don't you dare hide yourself away from me. There's no backing out now."

You chew at your bottom lip, vaguely nodding your head as you force yourself to relax into the chair.

The wizard's breath fans hot over your wet sex, but right before his mouth touches you he pauses again. "I didn't mean that literally, by the way. You can back out of this whenever you'd like, I promise I'll only be a little wounded—"

"Gale?" You interrupt through a chuckle, your whole body going limp as the tension drains from you. "I'm beginning to think you're all talk and no game."

Ah, it seems you've forgotten that Gale's the competitive type. The man smiles, the earnest look on his face melting into an expression one can only call diabolical—his smirk disappearing from sight as you watch him lean all the way in, part his lips and drag his tongue up the length of your pussy—entrance to clit. You grip the arms of the chair, a startled moan bubbling from your throat before you can even think about stifling it.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?" He quips before leaning in and laving his tongue along you once again. You think you pulse, your pussy preening for attention, and the lovely long-haired man before you gives a shaky exhale. "Gods, you're so... You're so pretty."

In any other case you'd take the word as shallow praise, but the cadence, the depth in which the word rumbles from the talented professor has you turning to goo in the chair, your legs falling open even further. Gale leans in and watches you with dark eyes as his lips part and he presses the very tip of his tongue to your entrance, just licking in slow circles against your fluttering hole, watching you squirm at his teasing.

Your eyes roll back and you moan, long and low, toes curling. Your pussy is getting wetter—you can hear it when the wizard dips down closer, his fingertips spreading your lower lips apart so he can kiss the place his tongue was. His mouth is hot and insistent against your hole—his tongue passing over it again and again after he's thoroughly kissed it, and you pulse again, definitely spilling more needy juices out as your pussy aches for more.

The little shit is totally ignoring your clit too, sick son of a bit—

"Fuck." Your stuttered cry of surprise interrupts your frustrations as Gale finally slides upward and flicks his tongue over your clit, your whole body twitching in response to the sudden stimulation on your most sensitive place. He slides his hands from where he's been holding you open to curl them around your calves and move your legs up over his shoulders—dark eyes flicking up at you over your belly as your thighs bracket his face. "Oh, gods..."

The handsome man below keeps direct eye contact as he lets his mouth hang open and you watch his tongue shift hungrily at your clit, your toes curling as you shove a hand against your mouth to stifle your sounds. The wizard doesn't like that, it seems, and he lifts his head a little to speak in a voice rough with desire, "absolutely not. Hands on the armrests or in my hair, beautiful. I want to hear every last noise spill from those perfect lips."

And with that demand still hanging heavy in the air, he descends and begins to fucking devour your pussy—his lips and that godsdamned tongue working fast and thorough. You can feel slick and saliva slowly trickling down over your skin, your cunt clenching around nothing at the barrage of intense stimulation.

"Oh, by the light of Selûne, that feels so fucking good, baby—" You whimper, your heels digging into Gale's back as he sucks hard at your clit, his eyes creasing into half-moons as he watches you squirm under his ministrations.

The handsome professor pulls off from your sex with a slick sound, and his beard glistens in the bright light that streams through the windows. "You taste divine, sweetheart. Can I put some fingers inside you?" He asks so sweetly, dropping a few gentle kisses to your little swollen bud, making you flinch with each touch of his lips. "I need to play with this perfect pussy, darling, please—"

Gods, how can he just say shit like that? Practiced fucking tongue, perfect fucking pussy... Unbelievable.

You nod your head and almost immediately feel Gale's collecting the slick and pressing it back inside you with a finger. You flutter around him, your eyes rolling back as the wizard thrusts his digit in and out slowly and leans back down to mouth at your clit again, you reward him by reaching down and taking fistfuls of his beautiful long hair.

He likes that—your fingers curling at his scalp and urging his mouth down on you harder. Gale's fingers push in and out faster, he adds a second in no time and you feel heat swirl fast down your spine. Holy shit, he looks good like this. Hair a tangled mess around your knuckles, eyes closed and eyebrows creased in concentration as he tongues your clit and sucks the lips of your pussy while he fucks two fingers deep inside you. You'll cum like this—you can feel the pressure building.

"Can you fuck me?" You moan, looking down at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "When I cum... Can you—mmhhmm—can you put your cock in me? Please?" You clench around his fingers, groaning as Gale whines and the vibrations of it reverberate through your nerve endings.

"Gods, yes, yes..." The wizard hums against your sex and your stomach tenses, his fingers maintaining a perfect, practiced pace as he goes back to licking your clit, lapping his tongue over it like a man dying of dehydration.

Your thighs clench tighter around his head and your hips start to rock back on their own accord, your body driven by pleasure, longing for release... You open your mouth and cry out. "I'm—fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm cominggggg—" It happens fast, hard, blinding. You tip your head back against the chair, eyes closing as the waves of your ecstasy begin to wash over you, Gale's fingers still working inside you even as he pulls off your clit and shoulders his way out from underneath your legs.

Your knees fall open and the professor removes his digits—you hear clothes shuffle, the clink of a belt and the sound of him spitting and then feel the blunt head of his cock nudging at your pulsing entrance, getting little resistance as he presses inside you, your walls gripping around the intrusion—welcoming him inside to enjoy the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Oh, fuck." You've never heard Gale Dekarios curse before. He's always so straight-laced in front of the students and it's vague innuendo only when it comes to after-work drinks down at the Waning Moon—so the sound of the dirty word, torn ragged and wounded from his wet lips has you absolutely feral beneath him.

"Nnngh... Yes, yes, please—" You're a woman starved, reaching forward to grip at his shirt, pull him over you and stretch your neck up for a filthy kiss, gasping against his mouth. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Gale, fuck me."

So your beloved wizard does. He grips the back of the chair and uses the leverage to pound his cock into you, the shape of it stamping deep, filling you full—you suck your own juices off his tongue and curl your legs around his hips, pulling him even closer. He won't last long—you know you probably feel totally divine around his dick, fluttering and soaked and rocking your hips in tandem with his desperate thrusts, but it doesn't matter. You've been waiting far too long to worry about how much time this is going to carry on for... The man has made you cum so spectacularly with his mouth, and you want to milk him dry in your cunt.

"You... Ah, it feels too good, my love—" Gale is breathless. The chair scrapes along the floor with how hard he's gripping it, the motion of the damn piece of furniture propelling you down harder onto his shaft, your pussy squelching as his hips collide with your ass. You had no idea he could fuck like this. "I'm already close—I'm going to cum in this, gods, this perfect pussy."

You keen, cupping his cheeks in both hands as you stare up at him, his hair a mess about his face, sweat beading across his temples. He's a fucking vision—Mystra, Selûne, Silvanus—not a single one of their magical creations could compare to the wonder you are witnessing before you. "Cum inside me." You tell him in a whisper, clenching down around him. "Flood me with your cum, Gale, fucking cum for me."

He gets in about three more thrusts before he's melting into you, his hips stuttering as he fills you with his seed, a gorgeous, wrecked sound spilling from his parted lips. You moan and clutch at him, bunching his ruined clothes up in your fists and bringing him down for another heated kiss—but all you do is gasp against each other's mouth, stealing one another's air. Gale rocks into you a few more times, sealing the two of you together as he brings up a hand and cups your cheek, tilting your head back and actually kissing you properly—sweetly, with adoration that soaks down into bone.

"Why... In the hells have we not been doing this the whole godsdamned time?" Gale chuckles, pulling away but peppering gentle kisses all over your face as if he'd not just fucked the life out of you.

"Beats me." You hum, knowing that this softness will only last a few more minutes until both your bodies start screaming in pain at this terrible position you've ended up in. Gale's knees will likely never be the same again. "Should've told me about your practiced tongue much sooner."

"Ah, so it's my fault then?" The wizard smooths the backs of his fingers along your jaw and smiles, slowly detaching himself from you—and sure enough, the blissed out expression melts to one of pain and he groans. "Oh, gods, this was not the most calculated idea."

"You're such an old man." You tease again much as you had earlier, but find yourself grunting with the same achy pain as you attempt to right your position in the chair, your back screaming from being slumped over for so long. "Then again..."

Gale laughs, the sound pure music to your ears, and he stops in the middle of righting himself to lean over and take your face in his hands again and drag you to his mouth for another kiss.

You clutch at the front of his shirt, leaning into him, humming happily against his lips as you return his kiss—the two of you sweaty and spent but oh-so-satisfied.

"Next time I'll take it slow... Undress you properly, explore every last inch of this beautiful body, kiss all of you..." The professor smiles as he pulls away, his voice low, pregnant with promise. "Preferably on a bed."

"Hmm..." You bite your lip, unable to hide your joy. "I'd like that. Chairs and offices are a bit too—"

You're cut off by the sound of the bell tolling—signaling the end of the lunch break and the start of a new class. A class the two of you are supposed to be teaching and yet here you are still a mess, dripping cum and thinking about the next time you'll be spreading your legs for Gale fucking Dekarios.

You both look toward the magic portal door to your office and then back at each other, wide-eyed and panicked.

"Shit."

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By the hand of Mystra—Gale's in a fucking turtleneck.

You could count on one hand how many times you've seen Professor Dekarios out of his work attire. His usual button up and waistcoat traded for tight black, his waist trim and behind looking sinfully shapely in the equally as fitted slacks he's wiggled himself into. Even his hair's done—half of it pulled up in a pretty little bun at the back of his head. You may actually have an aneurysm right here in Karlach's living room.

The two of you had fucked yourselves into a relationship—Gale lamenting, whilst the two of you were cleaning up the classroom at the end of that fateful day, that eating you out and subsequently sticking his dick inside you was not—in fact—the way he'd intended to eventually confess. You silenced his distress with sweet kisses, of course, reassurances on your tongue as you tangled your fingers in his hair, and he forgot all his worries the second you mouthed a very teenagers-in-love hickey under the collar of his work clothes.

Three dates later and absolutely no sexual contact—save the very aggressive make out in your doorway after dinner when your hands may or may not have wandered down the front of his pants—you're wondering if you're some kind of lustful fiend, intent on doing nothing more than jumping your poor, unsuspecting wizard-boyfriend's bones and eating away at him until there's nothing but whisps of weave left behind.

Gods, but his waist in those slacks—

"Darling, I mean this with full offense," Astarion plants a firm hand on your lower back, startling you from your reverie, "either you take the man home and ride him to death, or literally break my nose because I cannot continue to smell your absolute fucking desperation any longer."

Ah, yes, vampire. Blood. Arousal.

When you'd left the school that fateful day Astarion was waiting by his totally obnoxious (and entirely fitting) cherry red BMW, and the second you walked by him he'd started grinning.

"You fucking didn't." He'd said. He was terrifying. The grin got too large for his face. You had this awful shiver from the terrible uncanny valley of it all. "Ah, but you fucking did."

Once you'd gotten in the car and disclosed that you'd—in fact—not be telling him any of the details he'd just shrugged and said, "that's okay, I can smell what he's left inside you."

Unbe-fucking-lievable.

"I'm taking the offense and choosing not to rise to it." You say, back in the present moment, eyes still glued to your brand new boyfriend's arse. "I feel like a godsdamned pervert. Is there something wrong with me?"

"Yes, sweetling, of course." Astarion chuckles and pours something into your half empty cup. "But then again, we're all looking at your little professor tonight. It's rather... plump... isn't it?"

The two of you tilt your head to one side.

"In any case, don't feel bad about your objectification, dearest." Your silver-haired friend leans into you, a comforting cold arm draping around your middle. "You've been totally head over heels for the man since you've met him—can't imagine why, but take it from me—now you've had a taste, of course you'll want more."

You sigh and allow the vampire to smooch you on the cheek. "Very comforting, thank you." But you mean it.

"If it's any consolation, he smells exactly the same as you."

You can't turn fast enough, the bloody bastard has already slipped away to some other part of the house, disappearing amongst your friends and colleagues. You rake a hand over your face and scowl, deciding finally to just throw fucking caution to the wind and approach the godsdamned man—Gale Dekarios is your boyfriend for Shar's sake, why should you be ashamed for wanting to touch (lick) every last inch of his body?

Placing your drink down, you manuever around your dancing friends, Karlach and Wyll—Blackstaff Academy's history and ancient weapons teacher—engaged in what looks to be like a dipping competition with Lae'zel and her plus one slash girl crush from her weekend pilates class, and finally make your way to the handsome professor. You quietly slide into place behind him, he's rather animatedly discussing the difference between using spells for healing and grinding up a poultice with a very large man you've never met, and slowly curve your palm around his side, slipping your arm around him until your hand is on his front, palm on his stomach.

Gale doesn't even startle—he just leans back into your touch, his posture relaxed as you press your nose and lips into the back of one shoulder with your eyes peeking over at the rather good-looking stranger, the hand not wrapped around his drink coming to rest over top of your knuckles. He turns his head to one side and you feel his beard scratch across your forehead and temple. "Hello." He greets you, his voice low and rumbly and wonderful. It swirls heat in your belly and blooms warm in your chest, unable to stop yourself from smiling and shifting your gaze to the part of his face that you can see.

"Hi." You reply, all your previous boldness melting away into a shyness you haven't felt since you were a kid with your first crush.

You feel kinda rude—distracting him from his obviously riveting conversation, but the guy he was chatting to has already moved on, now babbling away with another teifling you think might be Karlach's cousin. Gale turns in your grip and faces you, his free arm coming around your back, his elbow over your shoulder and hand smoothing down the back of your head and neck as he leans in and kisses you sweetly.

"Sorry for interrupting." You hum against his lips, noses bumping as you pull away.

"Hardly." The wizard begins to sway slowly side to side, a song with the lyrics 'and if you're hungry, girl, I got fillets' booming out her shitty stereo set from the 90's. "Your presence could never be called an interruption—even if it was, you look so lovely I'd absolutely make an exception."

"I could say the same about you," You say softly, both arms looping around Gale's trim waist, your chests pressed together as you look up at him, eyes half-lidded in the dim, warm light of the room. "What were you thinking, dressing like this? Are you trying to kill me?"

He looks rather pleased at that, his darling brown eyes creasing in the corners as he dips in and presses his lips to your forehead. "Did you drive?"

"No." You shake your head, fingertips trailing along his spine, the entire world around you fading to nothing but the man you think may be absolute love of your fucking life. "'Starion picked me up."

Gale's arm is still around your shoulders, his hand cupping the back of your neck, thumb rubbing at the base of your skull. "May I take you home?" He smiles as he looks down at you, his voice dropping to that low rumbly tone that turns your legs to jelly, "I mean my place when I say home, to be perfectly clear."

You feel your heart throb in your chest and you can't help hiding your face against his neck, nodding your yes and sighing at the feeling of his lips in your hair. As the two of you sway together slowly, you catch sight of your pale-faced friend from across the room, a glint in his red eyes and a grin on his face that rather reminds you of a goblin. He tips his purposefully opaque glass at you and winks—and you know that within thirty seconds of exiting the party that every single soul here will know what you and Professor Dekarios are getting yourselves up to.

--

Gale's home, like the professor himself, is quite lovely.

It's not all that large—brown brick, two storey and sandwiched between a row of others that look very much the same. The inside is warm, covered completely in all sorts of books, magical items and artefacts, stained glass lamps bathe the living room and kitchen in rich oranges, soft reds and the barest hint of purple. The furniture is old, likely thrifted (sentimental fool), and appears to be well-loved and used regularly—you can just about picture Gale sprawled out across the dark leather couch, work shirt undbuttoned, glasses low on his nose as he goes over student papers.

The second floor is the same size as the lower—the bed and a door to what you assume is the closet and likely the bathroom on one side and a desk on the other. If you thought the first floor was covered, this one is completely swamped in books and magical thingamabobs, and it's so entirely Gale—you feel your heart swell as he chatters, telling you about the paintings on the walls and the thick books on the very tops of the shelves that are his favourites, the ruined leather spines showing just how many times he's read them.

"Well..." Gale throws his hands out, standing rather proudly in the middle of his room, a gentle flush on his cheeks. "What do you think?"

You turn from the desk, smiling at your handsome wizard as you saunter back toward him, your bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor. "It's just so you, Gale. I love it." You reach him, your hands smoothing across his ribs as you stretch up and kiss him gently. Before he can get his hands on you, you slip away from him and walk over to the big bed, spinning around and sitting on the mattress, spreading your fingers over the quilt. "I really like this bed too. It's pretty comfortable."

"It's an orthopedic mattress." Gale says, way too proud of this little piece of information. "I'm too old for a bed with no neck and back support."

"That's very sexy." You laugh, tilting your head back as the professor comes closer to you, splitting your thighs in your dress until he's standing right between them, his hands coming up to your face, cupping your cheeks.

"Helps my hips as well." Gale smirks, his thumbs the shape of your lips as he bends down toward you. "No creaky bones here."

"Oh yeah, except those knees of yours..." You can't help your giggles even when the handsome wizard's mouth slides over yours, your teeth clacking together as he starts chuckling too.

In this scenario—this relaxed, unhurried, seclusion—you return Gale's kiss with a quiet ferocity. Your lips map out the shape of his, your tongue tastes, probes, presses inside and tickles the roof of his mouth. His beard itches against your skin and it's fucking wonderful—the professor making soft sounds of satisfaction, his fingers tangling in your hair to angle your head just the way he wants so he can kiss you even deeper.

You feel the tingles all the way down to your toes, your hands sliding against the soft cotton of his turtleneck, up and down his sides until you can't help but tug the hem of the shirt from his trousers—his skin hot at your fingertips when you finally have it free.

"Can't believe how godsdamned good you look in this." You murmur as Gale pulls away and you duck beneath and lift his shirt higher, your mouth connecting with his belly. "Fuck—I really couldn't think of anything else the whole night. Just wanted to touch you—"

Your lover straightens, his hands shifting to your hair, playing with the strands as you push the garment higher, revealing his beautiful tanned skin of his midriff. You close your eyes and part your lips, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the expanse of flesh, tongue flicking out to taste. Gale's stomach flutters with the breath that catches in his throat and when you glance up he's got his eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed, head tilting slightly to the left as lips part around these breathy little moans that make your pussy clench around nothing.

He doesn't notice you unbuttoning his pants, but he certainly feels it when you simultaneously suck a lovebite into his side and slide your palm over the shape of his cock through his clothes, his whole body spasming in response. "W-woah, wow, okay—"

"Are you alright?" You stop immediately, looking up at him, but your concern melts away at the look of sheer embarrassment on his face and the coy smile curling at his lip.

"Oh, yes, of course." He brushes the backs of his fingers against your cheek, "it's just that I've been, well, fantasizing about this for so long—"

You beam up at him. Of course he's been having the same sort of perverted thoughts about you—let's not forget the text that started it all...

"Let me suck your cock, Gale, please." You tug his trousers down, the material slipping over his arse and down his honey thighs. Gods, you really wanna see his dick—

"I'll... I'm—shit—I'll come too fast... I—" Oh, he whispers, almost so quietly you don't hear. He's so deliciously flustered—you'll fucking ruin him.

"Then fill my mouth with your cum, baby, I don't mind one little bit." You hum and pull the waistband of his underwear down.

The incident—as lovely as it was—gave you no opportunity to look at or touch Gale's cock. But, oh, by the fucking mighty beard of the Oak Father... You're looking at and touching it now. It's thick, curved slightly to the right, pretty and pink and glistening pearly beads right at the tip. Your mouth waters and you whine at the diabolical, wrecked sound Gale makes as you spit into your hand and wrap your wet fingers around his shaft.

"Ah, ah—" The professor stutters, his fist clenching and unclenching at your hair, hips jolting as you pump your hand up and down the length of him.

He's like, rock fucking hard. You've never touched or even seen a penis so erect in your life. He's leaking. It's sticky all down your knuckles and down to your wrist—you're milking the precum out of him with every stroke.

You lean in and close your lips around the very tip of his head, tongue flicking at the slit to taste—musky and bitter and sinful. Gale lurches forward, his upper body tensing in on itself, hips canting forward and his cock sliding further into your mouth. It's comfortable like this, sitting on the plush mattress with hands in your hair and the man of your dreams standing before you—he's not the tallest guy in the world, so you're hunched over a little, but one little twist of your neck and you'll have the perfect view of his face. The underside of his beautiful cock rests on your tongue, your fingers closed around the base, eyes flicking up to watch his expression as you hum in content and start to suck.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The curses are hushed, strained, like you're dragging them out his body. Your tummy tingles, heat pulsing between your thighs as you're still not all that used to such filthy words coming from the professor's mouth.

You bob your head, eyes crinkling in the corners in absolute delight of how you're taking the man above you completely apart. You smooth your other hand under and cup his balls in your palm.

Gale fucking loses it.

The grip in your hair goes so tight you can't move. Gale makes this choked sound, his dick sliding shallowly in the suction of your lips and you close your eyes, legs jelly as he uses your mouth as he wishes, your palm still rolling on his balls, other hand slipping around to his arse, taking a hold of the soft flesh.

"Gods, yes, I'm going to come, your mouth is divine—I can't—"

Hells, you haven't even tried deep throating him yet and he's reduced to this... What you're going to put this man through in the future—gods save him.

Gale moans this breathy, broken moan—hips thrusting and cock spilling, spurting onto your tongue and the roof of your mouth. His taste overwhelms you—cum not all that pleasant, but knowing it's him coating your taste buds makes it far more bearable. You continue to suck and lick at him until he's twitching and spent, his dick slipping from your mouth, and you tip your head back to look at him, mouth still full of his seed.

"Oh, gods, sorry—" The wizard suddenly flusters, wobbling as he awkwardly shuffles out of your space with his pants still halfway down his legs around the side of the bed, grabbing a few tissues from the box on the bedside table. You watch him, a smile on your closed lips and mischief in your eyes—an expression the handsome man reflects once he's back in front of you. "Let me see." He says, fiddling with the tissues.

You're going to ruin this dress, but you're really far too horny to care. Your lips part and you let Gale see—the cum balancing on your tongue a moment before it begins to dribble from your mouth, spilling down your chin and neck, dripping down into your lap and seeping into your skirt. You breathe heavy, your boyfriend watching with brown eyes blown black, his gaze flickering from the pretty fuck-me stare you're giving him and the seed sliding down the neckline of your clothes.

It's quite unexpected when he leans in and kisses you—the tissues forgotten as he literally licks and sucks his way from your lips to your collarbones and back again, spitting his release back into your open mouth and then pressing his tongue back inside. Your whole body trembles, stomach in actual knots at how worked up he's getting you—you reach forward and push at his trousers until they're all the way down his legs, Gale bending without parting from you, pulling them off the rest of the way before he gets a hold of you—hands gripping tight at your waist. You throw your arms around his neck and he lifts you, simultaneously pushing you further up the bed while climbing down on top of you. Your dress gets caught beneath his knee, your feet slip as you scramble along with him, but by all the gods in Faerûn and beyond, you could give less of a fuck—especially once the professor is tugging your dress all the way up to your hips and breaking from you to get down between your thighs.

"Thought you were—fuck—" He pulls your panties to the side and your stomach spasms as his wet, warm mouth descends to you, tongue sliding right through the split of your pussy lips. "Thought you wanted t-to—to undress me slo—slow—"

Gale lifts just barely off your cunt, his beard absolutely soaked with your arousal, cheeks flushed. "Need you to come first."

He's a man fucking starved—the ultimate cliché—sucking on your needy pussy like he wants to drink you up, his fingers playing at your fluttering hole, dark eyes peeking up as you spread your legs open wider for him. You lift your arms and sprawl out on the bed, sighing shakily as Gale locks his free arm around you, one digit on the other hand sliding inside you with embarrassing ease. He strokes your inner walls, that godsdamned practiced tongue laving at your labia and clit, soft kisses peppered on your most sensitive skin—edging you closer and closer to a precipice you'll happily fling yourself over once he starts fucking you with a mere two fingers.

And it's two fingers he gives you. His tongue flicks at your clit and he curls his middle and ring finger inside you, jostling them back and forth—

"Holy shit. Holy shit." You gasp, toes curling, "w-wait, that's gonna make me—"

"Go on." Gale smiles slowly, smugly, nudging his cheek against your inner thigh. "Show me how you come, beautiful." He doesn't stop—your pussy is sloshing, wet and noisy against his movements.

"I-I'll—I'll make a, nnnnnnghhh, I'll make a mess—!" Your voice raises in volume, eyebrows creasing and fingers curling into the sheets, and everything else you try to say becomes a long whine.

The handsome professor only laughs, breathy, mouth open around sounds of his own pleasure as he watches you writhing beneath him. His hand continues to move and you feel the pressure build to breaking point—pushing outward and against the thump of his palm against your pussy lips. You squirt—droplets spraying into the air, onto your legs, onto Gale's face. The sound sets your ears on fire, but you're too busy crying out in ecstasy to worry too much about embarrassing yourself.

"Gods, yessssss, good girl." The wizard doesn't stop pumping his hand until you're just about in tears, sobbing as he takes his fingers out of you and spreads your lips open to give your clit a filthy kiss, his nose dripping your own juices all over your panties, soaking the fabric dark.

"What... What the fuck." You breathe. You flop back on the bed, pressing the backs of your hands to your flaming cheeks. "What in the name of the Moonmaiden herself was that?" You're trembling, every last inch of your body is vibrating.

Gale laughs and crawls back up your body, resting his weight on you and you lift your shaky fingers to touch his wet beard, letting him dip into your space and kiss you. It's languid, delightful, you taste him even though your cum covers his mouth—you might melt into the bed and join the puddle you're sure you've left behind. "Really good, that's what it was." He chuckles and you hum in agreement, curling a leg over his and rubbing your heel down the back of his calf. "Though I still fully intend to take off all your clothes and properly make love to you."

"Hmm." You grin, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling his bun loose and letting the strands all hang down into your face. "You're gonna have to give me a minute to recover from whatever you just did to me."

"Right." He kisses you anyway, slow, purposeful, resting more of his weight on you. "I'll clean up—you make tea?"

"Lovely." You nod. You can feel him bare and half-hard against your inner thigh—it'd be so easy to just angle yourself and slip him inside, yet there's a gentle yearning in you that longs for the slow love, the deep, proper fuck he's promised you—so you wriggle beneath him and he rolls off of you, allowing you to readjust your underwear and get up off the bed. "I'm not even gonna look at the splash zone." You mutter as you scoot to the edge of the bed and stand up, your dress falling back over your legs.

"Oh, darling, I don't care about the sheets." Gale smiles up at you as he scoots to the other side of the mattress and smooths his long hair from his face.

"I know you don't." You wander over and lean down, cupping his cheek as he tips his head back and welcomes the soft kiss you give him before you turn and head back downstairs to the kitchen.

It all feels rather domestic. You're settled, happy, perfectly content to rifle through Gale's cupboards and drawers until you find mugs and teabags, whispering a restoration spell under your breath to the spoonfuls of wild honey you stir into the boiled water. You hum softly to yourself as you pop the teabags into the cups, carefully picking them up and making your way back up to second floor, taking your time so you don't spill.

You hip check the door, shuffling inside the upstairs room—entirely unprepared for the sight before you. "By the fucking Dark Lady..." You mutter, quiet, Gale doesn't hear.

The professor is sitting up on the bed, his turtleneck gone and golden skin glowing in the low lights of the room, he's got his glasses perched on the end of his nose and a stack of papers in one hand, reading over what you're assuming is probably student papers—the teacher in him never entirely switching off. You take a moment to admire him, the mugs steaming in your hands as you let your eyes drink in the length of his body—his legs, his thighs, tucked comfortably up, split open unashamedly. Your gaze raises higher, he's got the sheet half draped over one hip but you can see his softened cock and his shapely balls without restriction, a fizzle settling low in your belly at the sight—there's hair, it speckles dark across his skin from his pubic area to his belly button, a thin smattering of it going all the way up his body to his chest, his shoulders broad, neck and arms strong but softened with his age and relaxed lifestyle. Then there's his face—you could write a thousand page novel about his face.

He's just... Gods, he's stunning. You're seriously at a complete loss for words.

Gale glances up from the papers, finally noticing you standing there by the end of the bed, and he places the work aside and leans back into the pillows. He smiles, slow and perfectly happy, watching as you come to the side of the bed he's closest to, your eyes only leaving him so you can place the cups down on the bedside table. You straighten and your gaze meets again as you reach around and unzip the back of your dress, letting the clothing fall from your body and pool at your feet.

The wizard straightens just a little, at complete attention as you undress before him, his glasses still balanced on his nose as he observes your every move—watching you strip off your bra and your panties, leaving your body totally bare before your lover. Gale looks up at you in utter awe. His eyes shimmer, wet and wide as he takes in the sight of you and you smile down at him, stepping closer to the bed to get up, throwing your leg over the professor's own, straddling his thick thighs as you hover on top of him.

Gale's hands settle on your hips, his chin tilted up as he stares at you, you take his glasses off and lean over to place them on the bedside table, and then you comb your fingers through his soft hair as you lean in to kiss him soundly. You breathe together, stealing away the air between you as your lips move with one another's, all the affection and arousal simmering like a slow boil in the pit of your belly—it doesn't take long before you feel your boyfriend's erection swelling against your thigh, and you break the kiss.

"You're so beautiful." Gale whispers, watching you lick your hand and reach down between your bodies. He gasps when you take him in hand, eyelids fluttering as you rub the very tip of his cock against your slick pussy. "Gods, every single star in the heavens, every last little piece of magic in this universe—it can't compare to you."

"Shhh—" You lower your body and the head of his length nudges inside. Your words tremble, body inviting the man below you inside so warmly. "You'll make me want to say I love you."

The wizard chuckles, the sound broken by a moan as you sink down on him, his fingers bruising into your flesh. "I-I'm not complaining." You roll your hips down, slow, sensual, your chest bumping up to his as you move together. "Mmm—might even say it back, if the stars align."

You really can't help the flush on your cheeks and the smile that curls across your lips. Gale hums happily as you wrap your arms around his neck, his hands travelling higher until he's got his palms on your tits, the first time it's skin to skin—fuck, he looks so unbelievably pleased with himself. "Tell me it feels good." You demand.

"Oh, honey, it feels..." He stutters over his words, eyes glazed over and glassy as he stares up at you, "... Incandescent."

Your mouth falls open around a breathy half moan half laugh, carding your fingers through his hair and tugging his head back. "That's a big word, baby." You dip your head to kiss him, breathing hard through your nose as his dick rocks in and out of you.

He's so fucking deep—it's an entirely different sensation than what you felt when he was pounding you into the chair in your office. This is purposeful, intentionally slow, the kiss of Gale's cockhead against your sweetest spots inside has your legs trembling on either side of him, and you've barely been at it for ten whole minutes. You can feel every vein, every ridge, every press of his overheating, pulsing skin inside you—your cunt practically weeping as you roll back and forth in his lap, the professor kneading and gripping at every last inch of you he can get his greedy fingers on.

"Is this good?" You sigh, hooking your arm around Gale's neck, using the leverage to fuck yourself down a little harder, and the gorgeous man below you tips his head right back, his eyebrows furrowing and jaw hanging open.

"Yes, gods, it's so much more than good—" Gale's fingers dig into your arse to help you move on his cock and you drop your mouth to his, swallowing his little whines of pleasure and the words he muffles against your lips. "You feel divine—"

Suddenly, less than a second later, Gale surges forward and gravity sends you backward until you're lying flat on the bed, the wizard kneeling above you, hands on the backs of your knees as he pushes your legs back, spreading you wide for him. You keen, looking down and heaving out heavy pants of arousal as you watch your lover rest his cock across your split pussy—rubbing his shaft along your folds as he stares down at you, cheeks flushed and smile spread on his lips.

"I want to make you come, my goddess—" He says, voice low, hushed in earnest, "I want to feel this—" He releases one of your legs to wrap his fingers around his shaft, tapping the underside of his cockhead against your clit. You spasm and you can hear how fucking wet you are when your pussy clenches. "Hmm—this perfect cunt squeezing me, I want to feel you coming on my cock, sweetheart. I need it."

Your ears are burning. Gale angles himself down, the tip pressing inside, his hand coming back to your thigh—he pins you open and shallowly thrusts in and out of you. Your pussy absolutely sings for him, you feel it flutter greedily, begging for more—so you give her voice. "More, please, please, baby." The gorgeous man above you flashes a broad smile, his mouth falling open as he slowly feeds the rest of his cock inside of you. "Yes, yes, fuck, please, give it to me—"

You're a babbling mess when Gale leans his weight on you and the thwack, thwack, thwack of his hips hitting your thighs makes you squirm. The angle he's got his cock sliding in is absolutely perfect—pumping right into your sweetest spots and you stretch your arms above your head to try brace against the headboard to keep your body in place for him to fuck.

"Oh, yes, beautiful—" Gale gasps, keeping up his steady pace, each bruising thrust tingling low in your belly. "Gods, you're tightening around me, honey, does it feel good?"

"Yes, yesssssss, you feel so good, it's so—mm-mmm—fucking good," Your leg starts quivering, everything builds so fast, you can't catch your breath. "Keep going ju-just like that, you'll m-make me, ah, you'll make me come—"

Oh, he likes that. There's sweat trickling down the side of Gale's face, his cheeks are flushed red in exertion, but he certainly does not relent—he shifts just a fraction to the right and you see godsdamned stars. Not even Shar herself could steal the ecstasy you feel, a broken sob squeezing from your throat as your orgasm slams you even harder than that one time Karlach tackled you playing kickball on teacher's sport day.

"Fuck! I feel that, yes, my goddess, good girl—come for me." Gale moans, still keeping his pace somehow steady. You're pushing outward and he won't let his cock slip from you, the creamy sound of your cunt squelching with your cum only fueling the intensity of your crescendo—you're whining, loud, whole body twitching as the professor continues to thrust inside you.

"Oh my gods, w-wait—" You start gasping and laughing, a terrible choked sound, your hands flying down and pressing against Gale's stomach, pussy so overstimulated you might actually cry.

Gale comes down to you immediately, his hips pausing right away, and you wrap your arms around him when he's in your space, his hands gripping and squeezing at the softness of your body—mouth meeting yours in a hungry kiss. "That was so good," He says, lips urgent, "you did so good for me, sweet girl, that felt incredible..."

You hum and curl one fist in his hair, the other hand trailing slowly down his back, your legs looping around his hips to clutch him as close as you possibly can. "You're driving me crazy—" You chuckle, feeling his cock twitch inside you, probably quite desperate for a release of its own. "Gods, it's so sensitive, fuck, I want you to come, please use me until you come."

"Use you?" Gale pulls away just enough to look down at you, nose bumping against yours as he starts to thrust again, much slower. "Allow me to worship you, my love."

And who are you to deny a mortal his devotion?

Your lover kisses down the side of your face, his hips moving at that gentle pace, the entirety of his length pressing inside you and then drawing almost all the way back out again. Your pussy aches, still fluttering, but your toes curl and you close your eyes. Gale untangles your hands from him, his body rolling against yours as he brings your fingertips to his face and kisses every last one. Your breath trembles and when you look up at him again your heart thumps hard against your ribcage.

His brown eyes stare into yours, soft and wet and heavy-lidded as he maps kisses down the insides of your wrists and further still. You think you might cry, he feels so desperately good inside you, he's looking at you so sweetly—you whimper softly and Gale smiles against the inner part of your forearm, then stretches your hands above your head and pins them up there, his chest heaving and you know he's close.

"Inside..." You moan softly, nodding your head, "inside, please."

Your handsome wizard gasps, his eyebrows creasing and lips parting around harsh breaths as he tries to keep up his rhythm—your fingers intertwine above your head and you squeeze, your thighs still gripping around him, encouraging him to his end. He leans in and kisses you when he finally comes, his hips slamming a little harder once, twice, three more times—then you feel his release paint your insides, egging him on with these tiny mewls that he licks out of your mouth.

"F-fuck—" He groans, trembling as he fills you, his cock plunging in deep and then he stills.

You hum, completely, deliriously happy, grabbing his face the second he lets go of you and trapping him in the kiss—which you both barely have the oxygen for. Gale is the one to break it, practically gasping, flopping his full weight down on you, making you break down into giggles as you whack him on the back.

"Moonmaiden above, get off—" You wheeze, the sound cutting off when he gets his mouth around one of your nipples. Gods, you're still so fucking sensitive. He sucks it between his lips, cupping your tits in his hands as he showers them with a some much needed attention, both of you still basking in the afterglow. "Y-you better quit that before I—shit, that's—hmm, before I make you fuck me again—"

Gale hums happily and lifts off your nipple with a wet 'pop', making you laugh and tug at his hair lightly. "Again?" He groans, dropping his head to your chest for a moment before he glances back up, eyes mischievous. "What are your thoughts on spring weddings?"

"Oh my gods, shut up."