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The moment he hears the words, Elendar’s cock starts dripping onto his stomach. |
Gale’s breath catches. "It seems I should tell you that more often, if you like it this much." |
The word out of Elendar’s mouth is meant to be please , but it comes out as more of a strangled moan as Gale hooks two fingers into the spot within him and presses down. One hand flies to his mouth and the other to his cock, stifling his gasp when he begins to stroke himself. |
"There you are," Gale murmurs. "How does that feel?" |
"Don't stop - nh! " |
"As you wish." That peculiar softness he reserves for Elendar has taken his words, his touch, the way he looks at him through dark eyes. Whatever he's doing with his fingers, whichever angle he's found to curve them along, has his whole body shaking. He bites his lower lip hard. |
This sort of pleasure was unattainable in the Underdark, belonging solely to women or powerful men. Even now, it feels almost forbidden to let himself be entered, but... |
Stars, it feels so good. |
"Gale..." His name slips out embarrassingly close to a whine. He grapples with the urge to duck his face behind his hand. |
"Something you need, my love?" Coy amusement dances in his words, but it can't hide the warm core of sincerity there. |
"Harder , please, I..." He swallows thickly. "I need - oh!" |
Gale kisses the top of his head as he complies. His fingers drive into that spot, gentle but utterly unyielding. Somehow, it doesn't feel aggressive, even as he presses down hard on such a sensitive place. Sparks of white briefly burst behind his eyelids - when had they fluttered closed? |
"Thank you for telling me," murmurs Gale, with another kiss to his hair. "You're doing so well. Is there anything else you'd ask of me?" |
"Can you..." This time he does cover his face with his hand, a largely futile gesture in the face of the dark blush creeping down his chest. "I...oh, this is...stars, this is embarrassing." |
"In this moment, I want nothing more than your pleasure, however that’s best achieved." Each curl of his fingers, for all the softness of his touch, drives Elendar halfway mad. "Still, silence is a perfectly acceptable answer, if you’d rather hold your tongue." |
He lays a hand on Gale's arm. "I want you to know." |
Gale's touch is impossibly gentle on him, within him. "Then I'll listen to every desire you have." |
"I think I..." He swallows hard, mouth suddenly dry. "I think I like it when you...say I'm good." |
"Oh? You mean when I call you a good boy?" The last two words are whispered against one pointed ear, shivering into his skin. |
His moan is clearly all the confirmation Gale needs. |
"Far be it from me to deny you." Gale does something with his fingers that makes Elendar's legs tremble. "You're being so good for me, after all. You take me beautifully." |
He moans again, louder this time. It's more than a little embarrassing, the sheer honesty with which his body reacts to Gale's touch, but he's fast deciding he likes it anyway. His breath catches on tiny moans every time he strikes the spot within him, until a constant litany of his pleasure tumbles from his lips. For ... |
A curve of skilled fingers draws a particularly loud moan from his lips, and Gale kisses his forehead. "Such pretty sounds from such a good boy." |
Something within Elendar melts. His hand quickens on his cock. |
Another kiss to his brow. "You’re doing so well, love, touching yourself for me. Show me you want this as much as I do." |
Goddess, he wants this too. Gale wants him. |
Somewhere between giddy and lust-dazed, Elendar redoubles the pace of his hand, squeezing just beneath the head of his shaft. It's almost incredible, how fast he's figured out how he likes to be touched. |
Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised. He's touched his own cock more in the past tenday than he had in a decade before that. Gale has awakened some insatiable want within him that had lain dormant all his life - perhaps he'd never let himself feel it, or he'd just never met anyone he cared to feel it for. To drow, sex is ... |
With the way his hips are jerking down against Gale's hand, he's starting to think it's more of a need. |
"So good for me." Each word has him melting, moaning. "So pretty when I take you. If you look this good now, you'll be a beauty to rival the gods when you take my cock." |
Just the thought has his back arching off the bed. |
"Do you want that, someday? To feel me within you, to let me hear the sounds you'll make? Gods, the things I'd do to hear you moan my name." |
"Yes!" He's a wreck, each breath coming quick and desperate. |
"Good," murmurs Gale, "because I think I'd go mad, if I never got to feel you come on my cock." |
His moan is almost startled. His mind is electric. |
He aches in a way he never thought he could. |
"Does that feel good?" Gale asks softly. "By the Weave, you’re breathtaking like this. You always are, but this...hells, I'm lucky to see you like this." |
"You made me want this," he breathes. "You make me feel so..." |
He feels so gods-damned good. His veins could be filled with starlight, for the way his body is glowing with what Gale is doing to him. Two fingers massage that spot within him in slow, rhythmic circles, leaving his legs shaky and weak. His free hand finds each of his nipples in turn, coaxing them to stiffness, until... |
He can't help it. The sensations Gale elicits are too incredible to endure in silence. Pain, he can take, but pleasure? |
Pleasure leaves him so sensitive it's more agonizing than pain itself. |
"Ah - stop--" he halfway mumbles, hand falling from his cock to the blanket. "I need--" |
Gale’s hand has entirely withdrawn by the time the explanation has started tumbling from his lips. |
"Are you alright?" Worry tugs at his words. "Should I stop holding you, too? Whatever you need, love--" |
"Stay," breathes Elendar, holding tighter to his arm. "I...I do need a moment’s respite, but...not from this. Just from being...entered." |
"There’s no need to keep doing that, if you don't like it." Gale kisses his brow, just once. "I could spend the rest of the night holding you, and nothing more, and be just as content. Or I could give you my mouth - you made such beautiful noises, last time you granted me that privilege. Or...hells, Elendar, the things... |
"A moment, if you will? I'll know then." Elendar leans into his touch. |
"As much time as you need," comes the quiet assurance. "I’ll be right here when you know." |
Elendar feels his breathing steady, his thundering pulse slow. Gale's touch is calm, steady, assured with a confidence in himself that Elendar cannot fathom. He's something to hold onto. |
Gale's careful consideration bears a surreality to it that he can't explain - like he's watching this man be gentle to another, like this moment is one of the oil paintings he coaxes to life on a canvas. |
He leans in. Elendar kisses him back, slow and deep. Something clicks into place. |
This is theirs, for whatever time remains to them. |
He moans softly when Gale sucks his lower lip. Kissing still seems so peculiar, but he loves it all the more for its strangeness. No drow would ever kiss a lover. Every time his lips find Gale's, he's one step further from the shadows beneath the world. |
The way his body reacts is decidedly another point in the favor of kissing. |
He's almost dizzy with it, his veins tingling with a softer sort of pleasure than the cooling inferno in his core. His hand slips between Gale's thighs on instinct, pausing before he reaches his cock. |
"You can touch me, darling," Gale assures. "A little longer, and I might’ve had to do it myself." |
Elendar’s breath catches. "You wanted..." |
"From watching you? Feeling you? Needed is a better choice of word." |
It's all the encouragement he needs to start stroking his arousal the way he's learned Gale likes it. |
He works his hand over his shaft, lazy pumps of his fist that send Gale’s breath quickening, and drinks in the sight of his lover. |
Gale's body is different from those of Elendar's people in many marked ways - his height, the pallor of his skin, the hair which grows in soft over his body, the lack of scars fading into his skin, striking dark hair and dark eyes, the comparative ruggedness of human features. He's grown used to human faces, towering h... |
He definitely hadn't imagined the need that would build between his legs just from looking. |
His eyes are drawn inexorably down the long lines of his torso, currently propped comfortably against the pile of cushions he’d summoned from thin air. The trail of dark hair beneath his navel looks impossibly soft, leading down further to... |
Drow are not bashful. Elendar was thoroughly accustomed to nudity in the Underdark. Then, it had never struck him as special. Now, he's on the surface, sprawled atop a bed in a darkened clearing, looking at the arousal of his human lover and realizing how very different his life has become. |
Perhaps he’s acquired human sensibilities, or perhaps the sight only feels sacred because it’s Gale. |
Gale is just as aroused as he is, though he's hardly been touched, his cock hard, curved ever so slightly, flushed darker. Stars, he's hard just from watching him. That only adds to the desire unspooling within him as his gaze lingers at his lover's cock. |
Elendar wants it inside of him so badly he can hardly breathe. |
His breath hitches as he runs his hand over the length of him. How would it feel, spreading his legs to let Gale slot himself between them, feeling the head of his cock flush with his entrance, hearing his own voice begging his lover to fill him? He knows Gale would take him slow and gentle, but what rhythm would he se... |
He doesn't want to be taken thusly tonight. He's still unused to being opened on his fingers. While Gale isn't large enough for taking the length of him to be a truly daunting task, it's still more than he's ever had within him. |
Looking at him, though, he can't help but wonder. |
An image comes to him, half hazy with want - himself, sprawled naked on a bed in a proper inn, Gale atop him and within him, his cock reaching places that have lain untouched, his own legs wrapped tight around his lover’s waist... |
He trembles with barely restrained want, biting his lip, and Gale shifts beside him. |
"I know that look." He kisses his brow. "What are you thinking about?" |
Elendar's face flushes hotter. His hand falls back to his side. "You," he manages, almost under his breath. Why is it so hard to just say it? |
"Good thoughts, I hope." A hand ghosts over his inner thigh and he nearly trembles. "Do you mind my asking?" |
"I was wondering how you'd feel inside me," he blurts out, grappling with the urge to cover his face with his hands. For whatever reason, he just keeps talking instead. "I...I look at you and want you to do...things I've never wanted anyone to do to me." |
"Like this?" Gale captures his lips in a brief kiss, two fingers finding his slick entrance and teasing at it until he's grinding down against them. "Is this your way of saying you've had enough of a break?" |
"Is that a "please touch me', or a "please wait'?" |
Elendar feels his legs spread wider, as though his body has gained a mind of its own. "Please...stars, please fuck me..." |
Gale's breath catches. "Even better," he murmurs. "Good boy." |
A brief tingle of the Weave against his skin as Gale magically slicks his fingers again, and then they're curving into him. He moans in some mix of relief and need. He feels so open, sensitive and exposed around Gale's fingers, but the vulnerability registers as a thrill rather than a gnawing discomfort. |
He spreads his legs wider. |
Gale rubs firm circles into the spot within him, a rhythm like the wild beating of his heart. Elendar's hand flies down to his dripping cock. He can feel the way his body tightens around his fingers, like he's drawing out his own pleasure. |
"May I pleasure you?" he asks in a hush, laying a hand atop Elendar's where it wraps around his shaft. "You have nothing to do but lie back. Let yourself feel ." |
"Oh, goddess, please..." |
Gale strokes the backs of his fingers. "You were doing so well, telling me what you want. Do you think you can do it just once more?" |
"I...ah, touch me?" |
"Can you be just a little more specific for me, darling?" |
Elendar's face is burning hot, but he's overcome by pulse-rushing need . He releases his shaft, leaving himself fully exposed to Gale. "Please just - please touch my cock, I--" |
He's immediately rewarded with a hand, so much larger than his own, stroking his aching need from base to tip. It occurs to him, briefly, that he ought to be embarrassed by the wetness beading at the slit of his cock. The thought is banished by the sheer magnitude of pleasure whiting out his nerves. |
"Gale!" His hips shudder against the bed, caught between the fingers inside him and the hand on his cock. "I’m - please..." |
"Does that feel good?" |
"I think I - ah! " A tremor clasps his body, his head tossing back against the cushions. There’s a taut heat building upon itself between his thighs, inexorable. He pants against it, pushing his hips down hard against Gale’s hand. "I think I'm close--" |
"You think?" Gale's breath is warm against his neck. "Let's see if we can make you a little more certain than that." |
His fingers curl in a way that has Elendar's eyes fluttering shut and his body tightening frantically around his touch. He moans, high and thin, and is rewarded with a quickening hand on his dripping shaft. He's definitely one wrong breath from falling apart in Gale's hands. He clings to the precarious edge as long a... |
His body has other ideas. |
"Gale!" Under any other circumstance, Elendar would be shocked at how loud he cries out his name. "Oh, stars, Gale, I'm - oh ..." |
"Good boy," comes the murmur against the shell of his ear, pushing the building heat within him to its breaking point. "Come for me. Show me how good you can feel." |
Elendar obeys before he finishes the sentence. |
He shudders through the climax, hips jerking to fuck himself on Gale's fingers. The hand on his cock is almost an afterthought compared to the pressure on the sensitive spot within him. Dimly, he's aware of how hard his legs are shaking, but he's far more caught up by the lightning sweeping through his veins. It lasts,... |
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