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"Fuck."
Gale had pushed Astarion away to come up for air, his lips puffy, his eyes wild with lust. Astarion's hand gripped his throat, just tight enough for Gale's danger kink to activate. Their trousers were pulled down, Gale's pooled around his feet, Astarion's too tight to fall further than his thighs without help. Neither wanted to pull their hands away from their current placements long enough to remedy that.
Gale was gripping Astarion's hips with his hands, as Astarion's fingers wrapped around both of their cocks. His deft fingers looked divine, pale thumb rubbing the dark head of Gale's member as he fisted them together roughly.
"You intolerable twat. Why can't I get enough of you." Astarion sneered before he crashed his lips into Gale's again. They'd been at it for what felt like ages, Astarion bringing them both to the edge before squeezing the base of their cocks as best he could with one hand, preventing both of their releases. Tucked in a corner room of Moonrise Towers, back against cool stone, Gale was overwhelmed and panting, unwilling to do anything that might put Astarion off further.
Astarion plundered Gale's mouth with his tongue. "I don't need you to save me, wizard. That potion from Araj could have been the one thing we needed to defeat this fucking cult." Astarion's hand worked quickly now, the friction delicious and just tipping to the wrong side of pleasure-pain.
"Astar…I…Astarion. You didn't want. You didn't want to bite her…I would never ask…" Gale's breath was barely escaping his lungs. Astarion nipped at his throat and Gale's dick twitched in the spawn's hand. "Gods. Please. Astarion." Gale pressed his hips forward weakly.
"Insufferable, horrible, man. Fuck." Astarion cursed again, as he picked up speed, using their combined pre-cum to ease the glide of his ministrations. He worked them over, panting despite not needing to breathe and he canted his hips just as Gale broke, his orgasm cresting, shooting between them and coating Astarion's hand. Astarion, whether urged on by Gale's release Gale couldn't say, followed. His movements stuttered and he shot ropes of spend, mixing with Gale's on their stomachs.
Before Gale could even recover, Astarion was stepping back and pulling his trousers up. Quickly, Gale cast prestidigitation to clean them up, earning a begrudging nod from his companion.
"Astarion, I…I don't know what to say. I enjoy these…moments with you. Could we talk about…" Gale was cut off by a gruff laugh.
"Darling, if I wanted to talk, I would." Astarion moved to the door, his hand hesitating on the handle for such a short moment, that Gale would have missed it, if he weren't looking so closely. Then he was gone.
Alone with his thoughts, Gale turned over the image in his mind of Astarion's face as he'd exited. There was confusion there. Regret. A low simmering anger. And behind all of that, fear. Gale thought he could work with that. He'd always enjoyed puzzles.