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Gale’s back arched as he squirmed for the umpteenth time. He’d been waiting for what felt like eternity. Blindfolded with his arms bound behind his back. Gagged with a strip of leather. His face pressed against the rough carpet on the floor as he knelt down upon it. No doubt red with a very possible rug burn forming.
All of this on top of not having a shred of clothing on his person. His nakedness for the world to see.
Well, for Astarion to see at the very least.
Though, he hoped the spawn was still in the room. It felt like so long and no matter how hard he strained his hearing, he couldn’t hear the man. Didn’t help that the bastard didn’t need to breathe.
He would groan or growl or even whine if he didn’t want to be oh so good.
The order given to him was to be good. Don’t get up. Don’t speak. Just be good.
The thought alone had kept him at least half-mast for however long he’d been kneeling. Even with his thighs cramping and his knees starting to ache. The burn was what kept him just focused enough to keep going.
That and the plug that was inserted into him at the beginning of this. It was there to remind him of the reward he’d get if he was good. So frustratingly close while doing nothing for him but being a tease.
Just had to focus on his breathing.
Finally, fucking finally, Astarion’s silky voice began to speak.
“I’m impressed, wizard. Didn’t think you’d last this long. Perhaps these lessons in patience are finally paying off, hm?” He heard footsteps then. Walking somewhere to the left of him. “Maybe you’ll learn not to rush an experiment when things don’t go your way?”
Despite the healing potion and the trip to a healer, he could still feel the electricity coursing through him. Remembered how his heart seized as who knows how much lightning went through his veins. Admittedly, it wasn’t one of his more…finer moments.
Astarion was rightly angry with him.
Knowing that the threat of death wasn’t enough to prevent him from doing such reckless bullshitery in the future, Astarion had suggested that Gale is -ahem- punished properly. Nailing a lesson onto their sessions for good measure.
Astarion’s fingernail just barely scraped against his back and it instantly sent shivers down his spine. Nearly shocked him into moaning.
“Do you know how long you’ve been like this, pet?” He asks sweetly. Tracing his finger over his back and across the fat of his rolls on his sides. He didn’t wait for Gale to answer. “Three hours.”
Has it been that long?
It felt both not nearly that long and far longer all at once.
“I was thinking of having you here for longer, but I’ll give you credit. For your first time with this punishment, you were quite good.” Astarion purred into his ear. Blowing a stream of air over his ear after.
Another shiver wracked his body. His erection back at full-mast.
Gale could practically hear that smarmy grin on the other’s face. “You think you deserve to be my good boy? Good boys aren’t so reckless, darling. Good boys don’t make Daddy rush them to the damn healers, do they?”
Gale hated how many repressed kinks Astarion had gotten out of him over the time they’ve been together.
Gale couldn’t respond. Drool had been dripping from his gag onto the floor, matting his beard. His face already felt rubbed raw from the carpet and knew shaking his head would just aggravate it more.
A sharp pull on his hair forced his head up though. His blindfold was removed. Forcing his dazed gaze to look up at the vampire. Whom was still fully dressed and seemingly unfazed. Seemingly, that is, until you saw his eyes. The dead give away to whatever his lover was feeling.
“Are you all right, dear?” He asks causally as he slips the leather from his lips.
He rasps out, “Yes.” A pleading look in his eyes.
With a dark chuckle, he puts the blindfold back in place, puts the gag back in his mouth and pushes his head to the floor again.
That cold hand trailed over his skin once more. Gracing him with his whole hand and not just a lowly finger. He hums deliciously. “Gods. I could look at you all day like this. You are simply gorgeous.” The room was dangerously quiet and he strained to find where he was again. Was he going to have him kneel here for three more hours?
Didn’t have to wait long when two hands smacked down onto his ass. Grabbing handfuls to pull his cheeks apart to admire the plug, no doubt.
“Delicious,” He hears Astarion mutter. A bite to his right cheek causes him to hiss. “Maybe I should have you painted like this. Hang this up in the hall. Where everyone can see how filthy you really are. Show off what I get to have to anybody that enters this tower. Any objections?”
Gale lets out a whine.
“Hmmm. I agree. Better make it the library.” Cold fingers traced around the plug. Around his hole. “So you always remember, in your research, who you belong to.” He slaps his ass, causing him to jerk and moan behind the bondage. “Who you need to keep in mind,” slap, “at who is really hurt when you pull stunts like that.” Slap, slap, slap.
Gale breathes heavily through his nose.
“However,” He pauses as he soothingly runs his hands over the marks he just created, “I did say you were a good boy. You took your punishment like a professional, darling. I did promise a reward.”
He whined particularly loud at that.
Ever so slowly -either to torture him or as to not harm him, who knows- the plug was removed from his hole. Leaving him too empty for his liking. Like he was missing a piece of himself. Though those refreshingly cold hands were on his cheeks once more. Rubbing soothing circles.
Gale melts into the floor. Shuddering and sighing.
The hands disappear and he holds his breath. The tension was palpable as he waited for them to return. Knowing that when they did they would return with lubricant.
It was too long of a wait. Perhaps Astarion wasn’t content in his punishment at all. Anger still raging beneath that sultry, silky tone of his. That it was a trick to have him waiting there for even longer. Leave him a quivering, leaking mess until he goes mad with desire.
Of course, his overactive imagination ignored his surroundings. So when that long, thick elven cock started probing at his entrance he genuinely gasped.
“There we are,” Astarion purred.
His cock was dripping grease as he slowly eased himself in. Dripping down at his taint, to his balls, and down to the carpet below. Oh hells. They were going to need to tear it out, weren’t they? He did like this carpet. Expensive. Took forever to find it and it will take ages to find a decent mat-gasp!
While he was, once again, lost in his thoughts, Astarion ruthlessly slid home. Probably could tell he wasn’t in the moment like he should be.
Astarion didn’t even give him any further reasons to form any thoughts after that.
A punishing pace was set. Pounding ruthlessly into his hole. Astarion’s cock slamming against every little spot inside him. His face being further pushed into the now ruined carpet.
It was all he could think about. Being absolutely ravished to the point of stupidity. Those pesky thoughts flying right out of his ‘pretty little head’, as Astarion likes to say. He felt the pleasure within but also the pain outside. In his wrists as he subconsciously pulled against his restraints and on his face as he’s fucked into the floor. Mixing with the pleasure in such a way that it just heightened the wonderful sensation.
Gale couldn't help but whine, groan and moan behind the gag. Muffling sounds that no doubt would reach two houses over if Astarion allowed it. Drool soaking through and pooling beneath him.
“Look at you. You can be good when you put your mind to it.” Astarion was grunting ruthlessly as he pistoned into him. “All it takes is proper re-in-forcement!” Each statement was met with a particularly harsh thrust. Only furthering his brain turning into mush. Causing tears to stream down his face. It was so overwhelmingly erotic. Astarion always made it so that his deepest, most hidden fantasies came true. Far better than those fantasies, even.
The pleasure was building to staggering height. Intimidating. He was huffing and moaning, his body was so tense you could lose an arrow with more ease. He was shaking and trembling. He felt his skin tingling as he felt himself hold his breath, getting closer and closer to his release.
Astarion brutally hit his prostate with a snarl that forced out Gale’s long awaited orgasm.
He cries out. Vision whiting out as he cums with the force of it.
It takes ages for Gale to come back to himself. His brain was rebooting and he was waiting for it to be fully functional again.
He blinks for a few seconds to find himself no longer on the rough carpet, no longer bound or blinded, but on the lounge in his study covered in Astarion’s coveted plush furs. The fire in the hearth was burning strongly. A pleasant glow in the dark room. Easy on his eyes. Wine sat on the table along with a plate of cheese and meats.
“Wha-?”
“There you are, my love. Are you back with me?”
Gale squints as he looks up. Finding he was lounging against Astarion. A lone blanket covering both of their entwined, naked, legs. A cool hand was petting his hip. Tender eyes watching his every move.
“How…How did we-” He asks. Then coughs from his dry throat.
Astarion snorts. Reaching next to him to bring out a glass of water. Pressing it to his glass. Which he accepted greedily. Finally realizing he was parched. “Only you would notice that. I carried you here, darling. As lovely as you looked hog-tied, I figured you would appreciate a more ...comfortable position.”
Gale pulls away from the glass, gasping. Staring up at Astarion with big, brown eyes.
Astarion tilts his head with the fondest of smiles on his face. He sets the glass aside in favor of caressing his jaw. Gale could purr at the simple touch. “Cute.” He comments.
Gale sighs. Leaning heavily into his partner.
He was starting to feel his sore muscles. The burns on his face and knees seemed to disappear, perhaps a healing potion, but he could still feel the tingling effects. But he was still satisfied, even if his limbs felt stiff.
Gale inhales deeply. “I…apologize. For needlessly risking my life. I have a great mind, perhaps I should use it more often.”
Astarion hums in approval. Pressing a kiss onto his temple. Squeezing him tight. “Good boy.”