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Astarion was quite the amusing character, Gale always felt entranced by him. His chuckle, his eyes that were always watching closely at those around him, the way he had an unparalleled appetite for blood, specifically Gales. At first, Astarion wasn’t a fan of the taste, claiming it to be acid. However, he admitted after more times tasting it, he’d learned to enjoy it, the perhaps exotic flavor. Gale finds all of it amusing; however, the thing he finds most entertaining is the way that Astarion always knows when he’s gotten off.
There was no surprise from Gale after the second or third time. He was a healthy man who got off regularly, it helped reduce stress, as did sex. On the occasions that he was in need of some assistance, Astarion would come slithering into his tent. When he didn’t want to bother the vampire, he’d simply get off on his own. Something inside of Astarion must’ve just known, laying his head down beside Gale's thigh and sighing dramatically.
“Are you perhaps mad?” Gale chuckles, looking down at Astarion who just gives him a mocking frown. He feigns anger, turning on the sleeping bag, pouting. Gale puts his book down, the vampire looks over his shoulder, waiting for the latter to make a move. Astarion huffs, mumbling something, so Gale sits next to him, kissing his necks softly.
Astarion pulls himself onto Gale's thigh, “You should’ve asked for help.” he sneers, fake out still on his face. He licks his teeth, biting slightly into the skin guarded by cloth. In turn, Gale bites his lip slightly, “I didn’t need help.” he laughs, Astarion groaning. He looks offended yet again, mumbling into Gale's thigh, he lifts up and stares into the beautiful eyes of the wizard. Astarion lets Gale flip him over, spreading his legs slightly to allow access for him to slide between them. He looks up at Gale, riding his hands to fiddle with the edges of his hair.
Astarion swirls the strands around, “What did you think about?” he whispers, lust in his tone. Gale stares deep into those vampiric eyes, letting his gaze fall to smirking lips. He kisses Astarion who happily reciprocates, humming in appreciation. When they pull back, there’s a blush on each of their faces. Gale grinds his hips down slightly, “You’ll be upmost pleased to hear I was thinking of you.” he says with a joking tone. Astarion hums, pulling both of their clothing off, he marvels at the look of Gales chest. His skin is plush, soft and hairy. Gale reels at the feeling of wind blowing through the tent. He begins kissing down Astarions neck, trailing them to his shoulders.
Astarion preens, letting his hands wander down Gales' back. He slips his fingertips down the middle, reveling in the shiver that runs through the wizard's body. There's the drip of oil down his hole, Gales fingers proding to open him up. His body feels warm, cheeks tinted pink as Gale marvels at the way his body shivers. The sensation of Gale's skin on his feels amazing yet unreal to Astarion. He returns the favor of pleasure to Gale, jerking him off while he’s being stretched. Gale works him slowly, never one to push Astarion out of his comfort zone, a zone he knows well by now.
For as long as they’ve been intimate, Astarion has been open with his sexual desires, he allows Gale to take control of his body, trusting him fully in their most vulnerable moments. He’s spent centuries being a tool of Cazadors and now he’s finally able to enjoy intimacy, the inferno that comes with such love and passion that lasts deep into the night.
Gales eyes trail his body hungry, fingers working quicker, desperation to feel Astarions warmth setting in. Astarion bites his lip in response, muffling a moan then kissing the cheeky smile off of Gale's face. He lets Gale know he’s ready by whispering out, “Come on darling, I’m not glass.”
Gale listens, enjoying the feeling of Astarions hands on his body, despite the cold of them he still feels warmth burning across his skin. He pulls away and slowly pushes his length inside of Astarion who tightens and groans. With Gale on top of him, Astarion feels comfort in this moment. As Gale slowly picks up his thrusts, he keeps his eyes on Astarions face which twists with discomfort. Astarion connects their eyes, letting a smile fall on his lips as his body begins to relax. His face morphs into pleasure, Gale kisses him while moving his hips slowly.
Astarion tugs on his hair, “Faster, god, don’t be a tease,” he groans, rolling his eyes slightly while Gale laughs at his tone. He’s weak to Astarions pleading red eyes, picking his speed up. Astarion knows Gale isn’t like the others he’s been with, he knows Gale loves him. He’s different, special. Astarion pulls his head down by his hair, kisses him passionately. He hums with satisfaction when Gale slips his tongue into his mouth, legs shaking from where they sit behind Gale's back. His back slightly aches from the ground beneath him, he can’t bring himself to complain when Gale is driving him crazy.
He rocks his hips into Gales, driving the latter crazy, knowing Astarion wants him just as bad drives Gale wild. Gale picks up, quicker and steadily hitting Astarions sweet spot. Between kisses, Astarion lets out a light moan signifying him finishing onto his chest. Gale doesn’t take long to finish himself, the aide from Astarion tightening against him is more than enough to push him over. He shivers, grunting when he finishes inside of Astarion. The vampire pants, eyes lingering on Gales skin, watching when he slowly pulls out.
They both let out sighs, finally cooling down. Astarion pulls himself onto Gales chest, he happily sets his head down against where Gales heart lies. It doesn’t take long for him to fall into a sleep like state, Gales hand rubbing up his back slowly. Astarion can make out symbols before he’s out completely. Gale kisses his head before debating whether or not he should clean up or join Astarion in resting. He decides to fall asleep, eyes fluttering closed as tomorrow they have a journey to continue, one that will surely blossom joyful memories that will withstand the dreadful movement of time.