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Gale stumbled into his room, just about reaching the sink and leaning against it. He had the wherewithall to fill up a glass of water and down it, before he pulled off his clothes and nearly fell into bed, ready to let sleep take him while already somewhat dreading his impending hangover.
It wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped. Only a minute after he got under the covers, a loud, low groan sounded through the wall next to him. His eyes widened and he froze in place.
“Fuck, Astarion, yes…”
Halsin’s voice reached him, unmistakably—not that it would have been difficult to deduce; the two had barely been able to keep their hands off each other on the way back. Gale rolled his eyes, reaching his hands up to press them to his ears. Before he could, there was more.
“God, that’s it… Oh, your mouth is heavenly…”
Gale still put his hands over his ears, but didn’t press down as the image of what might be going on in the room nextdoor flashed into his mind. Astarion, on his knees, his lips wrapped around Halsin’s large—or so Gale assumed, given everything else about him was—cock. He closed his eyes, trying to will the image away, but it only grew more vivid. The sounds from next door didn’t help.
“Look at me… Fuck, yes. Such a good boy.”
He winced as he pictured Astarion looking up through his eyelashes, feeling his own cock begin to harden rapidly. This was wrong, wasn’t it? He couldn’t just listen in like this. Besides, he couldn’t stand Astarion most of the time. Why would he want to-
“That’s right, baby. Take all of it… There you go…”
Then again, it was kind of on them for making so much noise, right? Gale’s hand shot down at the mental image of Astarion taking someone down to the hilt, grabbing his own hard cock and beginning to stroke fervently. Suddenly, Astarion’s own voice sounded from the other room.
“Fuck my throat.”
Gale could hear the sound of him taking Halsin’s cock back in, and oh, God, if he strained his ears he could make out the rythmic whimpering and gagging that followed, paired with Halsin’s low moans.
“Fuck, that’s what you want, isn’t it? Take it, little slut.”
Halsin’s voice was nearly a growl, now, his cadence skewed by the same rythm that had Astarion making those sounds. Gale’s hand sped up as he clamped the other one over his mouth and nose, trying desperately to stay quiet; if he could hear them, they would hear him, too.
“Gods, I’m close, Astarion… Wait.”
A gasp for air followed, and Gale bit down on his hand as he pictured Astarion pulling off of Halsin’s cock, still connected by a string of saliva.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t want to be out of commission just yet.”
“Mmm…” Astarion’s smirk was clear in his voice. “Do tell me what you have in mind. And don’t be too courtly with your words.”
Gale slowed his hand, feeling the edge of his orgasm pull away—just like Halsin’s, he imagined—as he steeled himself for what might come next.
“I want to make you cry out my name while you take my cock in that perfect ass.”
“Oh, that’s what I like to hear.”
The shuffle of fabric followed, and Gale took the minute of reprieve to take some deep breaths, recovering from Halsin’s lewd words and preparing to hear Astarion make a lot more noise. It didn’t take them long, apparently, to get ready.
“May I prepare you?”
“Well, if you ins—oh, fuck, Halsin…”
Something seductive and performative in Astarion’s voice dropped away, replaced by a surprised, breathy moan, and Gale swallowed, his hand slowly resuming motion on his cock. Given Astarion’s surpise, he had a guess at what might be happening, but he couldn’t be sure until-
“Astarion, are you alright?”
“Yes, I just… Do you want to do this?”
“Oh, you have no idea. No need to be embarrassed, my dear—you taste wonderful. I’ve been hoping to get my tongue on you like this from the moment I saw you.”
“ God , why is that so h—ah…”
Gale bit his lip. He’d been right, then. He pictured Halsin between his flatmate’s legs, tongue eagerly lapping at his hole; but mostly, his mind supplied him with an image of Astarion’s face, flushed a pretty pink, eyes screwed shut with pleasure as he cried out in the way Gale could hear right now. He clamped his hand over his mouth again, just in case… And found himself pushing his tongue against his palm, licking the way Halsin might be.
Astarion seemed to be at a loss for words for the next several minutes, but he was far from quiet; strained little whines and surprised, breathy moans reached Gale’s ears as he tried to slow down his strokes, desperate to make himself last at least until the two got to their next step.
“Fuck, is that one finger?”
“Hah, I’m sorry. I have large hands.”
“No, it’s alright, I’m just surprised. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Astarion's panting was audible when he spoke. Gale found himself smiling just a little bit at the banter, though his arousal didn’t fade in the slightest. He considered reaching for the lube and playing with his own hole, but decided quickly enough that he was far too tired. Maybe another time he would, slowly pushing two fingers into himself and imagining one of Halsin’s… God, he was really hooked, wasn’t he?
“I think you might be ready.”
“Well, then. You better have a condom, because I don’t have anything that’ll fit on that monster of yours.”
Halsin chuckled, and Gale tried not to moan at the thought of Halsin’s cock, or at the image of Astarion taking it. There was some more shuffling.
“Pull your legs up for me. Ready?”
“God, yes.”
God, yes, Gale thought, as he listened to the moan that came from Astarion’s throat as he took Halsin’s cock. He imagined, based on Halsin’s words, that Astarion must be on his back, his legs pulled towards himself to leave his hole on display for his lover. He mouthed a curse at the image, nearly bucking up into his own hand.
“Oh, god, Halsin… You’re—mmmh…”
“Take a moment to adjust, baby. I know.”
There was a moment of quiet, which Gale used to picture Astarion breathing in and out, slowly, as he adjusted to Halsin filling him. The image of Astarion’s hole, stretched beautifully around the intrusion, flashed into his mind. God, how would he be able to look either of them in the eye ever again?
“You’re beautiful like this, you know?”
Obviously, Gale caught himself thinking. Astarion was always beautiful. Anyone could see that, no matter how they felt about him.
“I think I’m ready.”
“I’ll start slow, just in case.”
“You don’t need to—”
“I don’t want to hurt you, dear.”
Gale moved slowly, just as Halsin had said he would. He savoured the soft, sighing whimpers coming from Astarion, not rythmic quite yet, still adjusting just a little. It wasn’t long until Astarion seemed to get impatient, though.
“Harder...”
“Oh? You’re going to have to do better than that, baby.”
“Excuse me?”
Gale had to choke back a laugh. Astarion sounded absolutely indignant, his voice snapping back almost entirely to his normal, sarcastic self.
“You heard me. Beg for it, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Halsin’s low voice sent a pleasant spark down Gale’s spine. The knowledge that he himself would have gone straight to pleading made Astarion’s offended scoff all the more hilarious, though, and it almost distracted him from his arousal. Almost.
“Go on. Be a good boy for me.”
He really needed to flirt with Halsin. Jesus. There was silence for a moment, before Astarion seemed to relent.
“Please, Halsin… Please fuck me harder…”
Fucking hell, for someone who was so reluctant to beg, Astarion knew just how to do it. Gale bit back a groan as he sped up his hand, hearing a significantly less suppressed sound from Halsin.
“There’s a good fucking boy.”
That growl was back in Halsin’s voice, and fuck, it matched perfectly with the high-pitched cry of pleasure that Astarion let out. It was also accompanied by the slight creaking of Astarion’s bed, which allowed Gale to match his own movements perfectly with Halsin’s thrusts.
“God, fuck, Halsin, that’s it! FUCK!”
Gale had to bite down on his hand again as Astarion’s near-scream set his insides alight with lust. And he’d clearly found his words again.
“Yes, fucking destroy me, GOD that feels so fucking good, HALSIN!”
The creaking crescendoed quickly, and Halsin groaned rythmically with each thrust. Gale felt like he could see Astarion’s slender legs wrapped around Halsin’s shoulders, see Astarion’s hole stretching around Halsin’s cock, see Astarion’s face as he cried out seemingly as lewdly as he possibly could.
“Oh, fuck… Holy shit, it feels like you’re gonna split me in two—no, don’t you dare fucking stop, it’s amazing. Oh, Halsin, YES!”
Either Astarion needed some time to think of new material, or Halsin’s cock had finally gotten him to a loss for words, because for the next while, his talking was replaced by filthy, downright pornographic moans, sometimes cut off with every thrust and sometimes stretching out, his voice wobbling with the rythm of Halsin’s hips. Gale had stopped breathing in favor of smothering the sounds he could no longer keep back, his hand nearly a blur on his cock as he rapidly approached his own orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m close… AH, FUCK, RIGHT THERE! Yes, just like that!”
“God, I’m gonna come…”
Perfect, Gale thought, trying his hardest not to let himself over the edge until the right moment. Almost. Just one more of those perfect screams.
“HALSIN!”
Gale spilled over his hand as he cried out into the other one, picturing Astarion’s cock twitching as ropes of cum covered his stomach. There was a loud moan from Halsin around the same time. Astarion wasn’t completely quiet, still wheezing just a little bit, and Gale took his hand off his mouth to suck in a deep breath.
“Holy shit, Halsin…”
“I’ll second that... Hell. Let me get you a warm washcloth.”
“...Oh. Thank you.”
Gale reached for a tissue to wipe himself down, praying that sleep would take him before the shame could set in.
—
Of course, the next morning, that shame crept up on Gale either way as he padded into the kitchen. Astarion was already up, wearing a t-shirt that was far too large on him and slipped off one shoulder, because of course . Gale fought the urge to curse under his breath, and didn’t look his flatmate in the eye as he made a beeline for the coffee machine.
“Good morning,” Astarion drawled, his voice just a tad hoarse. Gale really hoped he wasn’t blushing.
“Good morning,” he said, torn between acting chipper and being as quiet as possible. It came out a tad strangled, and he winced immediately, thankful that he was turned away from Astarion.
“Sleep well?” Astarion’s voice was growing closer, and Gale tried his best to keep calm, surpressing the urge to freeze up. Should he lie? Shoud he pretend there was nothing remarkable at all about last night? Surely Astarion couldn’t think that all of that had stayed within his own four walls, even if he’d clearly underestimated just how thin the walls were.
“Eventually,” he decided, relieved that he sounded a little bit more convincingly casual. Astarion hummed inquisitively, somehow even closer. How was he moving so quietly?
“Eventually? Did something keep you up?”
God, he was infuriating. Gale didn’t reply, steadfastedly pulling his filled coffee mug from under the machine and taking a sip. Ouch . He hissed at the burning hot liquid, and Astarion chuckled, sounding like he was directly behind Gale.
Sure enough, a hand appeared on Gale’s waist, and he felt Astarion’s breath against his ear.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself, darling. Next time… Feel free to knock on my door.”
He plucked Gale’s coffee easily from his hand, slinking past him and leaving the kitchen with two mugs. Gale stood there for a solid minute, frozen, before he rushed back into his room to take care of himself once again.