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“Gale? What are you doing?” Astarion’s voice precedes his arrival to the library where Gale is reading, curled up in his favorite plush chair.
Gale doesn’t even get to respond before the vampire starts talking again.
“Ah, reading. How delightfully boring. Alright, well, put your book down and come with me. I’m rather in the mood for a little romp!” Clapping his hands, Astarion turns and leaves the library with a skip in his step.
Gale doesn’t move a muscle. It takes only a few moments for the almighty Vampire Ascendent to come back into the room, ears pinned back in irritation.
“Did you not hear me? I said, put your book down and follow—”
“What kind of romp are you planning?” Astarion sputters at the interruption, but Gale doesn’t even look up from his book.
“Darling, I did think you were smart enough to figure that out! The sexual kind, obviously.”
“Obviously.” Gale rolls his eyes and finally looks up from his book. “I mean, am I going to be doing all the work or do you just want me to lay down and be a warm hole for you to use?”
Silence reigns for a moment as Astarion processes what Gale said, then he screws his face up and crosses his arms, looking not unlike a petulant child.
“Now just what is that supposed to mean? I do plenty of ‘work’!”
“Answer the question, Astarion.” The vampire glares at the man but quickly shakes off his irritation. Replacing it with his most seductive smile, he begins to sway his way towards where Gale is reading.
“Well… I was rather hoping to ravage you this afternoon, lover~”
“Oh. Well then, no thank you.” Gale turns the page of his book.
“What? What do you mean, ‘no’?” Astarion stops in his tracks, voice leaping up an octave in his indignance. “You’re saying no just because you don’t get to be on top?! That's not fair! It’s my turn—”
Gale looks up and raises an eyebrow, causing the vampire to stop short.
“Astarion.” He frowns at the other, voice sharp and stern - a tone more often used on misbehaving students as opposed to his misbehaving partner.
The wizard can’t help but be amused when Astarion’s ears perk and he stands up straighter.
“I am allowed to say no, as are you. I’m saying no now because when you top, it’s no fun for me. There’s no foreplay and all you do is thrust a couple of times, come, then leave me high and dry. I could probably keep reading and not even notice you did anything.” The vampire starts to spit out complaints, but Gale raises his voice to speak over them. “If you want to rut into me like a dog, Astarion, then you should behave like one.” He grins slyly. “Get on your knees and bark for me. Then, and only then, will I allow you to fuck me.”
Astarion, mouth hanging open, is rendered frozen in shock. Since he Ascended, few have dared to talk to him like that. Gale is proud to be very likely the only one allowed to back-talk the vampire and live to tell the tale. The vampire’s hands begin to shake and he curls his lips back in a snarl, much to Gale’s entertainment.
“Excuse me?” The other’s voice slithers threateningly around the mage. “How dare you speak to me with such insolence. You should be grateful I deign to allow you into my chambers, much less give you the privilege of being fucked by me.”
“So that’s a no, then?” Gale merely raises an eyebrow at Astarion’s ire, which of course serves only to make him angrier.
“Clearly! I am the Vampire Ascendant! Not some dog to be ordered around for your amusement! I will not beg to fuck my own gods-damned consort! In fact - you will get on your knees and beg for my cock!” He rolls his shoulders back and looks down his nose at Gale, seeming very proud of himself. The wizard doesn’t move, however.
“I gave my conditions, dear. If you would like to fuck me tonight, you'll have to bark. We can do something else, if you'd like? Or you can leave me to read.”
There is a breath where everything is still. They’re both maintaining eye contact and the very air around the couple is as tense as a bowstring. It feels like a release when Astarion scoffs and looks away.
“Why must you make this so difficult, wizard?” Astarion grunts, kicking the carpet. Gale smiles fondly and tilts his head to rest it in his hand.
“Just to irritate you, my dear. Is it working?”
“Yes! Why can’t I just fuck you and get it over with?”
“Because this is more fun. Besides! It’s been an awfully long time since you relaxed and properly submitted. You haven’t since back when we—” The elf shoots him a glare while taking a couple of steps forward. “I imagine a part of you still misses it—”
Gale can see in Astarion’s body language that he’s interested - arms loose by his sides and leaning towards the human slightly - but he seems to still be trying to hold onto the false bravado he’s gained since Ascending. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Astarion reaches out to rest his fingertips on the top of Gale’s head, tapping out a slow rhythm.
“-- doesn’t it?” As Gale whispers the end of his sentence, Astarion seems to come to a decision, eyes snapping to meet the other’s.
“You’re making an awful lot of assumptions. Be careful where you tread, dear.” Gale smirks knowingly but nods once. The Ascendent takes a breath and sighs haughtily.
“You’re a fool for delaying and complicating what we both want, but fine. I will NOT bark for you like some mongrel, but I shall entertain your silly little ideas besides.” Astarion, holding Gale’s gaze, finally sinks to his knees.
“There.” His voice is nearly a growl. “I’m on my knees for you. Are you happy, darling?” The elf’s ears are pinned back and his lip is curled in a show of irritation even as Gale sets his book aside and uncrosses his legs.
“Yes, I am happy! Thank you! Good boy!” Gale’s voice is pitched almost mockingly joyful, but he soothes the hurt by leaning forward and scratching behind Astarion’s ear. There’s a spark of something in the Ascendent’s eye; a flash of a long-buried desire to be good for his lover. He twitches into the fingers on his scalp briefly before the mask of authority slams back down and he shoves Gale’s hand away.
“Don’t mock me, wizard. I should rip you apart for such a transgression.”
Gale smiles and leans back in his chair, knees falling open lazily.
“Just because I'm indulging you and your little game doesn’t mean you get to…”
His voice trails off momentarily when he sees Gale undoing the laces of his pants. The wizard slides a hand into his underwear, humming softly as he starts to touch himself. Astarion shakes his head minutely and smiles sarcastically up to the other.
“You can’t distract me that easily. I'm just indulging you and your little game. You’re my pet, not the other way around. You’d do well to remember that, mage.” The vampire sniffs haughtily and Gale can’t help but chuckle.
“Oh sure, you could rip me apart easily. But you won't. You wouldn’t hurt your favorite toy, would you?” He makes a show of biting his lip before gazing through his lashes at Astarion.
“You look so pretty like this, you know. Those big beautiful eyes gazing up at me…” He gives a quiet, desperate gasp, his cock sensitive as it hardens. “Would my puppy like to watch?” The vampire’s ears, blushed oh so slightly pink, flutter forward once more.
“Oh? Oh, yes, do give me a show, darling!” Astarion claps, shimmying his shoulders. “You know I love watching you fall apart for me~” He reaches forward and rests a hand on Gale’s knee, but jerks back when the human tuts sharply.
“I said you could watch. Watching a show means no touching.”
Astarion huffs and sits back on his haunches, hands resting calmly on his thighs. He raises an eyebrow at Gale and gets a warm smile in return. “That’s right, lovey. Hands to yourself.”
All the wizard has to do is hook his underwear under his balls and his cock is exposed to the air. “There we are…” Already hard, Gale murmurs softly and starts to properly stroke himself. He moves leisurely, taking his time to rub the pads of his fingers into the base of his dick before drifting his hand up to thumb over his slit. He lets his breathing rough up, eyes half-lidded but bright and focused as he watches the man kneeling before him.
Astarion has always been fairly easy for Gale to read. Where most people might find him difficult to understand past the character he puts up, Gale has spent enough time around pompous scholars to know how to see past a persona. All of this to say that despite Astarion’s expression of amused indifference, Gale can tell that his lover is paying rapt attention.
“You used to be so eager to be on your knees for me. Do you remember?”
Astarion blinks and frowns up at Gale when he brings up the past. He opens his mouth to give a likely snippy response, but the human ignores him.
“You’ve always been so beautiful - ah - but especially so when you were on your knees, lips wrapped around my fingers or cock…” He slides his hand down to fondle his balls, a soft moan easing out of him. “And you so badly wanted to be good for me. Any time I praised you, you’d shiver so cutely. My cute, good little boy.” Gale pants out a chuckle when Astarion unsuccessfully suppresses a shiver. “Yes, just like that! You really are such a sweet thing, aren’t you?”
Gale takes his hand off his dick and reaches out, palm up.
“Spit, dearest.”
The Ascendant hesitates for a moment, seemingly battling with himself, before making eye contact and leaning forward. Instead of spitting, though, he laves the flat of his tongue over the human’s hand. A groan is surprised out of Gale and the elf grins toothily.
“Oh, you perfect beast.” The wizard sighs, returning to stroking himself with his newly wet hand. Now his movements are faster, his grip tighter, his breathing heavier. He’s enjoying the performance, moving his free hand up to grope his pec through his shirt. He moans lowly and tugs on his nipple at the same time as he runs his thumb over the head of his cock. The feeling, the little lightning zips of pleasure, make his back arch slightly and his head turn erratically.
Though his head has turned away in his shifting, Gale is still watching the man on the floor; so he gets the singular pleasure of seeing Astarion trying desperately to hide his stuttered breathing. He squirms a little and wets his lips, his hands twitching on either side of his own prominent erection. There’s a lovely blush staining his cheeks that he’d definitely deny if brought up and even though his ears are perked, his expression remains carefully bored and indifferent.
Gale is simply pleased to see him so affected.
“You’re being such a good pup…” Astarion twitches when Gale begins to speak again, almost like he’d been distracted. “I’m - mh - I’m proud of you for being so patient and polite. Would you like a treat for being so well-behaved?”
“What-” The vampire scoffs. “Do you want me to feed from you or something?” Though his tone is aloof, there is a clear sheen of desire in his gaze.
“Hah, perhaps later.” Gale murmurs, filing it away. “Why don’t you help me take these pants off, hm?” He lifts his hips and pushes at his pants, whispering his thanks when Astarion tugs them and his underwear off for him.
Were it anyone else, the speed at which he removes the mage’s clothes would seem desperate; but as it is the Vampire Ascendant pawing at pants and underwear and throwing them aside haphazardly, desperation would never be acknowledged as the motivation. He’d likely say it was an ‘elegant showing of his superior strength’ and nothing more.
Gale hums pleasantly, slouching in the chair. He briefly shuffles to get comfortable, but then relaxes and raises one of his legs.
“I’m going to put my foot on your shoulder. Is that alright?”
“Yes fine, if you must.” The vampire affirms, bright eyes drinking in the sight of his lover’s displayed cock and hole before his face. He idly rests a hand on the other’s shin when an ankle is hooked over his shoulder. Gale mutters briefly and the hand on him becomes slick with grease, causing Astarion to start and look at his hand, then up at the wizard.
“Go ahead.” Gale breathes. “You may touch. Open me up, Star.”
Astarion licks his lips and nods, smoothing his greasy hand up Gale’s leg. It leaves a slimy trail and mats his hair, but for now, the wizard doesn’t mind. He just closes his eyes and resumes slowly stroking himself, reveling in the feeling of the elf’s touch on his broad thigh. Deft fingers dance over his taint and slide between his cheeks, parting them enough to feel the velvet of his puckered hole. A cool finger pets the fluttering skin and Gale can’t help but inhale sharply. He feels more than hears Astarion’s puff of laughter before a finger is carefully pushed into him.
A zip of pleasure races up his spine and he grins. The vampire usually opens him up, of course, but it’d been an awfully long time since his pleasure had been focused on, and he is determined to enjoy it.
Astarion moves slow at first, allowing Gale to adjust to the penetration, but is quick to speed up his thrusts. The wizard had always preferred a fast, hard fuck, and after so long together the vampire knows perfectly how to give him what he wants.
Gale, his cock now flushed a dark red and leaking pre, arches his back and keens as a second finger is added. Perhaps a little too soon, but he’s certainly not going to complain.
He tries to match the stroking of his cock to the thrusts of Astarion’s fingers, but the elf catches on quickly and begins to pause at random, scissoring his fingers within him, drawing a startled gasp of Astarion’s name from him.
Gale thinks he might not last long like this, as pent-up and attention-starved as he’s been feeling lately. Pleasure is dancing through his muscles with each firm stroke of his prostate and he’s struggling not to thrust wantonly down onto those lovely fingers.
However, about the time Astarion would add a third finger, the human realizes suddenly that the pleasure is changing. The fingers that had been working him so confidently are now staggering, slowing in their thrusts.
“Astarion, are you…” Gale opens his eyes and stops his own stroking, instead sitting up to gaze down at the other in confusion.
Astarion is panting fast, skin flushed a bright pink, eyelids drooped in pure arousal, lips parted slightly. He’s breathless and gorgeous and a little disheveled, but that’s not what Gale focuses on.
Though Gale can’t see below Astarion’s mid chest, he can tell from movement alone that the elf is touching himself.
“Hey now…” Gale clears his throat and uses the foot still on the ground to kick the vampire’s hand away from himself. Astarion jolts and whines, frowning up at the other.
“What now? You said I could touch! Aren’t I supposed to be following your instructions?”
“I said - ah - I said you could touch, yes. But I meant you could touch me, not yourself.” He momentarily rolls his head back as Astarion returns to rubbing at his prostrate, but breathes deep and focuses on the topic at hand again.
“But… I’d be a terrible person if I didn’t allow my sweet dog to chase his own pleasure.”
The vampire has a shit-eating grin on his face, but it immediately falls when Gale slides his leg up to hold his shin against Astarion’s bulge, the top of his foot pressing nicely against the bottom of his balls.
“Go ahead, rut against my leg like the puppy you are.”
The ascendent, frozen for only a second, gawks at him.
“I- I will do no such thing!” His voice is shrill with embarrassment. “That is - that is far below what someone of my status should do! I will not allow you to make a fool of—"
“Astarion.” Gale’s voice is gentle and his smile is loving. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay. But remember; it’s just us, love. You can let go.” Astarion screws his face up and looks away, chewing on his cheek again. The wizard gives him the time to think, despite the fact that the other is still knuckle-deep in his ass.
After a few seconds of silence, the vampire takes in a slow, fluttering breath and nods. The flush staining his face is reaching down onto his neck now. Without looking up, he wraps his free arm around Gale’s calf and tests a slow roll of his hips. His eyes screw shut and he makes a quiet, vulnerable sound.
“Oh, sweetheart…” Gale props himself up further and reaches out to pet his lover’s hair. The vampire opens his eyes and gazes up at him, pupils blown wide with pleasure and lust.
“Are you alright?” Gale murmurs. Astarion nods and rests his face on Gale’s thigh.
“Yes, I’m fine.” He rolls his hips again. “It’s- I’m feeling- I’m fine.”
“You’re doing so well. I’m very proud of you for allowing yourself to relax. Thank you for trusting me.”
“Shut up.” Astarion snaps, glaring. “Don’t make this a big thing. I’m just… I’m just using you for my pleasure.” The Vampire Ascendant's voice is closer to a petulant whine than he’d ever admit. Gale laughs and drops himself back down into his slouched lay.
“Oh, of course. My apologies. Please, continue ‘using’ me.” Astarion growls and turns his head to bite carefully at the mage’s inner thigh, very suddenly thrusting his fingers into Gale. A gasp is punched out of the human and Astarion chuckles.
Haltingly, he starts to roll his hips at a more regular pace, tiny whines escaping very occasionally. The arm that is wrapped around Gale’s leg tightens and he pulls himself closer, nestling his nose into the hot space beside Gale’s sac, parted lips panting sweet little puffs of air over the sensitive skin.
“There you go, sweet thing.” Gale whispers, petting Astarion’s hair with one hand and returning to slowly stroking himself with the other.
Astarion does return to thrusting his fingers in and out of Gale after a moment, seemingly timing his hand’s movements with the rolling of his hips.
“Sorry...” Gale mutters between breathless whines when his hips jolt up and he feels Astarion’s face push harshly into his groin. He’s doing his best not to move his hips now that the other’s face is right there, but it’s difficult when his body can’t decide if it should thrust up into his own hand or down onto the wonderful penetration.
For his part, Astarion seems inspired by the movement and begins to lick and suck at any skin he can reach. With his nose still buried in Gale’s pubes, he mostly mouths at his balls, taking one at a time into his mouth to delicately suck and roll his tongue around them. Gale sobs and grips the vampire’s hair tight, unconsciously holding him in place.
“My - ah - my beautiful boy. You’re so good to me dearest. Ssss- so good. So good -” He’s blabbering now, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing but the indescribable pleasure matters to him. He works his cock, furiously fisting at himself, thighs quivering around Astarion’s head.
He can feel Astarion rutting, chasing his pleasure against him, and the knowledge of it very nearly sends him over the edge. Leaking and painfully close, his back arches and he slurs out the other’s name, cursing and crying.
Between ragged sobs, he hears Astarion’s soft moans turn into needy begging, a stream of beatific pleas spilling from his lips.
With a cry of Astarion’s name, Gale’s orgasm rips through him and he paints the Ascendant’s face with ribbons of hot come. The vampire keens and thrusts all the more desperately against his leg.
“Astar- Star- Gods, please, slow down.” Gale, gasping for air, tugs lightly at the other’s hair. “You’ll h… hurt yourself.” After a moment, Astarion does slow his rutting, carefully pulling his fingers from Gale’s hole in the meantime. He’s still mouthing at his balls but Gale doesn’t stop him, enjoying the oversensitivity that sends sharp pleasure through him.
He allows himself to rest for a minute, catching his breath and lovingly carding his fingers through the other’s hair. Astarion has stopped his erratic rutting in preference of lazy thrusts, dragging his hips forward and back without any real thought. When Gale manages to open his eyes and look down at the vampire, he finds the man looking beyond blissed out; eyes closed, ears drooping, hair properly mussed, lips spit slick and turned up in a small smile. Come drips indulgently down his face.
“Look at you… lovely little pup…” Gale reaches down and swipes his fingertips through the mess. Before he’s able to find something to wipe his fingers on, the elf lifts his head just enough to lick to come off, whimpering as he sucks Gale’s fingers into his mouth. He feels Astarion’s hips stutter against his shin and he briefly bites his lip.“Darling, sweetheart - can you open your eyes for me?” Gale murmurs. Astarion does and the wizard can’t deny the arousal that jolts through him. The vampire’s eyes are nearly black his pupils have dilated so much. He looks up with glazed eyes, still absentmindedly suckling at Gale’s fingers and rolling his hips.
“Alright dearest, I’m going to ask you a question. Are you okay to answer right now?” He receives a very deliberate nod and relaxes slightly. “Very good, thank you. Now, you have three options. One; we are done here and go wash up. Two; I get you off and we go wash up. Three; we continue the scene and you may fuck me. Which would you like to do?” There are a couple of beats of silence before Astarion frowns slightly and lets Gale’s fingers out of his mouth.
“Are you able to go again?” His voice is uncharacteristically soft.
“Yes, I think I can.” Gale murmurs lovingly. Astarion nods once and looks down. The fingers that had been in the wizard have begun to slowly drift up and down his cock, but he doesn’t point it out - he rather likes the feeling, after all.
After a few seconds of thought, the vampire looks up and smiles mischievously.
“Arf arf.”
Gale’s eyebrows shoot up and after a breath, he leans over and kisses Astarion’s forehead.
“Ohh, you wonderfully good boy!” He laughs. “You silly, silly doggy! Alright, up you get then.” He helps the Ascendant to his feet and assists in taking off the man’s pants and underwear, kindly not saying anything about the large wet spot staining his clothes. Astarion, in turn, helps Gale out of his chair.
Gale moves to a nearby desk and cleans it off, aware of the other’s gaze boring into his back. When he turns back around, Astarion has stripped the rest of the way and is stalking over, eyes suddenly much more intense than before. He crowds the wizard against the desk and leans in to kiss the side of his neck. Cool hands grab his hips and squeeze once before pushing up and under Gale’s shirt, easily finding his chest and tugging at his nipples. Gale, still sensitive from just coming, gasps. He rolls his head to expose more of his neck, half expecting Astarion to bite and end this little game they’ve been playing.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, the vampire pulls Gale’s shirt off, once again tossing it away without looking, and licks a long stripe up the human’s throat. He moves slowly down, taking one of the nipples he’d just been fondling into his mouth and sucking hungrily. He switches and gives the other side the same treatment. Gale moans happily when Astarion starts leaving a trail of little lovebites and hickeys on his way back up his chest. A hand gently circles his half-hard dick and works over him, rubbing the bottom of the head until Gale is squirming and crying and so quickly hard again.
“There we are…” Astarion murmurs, copying Gale’s earlier phrase. “Now I get to fuck you, right?” He’d forever deny the excited hope in his voice and the way he shamelessly frots their cocks together.
“What do you say, love?” Gale teases, almost dizzy with renewed arousal. Astarion pulls away from where he’d been leaving a hickey on the human’s neck and frowns at him.
“I already barked! I don’t have to say anything.”
“I was - ah - looking for a please.” Gale laughs, gently pushing the elf back enough so he can turn around and prop his arms on the desk. “But you were a very good boy, so I suppose I won’t hold your reward back from you anymore.” As he watches over his shoulder, Astarion takes his still slippery hand and works it over his cock, eyes big and round and so prettily desperate. Gale makes a show of lowering his chest to the desk and spreading his legs, presenting his ass, and he grins to himself when he hears the muttered curses dripping from the other’s lips.
Astarion grabs a handful of Gale’s ass with his clean hand and squeezes once, twice, as a warning before pushing into the human’s still-loose hole with a low growl. Just like when he was fingering him, the elf thrusts slow and shallow, at first, likely savoring the heat of his mortal lover.
Nails bite into the soft skin of Gale’s hips, leaving little crescent shapes behind as they travel up, scratching at his back and shoulders until Astarion twists his clean fingers into Gale’s hair, using the hold to tug him backward. Astarion thrusts and pulls and Gale is brought back to meet the forward thrust with a backward movement of his own. Gale is babbling, brief gasps of Astarion’s name and snippets of praise. They do nothing to cover the heinously decadent noises of their fucking.
Gale’s hands scrabble over the wood of the desk, searching for purchase, but there is little to find. Astarion’s cock is slamming further and further into him and he feels like he’s full to bursting.
“I’m - ah, fuck - I’m not gonna lassst.” Astarion slurs, and Gale swells with the knowledge that he’s taken the Vampire Ascendant apart so thoroughly.
“Bite me.” He pleads. “P-please, Star. Please bite-” He yelps, Astarion surprising him by suddenly dropping his torso onto Gale’s back. His hair is pulled gracelessly to the side and teeth are sunk into the back of his neck.
Astarion has folded himself over and bitten into the scruff of his neck and Gale has never been happier.
He very nearly screams, pleasure-pain searing through his veins as Astarion pounds him into the desk. He’s not even sure Astarion is actually drinking from him and the thought that he’s merely holding onto him, claiming him, serves only to make him all the more aroused.
Astarion comes with a feral snarl, shuddering and spilling deep inside Gale.
Gale’s babbling devolves into pleas and almost nonsensical noises. He’s so close he can feel it behind his eyes and he begs. Sobs out prayers for Astarion to keep going, fuck him harder, give him more. And Astarion does just that, tightening his jaws and pulling Gale’s hair, fucking erratically into him.
Gale comes only moments later with a broken wail.
They fall still after that, trying to catch their breath and coming down from their respective highs. Astarion detaches himself from the back of Gale’s neck and laves his tongue over the wound, purring a soft apology. Gale melts into the desk and just grins. He’s well fucked and blissed out in a way he hasn’t been in a while.
“Thank you…” He breathes. He knows they’ll probably need to talk about this at some point, but for now, he reaches over and holds Astarion’s hand, squeezing gently. The vampire above him pauses, kisses his shoulder, and quickly squeezes his hand in return.
Then, with a deep, bolstering breath, he lets go of Gale’s hand and pushes himself up.
“There.” The Vampire Ascendant pulls out, sympathy flickering very briefly across his gaze when Gale whimpers quietly before being replaced by haughty aloofness. “Was that everything you wanted it to be, wizard? Was your game a success?”
Gale laughs and also makes to stand, but finds his legs weak and wobbly beneath him. After a moment’s consideration, he turns around and sits on the desk, trying not to care about the come leaking out of him and onto the wood.
“Yes, love.” He smiles, reaching out and pulling Astarion into a kiss. “You were a very good dog.”