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Astarion pushed his way through the heavy front door of the dark and dingy dive bar turned dance club. His eyes burned from the acrid halo of smoke that hung over the whole place. The deep thudding bass line of the overproduced dance music rippled through his bones, setting his teeth on edge. He prowled to an unoccupied booth and sat, surveying the other denizens of the night. They were all hunched over a drink or engrossed in inane conversation, locked in their own little worlds scattered about the room.
His eyes settled on a man perched at the bar, small book in hand. A bit pretentious to sit in such a dark and loud public space and read.
How intriguing.
The man was quite attractive. Middle aged and fit. His lavender cashmere cardigan fit snugly around his biceps, paired with a nicely fitted pair of chinos and grey vintage V-neck tee. The man had some style, though he was a little dated and stuffy looking.
A waitress in a much too tight tee and short shorts approached for his order.
“I’ll take whatever he is having, and send him another on my tab.” Astarion nodded to his handsome stranger.
She rolled her eyes and slouched off to fetch his drink.
Astarion watched as the bartender handed the man a new tumbler filled to the brim with chunks of roughcut ice and whiskey to match the one he was brought a few moments later.
Impressive.
The bartender pointed in his direction, and the stranger lifted his fresh drink to toast his mysterious benefactor and went back to his book.
Astarion grinned to himself and sipped his whiskey. It was excellent quality. Complexly flavored and warming to match the man’s overall look of comfortable but expensive taste.
He sat whiling away the hour, watching him order drink after drink and ordering his own to match. After the fourth tall glass, he decided to try for a conversation. He slinked across the room, weaving in and out of the writhing crowd, picking his way over to his new seat next to his drinking partner for the evening.
He slid on the barstool next to him and intentionally knocked their knees together.
“Oh beg pardon, clumsy me,” he simpered, leaning one elbow on the bar.
The beautiful stranger glanced at him sideways and swallowed hard. Astarion took stock of his features up close. He had a short and neatly trimmed beard, his hair was streaked with a handsome amount of grey that was concentrated at his temples, His face was flushed a delicious shade of red from the tip of his nose and over the apples of his cheeks. Whether it was from bashfulness or too much drink remained to be determined. Thet hand holding his book trembled just slightly, no ring but a clear tan line from one recently removed.
“Are you new on the market or just out for a little romp?” Astarion drawled, dragging his thin index finger up the length of the stranger’s thick and shapely finger.
“I uh..oh! Yes, just looking for some…fun…” He stammered and looked away quickly, attempting to bury his nose back in his book. How precious and shy this beauty was.
Astarion leaned in close, boldly pushing a wayward strand of this gorgeous man's hair behind his ear. A dangling red glass bead hung from his ear lobe suspended by fine gold findings, looking like a delectable drip of thick red wine. Astarion put his hand on his forearm and whispered right up against his ear.
“My name is Astarion, how about you?” He purred, his lips brushing the round shell of the stranger’s ear.
At the ticklish touch of lips, the hair on the man’s forearm stood on end with a prominent crop of goosebumps that flushed across his skin.
“G-Gale.” He flushed deeper red, the color spreading all the way down his hairy chest. The V-neck of his t–shirt revealed just enough of that thick thatch of hair to make Astarion want to chase it downward and observe just how thick and how far it went down.
Gale finished his half-full drink and tapped the bar for another, giving Astarion a sidelong coy glance.
“Drinking to forget something, or are you looking for some courage?” Astarion pushed his luck, darting his tongue out to play with the smooth glass dangling from Gale’s clearly very sensitive ear. He huffed a humid breath against the super heated flesh of his quarry’s neck and smirked, baring his teeth just slightly.
His answer was a quiet, strangled sound and Gale’s whole body stiffening as he gripped the edge of the bar with white knuckles. A flush of predatory glee suffused Astarion’s limbs, and his grin broadened.
The bartender slid a full tumbler of amber liquor in front of Gale, and he grabbed it, downing it in one long gulp. A full body shiver ran through his frame, chasing the alcohol down his gullet.
Astarion boldly pressed his lips to the side of Gale’s throat, reveling in the feel of freshly shaved stubble under his lips. The smell of expensive aftershave mingled with the fine whiskey on his breath, a heady perfume that enticed the elf to give him a slow and languorous lick from Adam's apple to earlobe.
Gale shuddered and moaned softly, biting his own knuckle to stifle the noise. The copious amount of fine liquor he rapidly poured down his gullet was rapidly pickling his brain.
He turned and fixed Astarion with such a burning look of determination, his brown eyes were nearly honey colored and watering slightly in the low light. A wicked grin split across Astarion’s face in answer.
Gale grabbed Asterion roughly by the upper arm and half-staggered with him out to the crowded dance floor, weaving in and out of writhing bodies in search of a space large enough for the two of them.
Astarion's own head began to swim with each step he took. The short walk to the center of the dance floor allowed the alcohol to saturate his brain. It sent him along on a delightfully heady buzz that was very rapidly intensifying into full drunkenness.
Astarion allowed himself to be led, pretending to let his prey hunt him .
Gale hooked his fingers into the belt loops of Astarion’s fitted jeans and pulled their pelvises flush. He placed one hand on the small of Astarion’s back, and the other hung by his side, counter balancing the slow grind forward. This bashful man was quite shameless with sufficient liquid courage.
Delicious.
The thrumming baseline of the dance music reverberated through Astarion’s bones, throbbing through him in time with his pounding heartbeat.
Gale groaned low and rolled his hips in counter motion, starting a slow rhythm that built to a full lewd grind. Their simultaneously hardening cocks grinded through layers of clothing, first against opposing thighs then hip bones. Astarion leaned in closer and threw his arms around Gale’s neck, undulating his own hips in perfect synch.
Gale looked down between them, transfixed by the movement of Astarion’s hips against his. His mouth hung open slack in a silent gasp as they changed the angle of attack, forcing their lengths to rub together perfectly with each circuit. He looked up after a moment, honey meeting wine in a long and intense exchange of longing stares.
Astarion surged forward, tongue first, pressing into Gale’s open mouth and licking at his slack lips inelegantly. Gale groaned low and hungry. His dangling hand clapped on the side of Astarion’s neck, and he returned the kiss with fervor. His other hand pulled him impossibly closer with a hard grind of his hips forward.
He plunged his tongue into Astarion’s pliant mouth. Astarion grinned against his lips tasting the same whiskey on his palate and savoring the sour musk of it mixed with the human’s saliva.
“Want to get out of here?” Astarion breathed against Gale’s tongue, in between the clumsy laps against his lips. He was rapidly losing the battle to stay coherent against the copious amount of expensive alcohol warming his stomach.
“Please.” Gale whined, blinking a little out of synch and pressing a sloppy wet kiss to the side of the elf’s nose. He ground his rigid cock into his thigh forcefully. Gale was clearly losing his own battle with lucidity.
Astarion grabbed Gale by the wrist, pulling him toward the door, the latter stopped and pulled against his grip.
“My book…” He said, looking wistfully over to the bar at his discarded tome.
Astarion sighed and charged over to collect the book, cramming it into his back pocket before he rejoined Gale near the door.
“And the tab?” Gale beamed at him blurily, wobbling on his feet. With the roll of his eyes, Astarion half jogged back over to the bar and slapped down several large notes, more than enough to cover the bill.
Astarion stomped back over to Gale and grabbed his wrist, dragging him onto the street to hail a cab. Gale burst into a high, bubbling giggle, squirming in Astarion’s grasp in a clumsy attempt to grab his hand.
Luck was on their side, and a cab pulled over within seconds.Gale dutifully recited his address before Astarion descended on him once more, greedily devouring his mouth.
The ride to their destination passed quickly. Gale paid the fare and tipped the driver generously for putting up with their drunk and quite raucous necking in the back seat.
At the door, Gale dropped his keys twice as he tried to slot the proper one into the lock. When he bent to retrieve them from the stoop the second time, Astarion grabbed his hips and ground his flagging erection against his ass.
Gale straightened, sliding the key into the lock with his shaking hands on the second try.
“Patience is a virtue, you…you villain,” he stammered, falling in the door and stumbling a few steps as he finally managed to turn the key.
Astarion prowled after him, kicking the door shut behind them.
The apartment was clean and comfortable, decorated in an expensive style that matched Gale to a tee.
Gale turned as if to speak, but Astarion’s hand shot out. He wadded his fist into Gale's soft shirt and dragged him back into a hungry clash of lips, tongues, and teeth.
They stumbled through the apartment, Gale leading the way backwards to the bedroom. They shed shoes and outerwear in a messy trail down the hall.
Suddenly desperate to touch every inch of Gale’s finely furred belly, Astarion pushed his hands under the soft cotton of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it across the room. He spread his hands wide, petting up and down the trail of dark hair, squeezing at his pectoral muscles on the final sweep of his hands up his body.
“I need…I need you in my mouth,” Gale moaned high and desperate, while sinking to his knees in front of the elf. His hands worked fast, unbuckling Astarion’s belt in one swift motion. He had his pants open and pulled down around his thighs in the space of a breath.
Astarion’s painfully erect, leaking cock sprang forth, bumping against Gale’s chin. He hummed happily and without preamble swallowed him to the root. His nose bumped against the elfs smooth lower belly, and he undulated his tongue lewdly against his sack.
Astarion squawked and curled around him, burying his hands in Gale’s hair and tugging. It was futile attempting to slow him down.
Gale set a punishing pace, bobbing his head fast and taking his cock deep into his throat on each downward thrust.
Gale pulled off of him with a gasp, a thick dribble of drool dripped down his chin with a matching glob streaming down his quickly tightening balls.
“You taste incredible. So warm. So hard,” Gale babbled, licking up one side of Astarion’s shaft and down the other.. Working his hand over the length in slow languorous strokes, Gale nosed at the base of his cock, the slide easy with copious spit and Astarion’s loose foreskin. He darted down, rubbing his face against the silken skin of Astarion’s thigh, clearly just chasing the sensation of the warm flesh against his overheated face. Astarion huffed and shied away from the ticklish graze of Gale’s beard against his similarly sensitive skin.
Gale planted a hand in the center of Astarion’s chest and pushed him back until his calves hit the side of the bed. He sat with a bounce, and Gale followed, planting his knee on the bed next him.
He reached for the night stand and rummaged around in the drawer, grabbing a bottle of lube and popping it open with his teeth. He squeezed far too much into his hand and discarded the bottle on the bed next to Astarion.
He squirmed awkwardly out of his pants and shoved his underwear down with one hand, getting them stuck around his ankle for a moment until Astarion, in a fit of giggles, assisted in their removal. He tossed them behind him carelessly to land where they may, without taking his eyes off of Gale.
Gale bullied him onto his back, climbing astride his hips and grinding down intentionally to drag his firm ass against Astarion’s spit slick length. He leaned forward over Astarion’s chest and reached back, pressing two fingers into himself, spreading the copious amount of lubricant into his quivering hole. He moaned low and long into Astarion’s chest as he fingered himself open. Astarion could only imagine the image of Gale’’s dexterous fingers enthusiastically dipping into his greedy hole,stroking the tight ring of muscle wide and pliant around his fingers.
Too quickly, Gale leaned forward, took Astarion’s drooling cock,lined it up against his well-lubricated hole, and sat back, baring down as he went. Astarion whined high and thready as he slipped deep inside him, and Gale’s ass came to rest flat against his hips. He gasped and bit his lip, clenching his internal muscles around the intrusion. Astarion groaned low, the sound starting low in his chest and ending as a feral growl.
Astarions cock gave a warning throb so intense it made his stomach clench.
“Gale! Wait. Please.” He gripped Gale’s thighs, arresting his movement lest he spill inside him that second. Astarion’s head swam with too much drink, and the delicious heat enveloping his cock sent the room spinning.
Gale squirmed in his grasp, stubbornly rocking his hips, trying to stroke that spot deep inside with Astarions throbbing length. He whimpered, running his hands over his heaving chest, stopping over his erect nipples. Pinching them both, he gave them a vicious tug. His extreme inebriation must have ent him a much higher threshold for pain.
Astarion gaped at him, eyes glued to the path of his questing hands as they continued down the flat plane of his belly. He scratched his nails through the thick center line of hair and buried them in the ample bush of pubic hair at the base of his cock. He petted over it, clearly lost in the feel of coarse hair under his over-sensitive fingers. He stroked under his balls and over his thighs and the base of his cock, tracing a random pattern over his overheated flesh and back again.
Continuing his slow stroke over his thighs and Astarions wrists, he pet at the knobs of protruding bone. With surprising strength, Gale gripped both of them, wrenched Astarion’s hands from his thighs, and pinned them above his head, giving his hips a filthy roll as soon as he was freed.
Singularly focused, Gale picked up his hips and slammed them back down, chasing his own release. Astarion was helpless, a mere passenger on Gale’s needy ride.
Unfortunately, it seemed it would be a short ride.
Too fast. Gale was too fast and too hot and too ardently lavishing him with attention. Astarion felt the first pulse of his release before he could wrap his head around what was happening.
“F…Fuuuuck, I’m..Guh,” Astarion very articulately exclaimed, gripping Gale’s hips and planting his heels on the bed. He met each drop of Gale's ass with a hard, skin slapping thrust of his own, pounding his way through the throbbing pulses in his gut and spending deep inside the human’s body.
Gale whined and tried to keep going, spearing himself on Astarion’s softening cock until it slipped out of him and squished under his ass, flaccid and useless. Astarion panted, his chest heaving with the force of his release. His heart was in his throat, fluttering like a trapped bird. The room spun like he was on a runway carousel. So much for Elven stamina.
Gale shimmied forward, bracketing Astarion’s head with his thighs and leaving a slick trail of Astarion’s leaking spend painted across the length of his torso. Gale dragged his hand down his own chest, following the trail of hair to grip his straining length. He gave it a couple of cursory strokes from root to tip, squeezing a thick dribble of precum from the slit that landed on the corner of Astarion’s mouth. He looked down at the elf, his eyes heavy and his lashes laying in heavy mink fans against his cheeks.
His mouth hung slack and panting in a silent groan as he tapped the head of his cock against Astarions kiss-swollen lips, painting them with a pearlescent line of slick.
Astarion dipped his chin and wrapped his lips around the offered length, cradling the head expertly with his dexterous tongue. He suckled at the weeping slit for a moment. A pleased hum rumbled through his chest, sending a tantalizing vibration through Gale’s heavy sack laying on his sternum.
Gale made a wounded sound and canted his hips forward, plunging his cock into the wet warmth of Astarion’s pliant mouth. He rocked forward, battering the elf’s throat mercilessly with the head of his cock. Astarion hummed and swallowed it down, his throat working in time with Gale’s clumsy and desperate rutting.
Gale’s hands cradled Astarion’s face, his thumbs stroking over the apple of his cheeks in firm strokes that matched the rhythm of his hips.
Astarion breathed noisily through his nose, the gusty huffs of humid air timed between the rapid drag of heated flesh in his mouth. He wrapped his long fingers around Gale’s slim hips and down to grip the pert globes of his ass. He groped and kneaded the flesh of one cheek, urging Gale on. His other hand continued further into the cleft of his ass, and he brushed his fingers along the dripping swollen pucker of his hole. Gale keened high and broken. His thrusts stroked deeper, a move that would have choked a lesser man. Astarion delved two fingers into Gale’s wet hole. The ring of muscle was soft and pliant and stretched easily as he buried the digits up the knuckle and flattened his palm.
The angle was awkward but after a few exploratory deep strokes of his long fingers, he found the swollen bump of Gale’s prostate and rubbed against it.
Gale was nearly incoherent, practically screaming with each uncoordinated thrust of his hips. He seesawed forward and backward into Astarions pliant mouth, spearing himself on his stroking fingers in an alternating arc.
Astarion nearly choked on the continuous gouts of precum that drooled form Gale’s impossibly hard cock. It pulsed continuously in time with Gale’s voice. He whimpered a continuous string of babbled praise and wanton moaning as he approached his alcohol-delayed climax.
Astarion redoubled his efforts with his fingers, adding two from his other hand and stretching Gale’s swollen and abused hole wider. Astarion’s cum dribbled out in a continuous filthy stream, stuffed back in with each wet squelching thrust of his fingers. Gale cried out, his loudest yet as Astarion pressed hard against that spongy swollen bump deep inside him once again and didn't let up.
They were both gone with drink and arousal. Their minds were blank of anything but base animal rutting and need.
Gale pressed forward, wedging his cock deep in Astarion’s throat. He throbbed hard just once in warning before he came with a shout. He held Astarion’s head in his hands, thrusting shallow and slow as his cock spent down his throat.
Gale collapsed sideways off of Astarion, hitting the mattress with little grace and breathing like a racehorse. Astarion curled on his side watching him for a moment. The higher part of his brain was gone in a bath of fermented sour mash, but his lower lizard brain was so pleased with himself for the utterly debauched state of the man laying next to him. He reached out,grabbed Gale by the back of his neck, and dragged him in for a slow and deep kiss. Just the ungainly mashing of their mouths. Gale laughed softly and lapped at the salty taste of his own cum that lingered on Astarion’s palate with an uncoordinated but still very eager tongue.
They parted and lay there, sticky and sweaty and very drunk. Blinking slow and mismatched until the ceiling fell on them in a crashing tide of blackness.
Astarion came back to consciousness slowly. His eyes were sticky and dry, and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth, having clearly slept with his mouth wide open. He blinked blurily a few times, trying to wet his eyeballs with little success. When he sat up, the room spun. He was either still drunk or was on his way to one hell of a hangover, and the pounding headache hadn’t quite set in yet.
His stomach clenched painfully, either from hunger or from too much whiskey and no food the previous night.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and planted his feet on the floor, gathering himself to stand. He took in his surroundings. The bed next to him was empty but the bedclothes were pulled up in an attempt to make the bed with him in it. The smell of fresh coffee and baked goods hit him next, chasing the queasy feeling from his gut and allowing the gnawing hunger pangs to come to the forefront. He groaned and heaved himself off the bed, grabbing a deep plum colored robe hanging on the bedroom door, Gale’s robe.
He padded into the hallway, following his nose to the kitchen. Gale leaned against the counter in a red silk robe, tied haphazardly low around his waist. The neck of it fell open, nearly falling off of his shoulder and exposing his entire chest. His unruly hair fell around his face in a mess of waves, just tamed enough to tuck behind his ears.
The sun streamed into the kitchen, casting warmth wherever it landed. Gale was bathed in golden light, making him appear to Astarion like an ethereal being, coming from heaven to bless his mortal soul with rapturous delight.
“G’mornin,” Gale slurred, turning to hand Astarion a steaming cup of coffee from the counter next to him. Astarion took the cup and took a slow sip, hissing at the too hot beverage when it nearly scalded his lips.
Nearly white, with cream and extra sweet. Exactly as he liked it.
He hummed happily, and Gale beamed at him. He took a sip from his own mug and sighed, wrapping his hands around the warm ceramic. Astarion’s eyes lingered on his hand or more specifically the glimmering golden band now seated in its rightful place on his left ring finger.
Gale noticed his scrutiny and chuckled,reaching into the pocket of his robe.
“Hold out your hand, love” Gale instructed, chuckling.
He slipped Astarion’s matching wedding band back on his finger and laced their hands together, stroking over the smooth golden ring reverently.
“I had fun last night,” Gale sighed out, giving a little happy full body wiggle. He winced against the motion then flushed a delightful pink, placing his empty mug down on the counter. A wave of intense fondness crept over Astarion, warming his cheeks and squeezing his heart.
“I’m surprised you remember.” Astarion’s voice was slightly gravelly, and his throat was pleasantly sore. He arched one careful manicured brow, discarding his much too hot coffee on the counter next to his husband’s cup.
“It was delicious.You've never been so…Aggressive,” Astarion purred, pulling Gale into his arms and mouthing a wet line where his shoulder met his neck. “We should do that more often. I love seeing my darling Professor rutting against me like a feral animal.” He sighed and bit into the meat of Gale’s shoulder gently, just enough to leave a soft impression of his front teeth.
“Any time, my love.” Gale grinned and flushed an even deeper red. He pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to the corner of Astarion’s mouth. He pulled back, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
“Perhaps next time, I’d like to play the pick up artist and take you home.” Gale teased, tapping the tip of Astarion’s nose with his finger.