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"And, yes, it can play by itself." Astarion sounds terribly proud as he lays a hand on the top of the grand piano. Gale smiles to himself as he finishes the notes he was working on when they were interrupted, then rises from his desk to join Astarion and their guest.
Halsin looks both perfectly relaxed and entirely out of place in Gale's tower. "You've settled in quite nicely in your new home, Astarion," he says as Gale finally approaches. He slips an arm around Gale's back, and leans in to kiss his forehead. "It suits you both."
"Astarion's made several changes," Gale says, leaning in against Halsin's solid warmth.
"Yes, he made sure to point them all out to me during the tour," Halsin replies, "and elaborated about what was there before."
"Of course he did." Gale chuckles, then rises up on his toes and tugs Halsin in for a slow, tender kiss. "Hello," he says, "it's very good to see you. Your arrival is a delightful surprise, and I'm sorry I was so caught up in my work when you arrived."
"I gave you absolutely no warning whatsoever," Halsin says. One big, warm hand rests on Gale's lower back. He's aware of the way Halsin tugs Astarion in ever closer. "And Astarion told me you're trying to figure out how to let him safely enjoy the sun again. That's important work."
"Yes, it is," Gale agrees. He kisses Halsin again. "We missed you."
"And I missed you both." Halsin rests his forehead briefly against Gale's. "I've been waiting to show you just how much." He quickly catches Gale's mouth in a kiss, then says, "Don't apologise for being busy. I can be patient."
"So patient he only kissed me four times during the tour," Astarion says. "I'm not sure if I'm disappointed or impressed. I think—"
Halsin's methods of keeping them from talking work like a charm, every single time. Gale watches Halsin kiss Astarion, long and slow, licking his lip as he reaches up to run the backs of his fingers over Halsin's cheek. A moment later, Halsin breaks the kiss and turns his head, taking one of Gale's fingers in his mouth, which earns him a soft little, "Oh," from Gale. That big, warm hand disappears from his back, and soon Halsin has his fingers curled around Gale's wrist, and Gale is absolutely and utterly trapped as Halsin continues sucking on his fingers.
Gale is relatively certain he'd wanted to say something teasing to Astarion, but whatever that might have been has thoroughly escaped him in light of Halsin's mouth. And then there's one of Astarion's hands on the back of his neck, gently tugging him in so Astarion can kiss him, again and again. He gently but insistently manoeuvres Gale until he is between them, his back pressed up against Halsin's front, and Astarion's chest is against Gale's. His fingers are still in Halsin's mouth—and Astarion's thigh pushes insistently between Gale's.
Soon, Gale is breathless, caught in the most delightful trap anyone has ever devised. He's more than a little certain Astarion and Halsin planned this, and he couldn't be more pleased with it. With them.
When Astarion stops kissing him—so Gale can breathe—Gale tries to speak. He's about to good-naturedly accuse them of plotting against him, but then he's being turned around and Halsin's kissing him instead. He takes hold of Halsin's arms, arching up into the kiss and shivering with delight as Astarion presses up against his back now.
"You've been working too hard, darling," Astarion murmurs in Gale's ear. His hands slide up Gale's arms to his shoulders. "And you're so very tense."
"And you intend to help with that, I presume," says Gale, as Halsin starts to lead him away. Astarion keeps his hands on Gale's shoulders as they go, urging him to keep following Halsin, as though Gale might bolt and try to return to his desk because he's had a thought about his research he needs to write down before he forgets.
"We can't have you tense," Halsin says, with a lop-sided little grin that makes Gale want more kisses.
"Perish the thought," Astarion says.
"But we can think of ways to help you relax."
"Which will be so much fun for all of us."
"I already feel more relaxed," Gale says.
"That's good." Halsin pulls Gale in for another kiss. "Let's see what else we can do."
Gale leans up, wraps his arms around Halsin's neck, and the next thing he knows, he's being lifted into Halsin's arms. He holds on tighter, wrapping his legs around Halsin's waist, and is carried off to bed. So that Halsin can better see where he's going, Gale kisses over his cheek, then down to his neck, which Halsin rewards with a little groan and his hands giving Gale's ass a very firm squeeze.
Moments later, Gale is deposited on the bed. He reaches greedily for Halsin, who chuckles softly as he puts a knee on the bed and leans down over Gale, kissing over his neck as he begins to start pulling Gale's clothes away. Gale tilts his head, and reaches out to Astarion. "Please, love," he says.
Astarion's already climbing onto the bed, too, and he curls his fingers around Gale's. He brings Gale's hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, turns it over to kiss his palm, and then lets his lips brush, ever-so-softly, over the inside of Gale's wrist. "Yes," Gale says with a nod, "yes, Astarion." And then Astarion's fangs pierce his skin, making him gasp while Halsin's busy sucking a mark up on Gale's neck.
For a moment, he feels as though he's floating, he feels himself getting hard against Halsin's thigh. He rubs himself shamelessly against it, moaning softly. Then: "Wait," Gale says, breathlessly. "Wait, please." He's about to push on Halsin's chest, but Halsin immediately lifts his head to look at Gale. Astarion even pauses in his feeding, and Gale's a little disappointed, but he's a man with a mission. "Take your hair down?"
Halsin chuckles softly, then gets up onto his knees to do exactly as Gale asks. When Gale sighs happily, Halsin grins at him—and then, before he joins them properly again, he gets to his feet and undresses with his typical swift (and thoroughly improbable) efficiency. Astarion releases Gale's wrist and watches openly, hungrily, before crawling to the edge of the bed. Halsin's hand splays out on Astarion's back, and he leans in close, whispering into Astarion's ear as Gale pushes up onto his elbows to watch them curiously.
When Astarion turns back to Gale, there's a delightfully wicked gleam in his eye. He crawls—more than just a little predatorily—back to Gale and begins tugging his clothing away. Halsin stands at the side of the bed, watching, his expression simultaneously soft and hungry.
They could devour him and Gale would happily allow it to happen. He might even ask nicely, if prompted.
His clothes are tossed aside—probably with Halsin's—Gale will deal with it all later—and Astarion tugs him up with a cheeky little smile. "Make some room," he says, tugging until Gale moves so that Halsin can sprawl on their bed. He takes up so much space, and Gale loves it. Halsin has one knee bent, and his beautiful hair is fanned out on the pillow, and his soft-hungry gaze is on Gale.
Astarion slips up behind Gale, arms wrapped around his chest. "Will you give him your mouth, darling? I'd love to watch you."
Gale looks at Halsin. Halsin's hunger for him seems a little less soft now, and it sends a little thrill through—everywhere, really. Gale kneels between Halsin's thighs and looks up the length of Halsin's body before giving him a little smile and lowering his mouth to his cock. He kisses over the length, listening for that specific little hitch in Halsin's breathing that lets him know that Halsin wants more. He can stoke Halsin's desire for several long moments, lavishing him with attention from lips and tongue alone. First, he feels Halsin's fingers on his cheek, a light and gentle touch of encouragement. Soon, those fingers move into Gale's hair; Halsin doesn't tug, doesn't pull Gale any closer, but they both like that extra little bit of connection. Finally, finally, he hears the deep, shuddering breath, and he knows to open his mouth, to let Halsin's cock slide over his tongue.
He's rewarded with a deep and rumbling moan from above him.
And rewarded further by Astarion speaking softly, asking him to lift his hips. He does so without hesitation—and, honestly, maybe just this side of a little too eagerly—and shortly after Gale gets his knees under him, he can feel Astarion's slick fingers teasing over his hole. And oh, oh, yes, this is a good idea. This is a most excellent idea that Halsin and Astarion have had; Gale is delighted, shivering with excitement at the idea of having them both take him. Being stuffed full of them. Halsin in his mouth and Astarion in his ass, fucking him from both ends, and the idea is so exciting he moans around Halsin's cock, taking him deeper into his mouth.
Astarion's free hand curls around Gale's cock, and he moans again, nearly choking himself on his mouthful. He has to pull back to take in a breath.
"You're so excited," Astarion says, chuckling softly when Gale makes a noise that's embarrassingly close to a whimper. "As though we've never done this before."
"It's been so long since I had both of you," Gale says, his eyes fluttering closed. So very many tendays, since the last time Halsin had stepped through a tree to surprise them with his presence, before Gale and Astarion had even relocated to Waterdeep. Of course Gale's excited.
One of Halsin's thumbs rubs over Gale's lower lip while he's distracted, and he opens his mouth to let it inside. Gale moans around it, sucking hard, and starts to move his hand over Halsin's cock—but Halsin stops him. "Not right now, my heart. Just give me your mouth while you let Astarion take care of you." And Gale moans again, louder, as Astarion pushes his fingers inside him. Halsin pushes up onto his elbow, and smiles fondly at Gale, who'd smile back if his mouth wasn't full. And if he wasn't busy rocking back against Astarion's fingers. Astarion's other hand moves—Gale doesn't object—and he gently squeezes Gale's hip before rubbing circles over his back.
Gale watches as Halsin's eyes stop watching him and he looks at Astarion instead. He's pretty sure there's more plotting and planning going on between them, even silently, and he's also pretty much just fine with that.
Mostly because of the way Astarion's fingers are moving inside him.
"Will you ride Halsin, darling?" Astarion asks. "Is that something you'd like?" And then he laughs in absolute delight when Gale's response is embarrassingly close to a growl.
He loves them to distraction. Beyond distraction. And when they're naked, and have him naked too—it should be too much, but instead, they have him feeling insatiable. Maybe even wanton.
They're the best thing that's ever happened to him.
"Come here, Gale," Halsin says, pulling his thumb from Gale's mouth, then gently urging him up the length of his body. Gale surges up, capturing Halsin's mouth in a kiss and rubbing—more than a little shamelessly—against his skin as he does, getting thoroughly lost and caught up in the moment. So much so that he's a little surprised when he feels Astarion's hands on his hips.
"Do you want to come like this?" Astarion asks. "It might be a good idea. Get you nice and relaxed before you have both of us inside you."
Gale stops working for a moment. Well—just his brain, really. His body doesn't stop working, because he comes all over Halsin's stomach, like an overexcited, much younger man. Even while he's moaning out his pleasure, he feels heat rise up his neck, and his cheeks burn, and he hides his face against Halsin's chest. Halsin wraps both arms around him, chuckling in a not-unkind way, pressing kisses to Gale's hair.
"Oops, oh dear, look what I made you do. I'm so sorry," Astarion says, sounding deeply, profoundly unapologetic.
Gale mumbles into Halsin's chest.
"What was that? I can't hear you, darling."
Gale lifts his head. "You're a menace," he says, hoarsely.
"Thank you."
Gale groans, then peers up at Halsin. "And don't think you're off the hook," he adds, pushing himself up.
"I look forward to showing you how very contrite I am for being a collaborator," Halsin says, solemnly. One of his hands settles on Gale's hip, as the other moves up to stroke his hair. Gale nuzzles his chest. "Astarion, would you be so kind as to prepare me? I know you have the oil."
Astarion clucks his tongue, but Gale is aware of him moving about on the mattress anyway. "I'd say something about 'hard tasks'--"
Gale lets out a giddy little laugh.
"--but that would happen," Astarion says with a sigh. He leans down and kisses Gale's shoulder. "You're ridiculous like this."
"I feel very nice," Gale says. Happy. Relaxed. Largely boneless, even if he's still capable of holding himself up to give Astarion access to Halsin for the moment.
He feels desired.
And loved.
"That's entirely the point," replies Halsin, smiling before kissing Gale again, drawing Gale back to the moment. He parts his lips for Halsin, kissing him back until he can feel Halsin shifting restlessly, impatiently, beneath him.
"Are you ready for me?" Gale asks, softly, his lips ghosting over Halsin's.
"I was going to ask you the same." Halsin licks at Gale's lower lip. "Let me have you." Gale can only nod, giving Halsin one last kiss before he shifts back and, with Astarion's help, sinks slowly down over Halsin's cock. Halsin's so big, stretching Gale so perfectly.
Astarion presses up behind Gale, but at this point it's only to gently hold him as he moves, slowly, over Halsin's cock. Halsin takes hold of Gale's hips, while Astarion wraps his arms around him. He rests his hand on the arm Astarion has over his chest and tilts his head back against Astarion's shoulder. Astarion makes a noise not unlike a purr as he kisses Gale's neck. "I feel like you're trying to tempt me."
Gale laughs breathlessly. "Didn't have enough before?"
"Someone interrupted me because he wanted to see the druid's pretty hair."
Did he? Oh—yes, Gale supposes he did do that. Astarion brushes Gale's hair off his neck, nuzzling at his skin. "You can," Gale says.
"I know." Astarion merely kisses Gale's neck, then gently pushes between his shoulder blades, urging him down onto Halsin again. While Halsin thrusts almost lazily up into Gale's body, holding him close, Astarion presses kisses down Gale's spine, and lower, lower, until his tongue touches the place where Gale and Halsin's bodies join. Halsin rumbles his pleasure; Gale lets out a strangled moan and squirms helplessly.
"Should I stop?" Astarion asks.
Gale whimpers. Astarion expects him to respond? He squirms, unable to comprehend why Astarion isn't doing more.
Halsin, showing an extraordinary amount of self-control and restraint, strokes Gale's hair. "Do you want Astarion to continue? We want you to like—ow."
"Ow?" Astarion echoes.
"Gale bit me."
"You're not serious."
"I think I like it." Halsin's hips snap up, and Gale lets out a loud, keening noise, hands tugging on the blankets beneath them—
they didn't pull the blankets back, they're not on the sheets, the bed is going to be filthy—
—and he gives Halsin another bite. In turn, Halsin grunts and thrusts up into him again—
Oh.
—and Astarion's tongue is on Gale's rim, and Halsin's cock as it works inside him—
Oh, no.
—and he couldn't tell anyone his name right now—
Oh, yes.
—and he's never experienced anything like this before. He floats there, caught between them in the most delicious trap anyone could ever devise. He could stay like this forever. Halsin's cock, and his hands moving over Gale's hair and skin; Astarion's tongue, and then his slick fingers teasing over Gale's rim; Gale surrendering to their attention, his mouth moving against Halsin's chest.
They're both so patient with him. Coaxing him open, slowly stoking his arousal again, until he's aware of Astarion shifting position. Halsin's hands go to Gale's hips, holding him still, and he whispers tenderly to Gale, reminding him to breathe, to relax. He whispers that Astarion will be careful, slow, gentle; that they will stop if Gale says to stop.
Astarion's fingers work into Gale's body—careful, slow, gentle—alongside Halsin's cock. Gale's so stretched already, so full, and he shivers as he realises there's going to be more. He blinks his eyes open, but doesn't really look at anything; it's as though he doesn't need to, because all he needs to do is feel right now. Why would he need any of his other senses?
And besides: they're doing this for him. He doesn't know the number of times Astarion had coaxed this desire out of Gale—that he wants to know what it's like to have both of them inside him—but he does have the sudden realisation that the increasingly larger toys and devices that Astarion kept procuring were for a purpose.
Of course Astarion went ahead and talked to Halsin about this after he dragged him off to show him around the tower.
The months of separation are always too much, but this last one was the longest. Now, Gale has Astarion and Halsin both again, finally, and they're giving him this extraordinary gift. He's going to luxuriate in it.
He is luxuriating in it.
Gale moans into Halsin's chest, over and over again, and rocks onto Halsin's cock and Astarion's fingers for what feels like eternity, but what is surely a far shorter span of time. Until he's ready, and impatient, and he starts mumbling more to himself than to either of them, "More, more, more, more."
Halsin lifts Gale's head with a finger, looks into Gale's eyes, and says in a tone that demands response, "Do you want more? Are you ready to try?"
"Yes, please," Gale says, his voice thick and needy. "I'm ready. Astarion, I'm ready, please."
Astarion doesn't tease; he knows when Gale couldn't possibly tolerate it—and Gale is fairly certain that any teasing right now might result in a deeply regrettable display of distress.
"Keep your eyes on me," Halsin says, stroking Gale's hair. He's gone still beneath him, keeping Gale's head tilted up so he can watch him. "Don't forget to breathe. If you need to stop, we stop."
"I understand," Gale replies. Halsin smiles. Astarion kisses Gale's shoulder, then his neck. They take such good care of him. Halsin keeps stroking Gale's hair. Astarion's hand grasps his hip.
Gale might be having an out-of-body experience, and he hasn't even needed to ask the Weave nicely to work with him for it. The stretch is breathtaking but not unbearable; the fullness is intense but—
"Oh," he says.
Exquisite.
Astarion has paused. "More," Gale says, looking pleadingly at Halsin.
"More," Halsin agrees with a nod. His voice has changed. It's impossibly deeper.
"Oh," Gale says, again, because he realises, of course, that Halsin can feel it, too. He can feel Astarion pushing inside Gale at the same time. Astarion swears—repeatedly, softly, just barely loud enough to be heard. He's being so careful. They both are. They're perfect.
"Oh," Gale says, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief, brief moment before he opens them again to look at Halsin. He looks... wild. Not that it's much of a surprise, as he can indeed tend towards that, but he looks wild for Gale. Gale remembers that first time—when his eyes glowed, when the transformation was not of his own volition—and for a brief, desperate moment Gale wonders if he's going to blink and find the bear beneath him. He strains up, just a little, gasping, and Halsin cups the back of his head. Halsin leans in for a hard kiss, tongue immediately exploring Gale's mouth, leaving him a whimpering mess. And then—
"Fuck," says Astarion. Gale can't remember the last time he heard his voice so rough. Maybe never. Maybe this is the first time. Maybe it's because of him.
"Yes, please," Gale says, almost dreamily. "Please." Astarion has fallen still again and Gale moves, pushing his hips back.
Both Halsin and Astarion gasp at that, and suddenly—
"Oh."
Gale feels powerful. Still watching Halsin, Gale shifts forward, then back again, taking them both just that little bit deeper. Despite telling Gale to keep his eyes open, Halsin's eyes close and he tilts his chin up with a groan that sounds like he's drawing it up out of his very soul. Gale knows how he, himself, feels—he wonders how it is for Halsin. For Astarion. He knows how full he feels, but the tightness of his body, those two cocks rubbing against each other—
"Oh."
—they must feel incredible, too. Because of him. Gale shifts between them, rocking gently, listening to them both moan. For him.
He closes his lips around Halsin's nipple, biting, gently, before sucking hard. In turn, Halsin's hips jerk up once, twice, hard and demanding, letting out a deep, rumbling growl of a groan. It takes a moment for Gale to realise it's not just a noise of pleasure as Halsin comes inside him; it's his name. Shivering, Gale lifts his head again. Halsin's breathing hard, eyes closed, his hand lazily stroking up and down Gale's back.
Astarion, though, tightens his hold on Gale's hips. "Hells," he gasps. He leans over Gale's back, and works in him, harder, faster, and, soon, Gale is aware of his own pleasure again. The thought crosses his (very possibly addled, hopefully not permanently) mind that Halsin's come might be dripping out of him, down over his own cock, and—oh—yes—Astarion's cock keeps moving inside him, he's going to come inside him, too. With a bone-deep moan, Gale finds himself overwhelmed with pleasure again, gasping for breath after he holds it for a moment, knowing how tight he must be around both Halsin and Astarion.
The blissful rhythm of Astarion's hips falters. His fingers tighten on Gale's hips, and he moans, the sound sinking itself into Gale's flesh, making him shiver. Astarion's pleasure delights Gale, perhaps more than his own, as he spends himself in Gale's body.
Several moments pass before Astarion lets go of Gale. He withdraws slowly (Gale whimpers) and then sinks down beside Gale and Halsin, reaching out to touch Gale's cheek.
"I'm quite well," Gale mumbles.
"Do you think you can move?" Astarion asks.
"No," Gale replies.
"Halsin?"
"I'm afraid I have a Gale on top of me and will have to stay right where I am until he can move."
Astarion says nothing. Gale peeks an eye open. "I taught you how to cast prestidigitation."
"I'm extremely impressed that you can pronounce that right now," Astarion says. "Not surprised, but still impressed." Gale smiles and closes his eyes again.
Sooner or later, Halsin will have no choice but to move him. The way Gale's thighs are still spread to accommodate him will probably get uncomfortable. For now, though—even with Astarion not quite settled yet—Gale can think of nowhere he'd rather be.