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Gale stood humiliated halfway down the staircase, desperately trying to cover himself. He'd made a mistake of epic proportions. An oversight at a level heretofore unseen in polite society.
He'd planned a romantic evening for Astarion's first birthday. Well, it wasn't his literal first birthday. But it was his first birthday since they'd defeated the Netherbrain. Since Astarion had extricated himself from the torturous grip of his master Cazador by stabbing him an untold number of times to his final death.
Astarion had picked the date on the calendar that had felt the most right to him, and declared he wanted to be celebrated and worshipped, like the God amongst mortals he surely believed himself to be. Gale had undertaken the effort of planning a romantic evening at home for them. He'd arranged for a blood delivery, decorated their bedroom with rose petals and luxurious new satin sheets, enchanted a trinket to play amorous music. He'd also procured for himself a lacy set of undergarments, both a corset to plump up his already ample pectorals and a barely there panty that currently struggled to contain his already hard cock. He'd wrapped himself up rather gorgeously, if he could say so himself, for Astarion to unwrap like a present.
What he had not done was tell Astarion of his plans. He'd wanted it to be a surprise. Unfortunately, Astarion, having come to the conclusion that Gale had forgotten his birthday, had invited all of their friends over to celebrate him. Gale had walked down the stairs in his flirty getup, the noise dampening spell he'd cast a decade ago in the living room doing its job at hiding the presence of their guests, and immediately frozen as a dozen sets of eyes alighted on his practically nude body.
"Oh darling," Astarion exclaimed, "You didn't forget!" With his characteristic speed, he tore off the cape he'd put on over his distractingly tight body suit and mounted the stairs to cover his lover. "We'll be right back, folks," he called over his shoulder as he gently pushed and prodded Gale back up the stairs.
"My love, I'm so sorry. I should have told you my plans! Of course you thought I'd forgotten your birthday. I'm such a fool." Gale was babbling as Astarion led him into their bedroom.
With a tut, Astarion cupped Gale's chin in his hands before brushing their lips together in a light kiss. "No, no. Don't you start that. This was a failure on my part as well. You'd think we'd be better at communicating by now." He continued to pepper Gale's face with kisses, "I should have known you had something up your sleeve. Or lack there of." He raised his eyebrows as he stepped back and took in Gale's form. "I'll send them all away."
"I would never send our friends back out into the night without a proper drink and meal, they've traveled all this way! But I don't think I can face them again tonight…" Gale's fingers worried at the lace trim of his corset.
"I think everyone downstairs understands that we've fucked, Gale. I'm sure this was less of a shock than you expect it was. Why don't you change into something a little more appropriate for company, and I'll distract everyone with tales of my wondrous self. By the time you come downstairs again, they'll have forgotten the whole debacle." Astarion snapped the waistband of the panty just above Gale's now only half hard cock as he spoke. He walked to the door, but stopped just as he started to turn the doorknob. "You should keep the panties on though, pet, so I can rip them off of you later." With a smirk and a toss of his curls, he stepped out, leaving Gale slack jawed and still blushing.