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Gale has spent the last few days in his study with his head buried in his books and notes. You pop in every once in a while to make sure that he eats, but he’s under pressure at Blackstaff and you have half a mind to burn the place down. How dare that institution steal so much time away from you and your wizard?
He goes to bed late and rises early. You sneak kisses in the early morning and every once in a while you can convince him to spend some extra time with you with some well placed touches and warm kisses, but it never lasts quite long enough for you. You yearn for him to say fuck it to his work and spend all that time with you instead. Screw flipping through dusty old pages in boring old books when his hands could be put to much better use.
It’s the fourth night of him being holed up in that damn study and the fourth day of feeling that warmth that starts in your face before it settles uncomfortably between your legs. Your own company is not enough anymore and you find yourself walking into his study when you usually give him all the time in the world to realize when he’s spending too much time at work.
This time you cannot wait any longer.
He glances up at you for a moment before his eyes flick back to the papers on his desk. You cross your arms and sigh before leaning against the door.
“Darling.” You begin, frowning when he doesn’t spare you another glance, “You’ve been working for days straight. It’s not healthy.”
Gale hesitates for a moment before putting down his quill and leaning back in his chair. His hair is messily pulled up in a half bun and he pushes the strands that are falling into his face back as he rubs at his eyes.
“I know.” Gale’s voice is gravely in his throat, “The damn deadline for this research is killing me.”
“I’ll have to sue that school if it does kill you. That will be a long and messy legal battle. Don’t put me through that.” You say while you cross the room.
You stop to the side of his desk. It’s a mess of papers and notes written in both his own hand and the scrawl of his coworkers. You tsk as you catch a glance of one of the notes that depicts previously unknown magical properties of different plants.
As a sorcerer, you are unimpressed with all of the studying wizards have to do.
The displeasure on your face softens, however, when you take a proper look at him. Purple bags are beginning to bloom under his eyes and you are pretty sure he’s worn that shirt three times this week already.
You step to the side of his chair and gently put your hand under his chin. You beckon him to look up at you and he does with those tired, brown eyes that make you melt everytime he directs his attention at you. You brush your thumb over his jaw, over his beard.
“I usually wait for you to realize you’re working yourself into the ground yourself. You’ve been getting better at it, but this time I think you need me to tell you: You’re working too much. And I miss you.”
Gale sighs and lifts his hand to cover yours. Warmth radiates from his palm; his fingers rough and calloused against the soft skin of the back of your hand.
“I miss you too, my love. Even if you’re only a few rooms over.” He pauses for a moment, eyebrows furrowing before a look of realization crosses his face.
“Shoot. I’ve been neglecting you. Haven’t I?”
A small smile graces your lips. You came in here to make him realize that, but, in the process, you’ve realized he’s also been neglecting himself.
“A little.” You admit, continuing on despite the absolute sad puppy look in his eyes, “I came in here to tell you that much, but it looks like you’re neglecting yourself as well. Maybe you should go to sleep.”
You’re desperate and warm and have been fighting your inner demons telling you to slide onto his lap the whole time you’ve been in his study, but your desire to see him healthy and well rested overrides your desire to make him subdue your desire.
A chuckle bubbles out from Gale’s lips and he shakes his head. You drop your hand from his face.
“I would if I could. I tend to feel pretty wired at this time of night.”
Well, if he needs something to tire him out you can come up with a couple ideas that just might do it.
You step between him and the desk and rest your hands on the wooden arm rests of his chair. There’s not much room, so your ass ends up touching the edge of the desk and your legs brush his as you look down at him.
“You should accept my help with that, professor.”
Gale’s eyebrows raise comically and you have to suppress a giggle as you watch the cogs in his mind slowly turn until he comes to his conclusion.
A small smirk stretches across his face and he moves his hands to your hips. Sparks explode on your skin from his touch and you have to hold back a shudder.
Four days and you’re touch starved like this?
“I do need to get better at accepting help every now and then.” He says and you grin before pushing yourself forward.
You move your hands from the arm rests to his cheeks and kiss him, half hunching over yourself. His mouth is warm against yours, smokey in a mix of coffee and whiskey that you’ve grown to associate with your husband.
His beard’s soft under your hands and perhaps needs a bit of a trim, but you don’t mind. His hands shift from your hips to your lower back and it takes every bit of will power to stop yourself from getting into that chair with him.
You’ve both broken your fair share of chairs that way.
Gale’s hands start to wander up your back and you gasp when he begins to stand up. You manage to accommodate the change in position without breaking your kiss and Gale kicks the chair back with his foot to give the two of you more room.
His hands return to your hips and push you towards the desk. You lean back against it and Gale’s lips chase yours, magnetized.
His hands move lower and another gasp escapes you when he hoists you onto the desk. He breaks your kiss to look at you, dark eyes trained on your face that is surely blushing if the heat rushing towards your cheeks is any indication. Your lips stay parted as you drink him in: his messy hair, his freckles, the scar on his forehead.
Your ruminations get interrupted as he steps forward and you spread your legs in response. He leans close to you, hands resting on the desk either side of you, and you’re pretty convinced that the heat from your cheeks skipped a few pit stops to settle hot and needy between your legs.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him even closer into a hard kiss. The study is immaculately quiet around the sound of your labored breaths. You desire to lean back and feel the cold wood of this desk against your back as Gale climbs on top of you, but his work…
If you make a mess on his research he’ll have to be engrossed in it for twice as long and you cannot go that long without feeling his hands on you.
It takes all your willpower but you break your kiss and breathe out,
“Your research… I don’t want to mess it up.”
Gale chuckles and with a flick of the wrist his papers are teleported into a neat pile on one the numerous bookshelves behind him.
“I adore how thoughtful you are even when you’re, well…” He trails off, gaze flicking down your body.
You scoff and push at his shoulder.
“If we make a mess on your research you’ll hole up in here for eternity to rewrite it. I have other plans for you within that time frame.”
“Oh, yeah?” Gale asks, tilting his head to the side as he smirks, “Like what?”
“Like this.” You answer by wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him back into a kiss.
He laughs against your lips and you smile at the tingle it leaves behind. You love to tease him just as much as he likes to tease you and you love being able to laugh with him even when you’re frantically wanting to feel him all over you.
Your smile falls at the press of his tongue against your lips and you open up for him, one of your hands carding into his hair. Soft, if a bit greasy, strands slide through your fingers as Gale’s tongue begins to roam your mouth and you can’t help the soft groans escaping your throat. You pant into his mouth as your crotch rubs against his stomach.
Your free hand moves of its own accord, grabbing just above Gale’s hip and at his shirt.
“Off.” Your demand is muffled by his lips against yours, but is no less commanding.
He breaks your kiss which wasn’t part of your plan when you demanded him to undress, so a tiny unpleased noise escapes your throat.
“Patience, my dear.” Gale says and you know it’s not, but it feels like a taunt.
The petulance that begins to build up is quickly discarded when Gale tosses his shirt to the ground. You allow yourself to indulge and reach out and run your fingers down his chest. He lets you, but he hooks his fingers under your chin when your fingertips rest just above his hips.
“It’s only fair for you to return the favor.”
“If those are the rules…” You tease and he presses a short but firm kiss to your lips, silencing you.
“They are.” He murmurs.
His hand drops from your chin and finds its way under your shirt. You raise your arms as he pulls off the shirt that you’ve been lounging in all day and the air is cold against your newly exposed stomach and chest.
Damn Waterdeep for being absolutely beautiful and the perfect temperature just to turn into a tundra at night.
As if reading your thoughts, Gale leans forward and presses a kiss to your chest that does a fairly good job at warming you up. You lean your head back, hair falling back and brushing against your neck as you do.
His soft lips pepper a trail up your chest and to your collarbone, his beard leaving your skin tingling whenever he moves to a new spot. Your eyes slip shut as he focuses his lips on the dip of your collarbone and his hand slides up your naked back to unhook your bra.
He pulls away just enough to let you shimmy it the rest of the way off and it gets added to the pile on the floor. You’d know that dark, half lidded look that he’s giving you anywhere and you have no time to prepare as he closes the distance between you once more.
He wraps his lips around your nipple and you let out a hot breath, hands immediately surging to his hair. You can’t stop the breathy moan that escapes you, nor do you want to. Your hands cradle the back of his head, holding him close as his tongue swirls against your skin. It hardens against his tongue and Gale hums his appreciation and you let out yours in a tiny huff.
One of his hands finds your other nipple and his thumb presses against it while his lips move higher up your chest, to your collarbone, to your neck.
Your skin easily turns red under his lips, his teeth, and the jolt that rushes through you as he reaches your neck lets you know he’s aware he’s going to leave marks. Anyone who sees you in the next couple of days won’t be seeing anything new and, lucky for Gale, you’re into it.
A certain part of you that has been yearning for Gale’s touch over the last few days refuses to be ignored any longer and you cannot stop yourself from grabbing Gale’s wrist. You drag his hand from your chest to your stomach and anticipation builds in your chest when his fingers graze between your legs through your pants. You let out a sigh.
His mouth stays at your neck and he kisses up to your ear while pressing the pads of his fingers against you.
“I want you.” You whisper, wanting him to please fulfill one of the fantasies that has been keeping you up at night lately.
Gale looks up from your neck with a pop and you look down at him through hooded lids. His hair is falling out of its bun from your hands grabbing at it and you smirk. You run your hand through his hair one more time and the elastic goes with your fingers. You drop it to the floor and the few strands of Gale’s hair that were still being held up by it fall. You twirl some of his hair around your finger.
“I need you.” Gale responds and the strands you had wrapped around your finger slip from your grasp as he gets on his knees between your legs.
Something between your legs twitches in interest from having his mouth so close. He slides his hands up your thighs and undoes your pants.
He immediately kisses high up your thigh when they are free and one of your hands grasps the edge of the desk. He nuzzles into your skin and raises a hand to press his fingers against you, through your underwear, and the slide you feel between yourself and the cloth is all you need to know.
He kisses high up on your thigh a couple times, his fingers pressing into you through your underwear for too long before he finally frees you from them.
You run a hand through his hair, over the top of his head, as he stares between your legs. You’re soft and exposed, soft curls of hair surrounding the part of you that is demanding so much attention. He glances up at you from the floor and you’re about to ask him to get on with it when a shock rips through your body and makes you throw your gaze at the ceiling instead.
His lips are soft against your clit and heat rushes to your cheeks immediately when he starts to work his tongue over and between and inside of you. He’s gentle and slow and you pant, back arching as you keep your face aimed towards the ceiling with your eyes closed.
You needed this badly. You missed him showing you just how skilled his skilled tongue could be and you’re so glad he moved the papers off the desk because they would surely have become a smeared mess from the wetness dripping down your thighs.
You clench up when you feel the press of the tips of his fingers against your vagina and he moves his mouth from your clit to your thigh. You drop your hands from his hair.
“Relax, my love.” He murmurs, pressing two kisses to your inner thigh.
“I’m relaxed.” You whisper and you momentarily lift your hips to prove it.
“Good.” He presses another kiss to your skin, “I’ve neglected you the past few days. Let me pamper you.”
You can’t answer before he fulfills his promise. Lips press to where you want them desperately and he slowly slides his finger inside of you.
Your one thigh twitches and the scruff of Gale’s beard rubs against your skin. It grounds you against the sweetness of his tongue. You relax your grip on the edge of the desk and straighten your neck so you can look down at him. The sight of him with his eyes closed as he eats you out forces a breathy moan out from your lips.
You wish someone would capture this moment in paint because he’s a beautiful work of art all of the time and especially when he’s on you like this.
His tongue moves faster between your lips and you moan, louder now, when he slides another finger inside of you. He hums his approval and you shut your eyes, head down as he takes every inch of stress away from you.
It’s the sound of Gale’s lips on you and the slow push and pull of his fingers inside of you that brings a tangle of warmth to your stomach. You shake your head, not ready, and you bring a hand down to cup Gale’s jaw.
He removes his fingers slowly when you do, but shifts his mouth down to press his tongue down deep inside of you. Your thighs quake at the force of it and a wave of heat spreads down your legs. You muffle a moan behind your lips.
“Yes, love?” Gale asks when he finally pulls away from you, lips shiny with spit and cum.
You find yourself staring at his lips instead of answering him. He smirks and slowly lifts himself up from the ground. He rests a hand on the desk once he’s upright, but his other hand cups your thigh.
“You lose your words? That’s alright. It happens to the best of us.” He teases you, but you’re still too enamored by his mouth to care.
You catch his lips with yours and he smiles, kissing you back with just as much ferocity as you give him. His fingers return to your clit after a moment and your mouth falls open as he rubs circles between your legs. He takes the clear opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth and you whine when you taste yourself on him.
You grasp at his back and pull him forward, breaking the kiss when you lean too far back for him to keep up. Your eyes stay fixed on him while you lean completely back and the orientation you’re laying at does not have enough room for such activities, but you don’t care.
“Darling, that’s terrible for your back.” Gale says, hands resting on your thighs.
“I want you to fuck me here where you’ve spent so much time focusing on everything else.” You retort and a twinge of satisfaction hits inside your chest as you watch the color rise to his cheeks.
“I suppose I deserve that.” Gale says, stepping to the right side of the desk, “But I’m not going to throw my back out because of it. Come on, this way.”
He reaches for your thigh. You sigh and bring your legs up, shifting yourself so the only part of you dangling off the edge of the desk are your calves instead of your head and half your ass.
“There you go. Now you have less of a chance of falling on your head.”
You refuse to tell him that he’s right.
Gale takes a moment to pull off his pants and briefs before climbing on top of you on the desk. At least it’s sturdy enough to hold the two of you unlike the last two desk chairs Gale had used.
You run your hand up his chest and rest your palm where the orb once sat. The skin is clear now, but every once in a while you catch him with his hand to his chest just like he had done on the road when it was causing him pain.
It has been so long since he was a walking apocalypse and since the two of you were doomed to become mindflayers. Sometimes, you still don’t know how you survived.
Gale’s hand slides over yours and you’re just glad that you did.
He leans down and catches your lips with his and you wrap your free arm around his neck, pulling him close. Your heartbeat quickens in your chest when your hips meet, his dick pressing between your legs. He’s hot and hard and you tangle your fingers into his hair, moaning when he shifts between your legs.
He cups your cheek with his hand and pants into your mouth before breaking your kiss. He buries his face in your neck and you turn your head to give him as much access to your skin as possible. Your hand slides across his back, damp with sweat, and you let out sweet noises under the pressure of his lips, his tongue, his teeth against your neck.
You dig your nails into his back when he sucks hard on your skin and he moans, the sound vibrating through your body. Your hips push up and he presses his down in turn.
“Gale–” You breathe.
“I know.” He murmurs, kissing across your throat and up to your chin. He hoists himself up on his hand to look down at you. His expression softens, a gentle smile gracing his face as he uses his other hand to push away hair that has fallen into your face.
“Let me take care of you, my love.” His hand moves from your face to trail softly down your chest to your stomach back to its place between your legs.
His fingers slide easily inside you now from him warming you up with his mouth. You let out a breath when he curls his fingers. His lips find your skin again and your eyes close, a hot flush spreading from your chest to your face as his fingers edge in and out of you. The wet sounds coming from between your legs only become louder and filthier to your ears as he continues on. His fingers press in, deep, and you spread your legs and let out a loud moan toward the ceiling.
“There you are.” Gale murmurs, kissing your collarbone before shifting back onto his knees.
He idly massages you as he turns his head to he side and begins to rummage through a drawer with his free hand.
“There it is.” He mumbles to himself as he procures a small vial.
It’s certainly not the first time you’ve distracted him from his work.
He pours the contents into his palm and you watch as he wraps his now slick hand around himself. You breathe out, craning your neck to watch him with interest as he strokes his hard cock in front of you.
On his knees is one of your favorite ways to find him especially when he’s looking down at you with that dark hunger in his eyes. Your skin tingles at the thought of how much he wants you and you push yourself up into a sitting position.
Your hand joins his around his dick and his eyes flutter shut. You smile, your hand sliding down the length of him and back up in tandem with his own hand, and you rest your forehead against his shoulder.
The smell of parchment and ink and the gentlest hint of lilac hits your senses underneath the overwhelming hot smell of his sweat and arousal. You breathe him in greedily before straightening up to look at him as you continue stroking him.
His eyes open a fraction and he sheepishly smiles at you. You chuckle at his humbleness. The great Gale Dekarios, embarrassed about being horny with his wife? You kiss the smile away and run your thumb over the head of his penis.
He lets out a breathy noise against your lips. You pull back and he leans forward, his hand moving from himself to the desk behind you. His lips are parted as he begins inching forward until you’re forced to lay back.
He surges towards you and his lips crash into yours. You gasp and grab at his forearm when the hard press of his cock returns between your legs. Your legs spread when Gale’s tongue slips into your mouth and you moan when his fingers creep back inside of you.
You push yourself onto his fingers and fling your head back with a pant.
“Gods, I love you like this. When you’re off in your own little world, spurred on by my hand, your lips parted so perfectly…” He praises you and you manage a smile despite it all.
“You sound like you want to write poetry about it.” You retort, breathy.
“You act like you don’t know I already have.”
He grins and presses a short kiss to your lips. He shifts between your legs, hand returning to his dick when you break apart. You breathe out when he presses the head against you, running it slowly over your clit before pushing it gently against your entrance.
“Is this okay?”
You give him a smirk and move your hands to his hips.
“Yes.”
He rests a hand on your hip and he slowly pushes into you. You bite your lip and close your eyes as you open around him, the length of him slowly filling you up until he stops. Gale shifts so his forearms rest either side of you and he gently thumbs strands of hair away from your forehead. He kisses your temple before resting his forehead against it, his nose pressing into your cheek.
“Tell me what you need.” He murmurs, breath hot as it breezes over your skin.
“You.”
You turn your head and catch his lips. He cradles the back of your head and kisses you back, lips feather light against yours.
You stay like that for a moment as the heat subdues, but it’s not for long. Gale slowly shifts and begins carefully pulling out, his lips still on yours as he does. You reach a hand up from his hips to his cheek and your lips part when he pushes back into you. Something between your legs flutters around his dick and you let out a faint moan.
Gale takes that as encouragement and sucks on your bottom lip as he continues his slow rhythm. You run your thumb against his cheek, eyes closed as you feel the dampness trail towards your thighs whenever Gale pulls out just to push back inside of you again.
You move your lips from his and settle on his neck, moving a hand to slide up his back as you kiss at his skin. You hum and gently nip him with your teeth. He’s radiating warmth, sweaty and flushed, and you moan into his neck when his dick slides into you.
“Fuck me, Gale.” You murmur into his skin and you press your hips against his.
He shudders out a breath. He picks up the pace and a few hot, quiet noises escape from his lips. You need to hear him.
Your hand on his back wanders up to the back of his head. You pull him down closer to you and he obliges, resting his face in your neck as he continues to fuck into you. You wrap a few strands of his hair around your fingers and, when his dick presses into a spot inside you that makes you gasp, you pull.
Gale’s low moan rumbles against your skin and heat rushes to your face. You moan again and your voices meld together over the sound of skin against skin. You grasp at him, needing him impossibly closer.
“I want to hear you.” You breathe against his ear and he responds with a muffled moan against your skin.
“Louder. Please.” You beg, pushing your hips up to meet him.
“Anything for you.” He tilts his head up and kisses your jaw while quicking his pace.
His ah’s, and oh’s blend with your own as you turn into a shaking, hungry mess underneath him. You push his head up into a kiss and gasp into his mouth as he fucks hard into you. He has one hand under your ass and he pulls your hips up. He swallows your high pitched noise at the change of angle and your vagina is clenching around his dick and you can’t think—
He presses his face into your throat as he fucks you hard and fast, moaning into the hollow of your throat, and you cry out when his fingers find your clit. He rubs circles into you as he pushes in and out of you. Heat pools in your stomach and you buck your hips, letting out a long and strained moan as your muscles clench around him.
He murmurs something into your neck, but you can’t hear him, everything muffled as you let your climax take you. You pant and cling to him, his moans and breaths getting louder and louder until you feel him shudder and release inside of you.
“Gods…” He moans and you paw at him, hands desperately touching every inch of sweat slicked skin that you can as your heart hammers in your chest.
He leans up and kisses you, fast and open mouthed, and you moan into his mouth as his hips stutter against you. Both of your hands fly to his hair and you cling to him, panting against his lips.
Gale’s hips slow until he eventually stops rocking into you and he breaks your kiss, pressing his face into your neck. You can feel his heart thumping hard alongside your own and he takes a deep breath. You chuckle quietly and rub his back.
“Lose your words?” You murmur as you catch your breath, “It happens to the best of us.”
He chuckles, chest rumbling against yours. He presses a kiss to your neck before leaning up onto his arms. He kisses your jaw and then your cheek before slowly sliding his dick out of you.
You scrunch up your face at the loss and he caresses your cheek.
“It’s okay. Breathe.”
You open your eyes just to roll them and you swat at his chest. You take his advice, though, and breathe deeply in through your nose. The white noise that had overtaken all your thoughts in the midst of being ravaged by your husband begins to fade and you wipe at your throat, grimacing at the sweat.
It’s nothing compared to the hot mess between your legs.
“Can you– Um…” You trail off, but Gale casts a spell with the flick of a wrist that cleans you up.
You love him, you love every part of him, but you do not enjoy the sticky and wet feeling between your legs afterwards. It’s not the first time you’ve asked him to magic away his mess.
“I’ve got you.” He kisses your cheek before shifting to the side, getting off the desk.
You can’t stop your smirk as you watch him wince and rub his knees.
“Perhaps my desk is not the most suitable location for such… activities.”
You laugh and roll your eyes. You sit up and swing your legs over the side of the desk.
“Ah, I don’t know. This is where you get all your work done, so it only makes sense that—”
He cuts you off,
“You are not work. You are all pleasure.”
You smile and step towards him. You rest your hands on his hips and pull him in for a kiss, soft and slow in comparison to what you were just doing moments before. He hums against your lips and moves a hand to your ass.
You break apart and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Contentment courses through your body and you close your eyes, smiling.
“I love you.”
“I love you.” He repeats, lips brushing against your skin, “And I think you succeeded in your mission.”
You raise an eyebrow at him when he pulls away from you.
“My mission?” You ask.
“Of wearing me out so I’d finally get some rest instead of working on this damn project.” Gale says, sparing a glance at the papers tucked away on the bookshelf behind his desk.
You wouldn’t want to be those papers right now. You hold out a hand for him.
“That was part of my mission, I suppose.” You smirk knowing that Gale understands what you mean, “Let me take you to bed then.”
Gale doesn’t take your hand and instead closes the space between you two again. One hand finds your lower back, the other going behind your legs, and you gasp as he whisks you off your feet and into his arms.
“What about not throwing your back out, hmm?” You tease him, but wrap your arms around his neck anyway.
“I’m plenty capable of carrying my beautiful wife to bed. But, if I do throw my back out, well, I suppose that would get me some time off work.” He jokes, turning and carrying you out of the study.
You laugh and rest your cheek against his chest.
“Don’t tempt me.”