Chokehold - Tav BG3 Smut Drabble
Judikaël had slipped off into the woods, the forest night air kissing his skin, pulling him deeper into the trees. He needed to sate an untameable need.
He could still smell the faint aroma of rosewater as it danced around them, the strong smell of a library full of dusty tomes that hung on Gale’s skin and clothes at all times. The faintest hints of lavender, sage and sandalwood, of the campfire. The itching desire to kiss him had only gotten stronger, only for Gale to gently, sweetly rebuff him. He wanted to, but not quite yet. Judikaël could understand that but the aching growing between his legs grew throughout the day and he wondered if a simple kiss would have stoked that fire or fed its voracious flames.
It was all he could do not to rub himself over his trousers as he slipped away once he was sure everyone was asleep or in their reverie, eying Astarion a moment longer because he knew sometimes the vampire would rise once everyone else has drifted to have a small bite to eat. He nearly felt like a child tiptoeing away into the shadows, peeling off his clothes in a quick pile, sliding his hands over his skin, pausing on his top surgery scars and thinking of Gale.
A strange, twisting feeling in his belly had started when he thought of Gale ever since they nearly kissed. Something of Gale flustered falling all over himself and being embarrassed that he wanted him was so tickling and made his need stronger. He wondered, maybe, what else he could do to discompose the pedantic wizard. He sprawled out naked in that pile, opening his legs wide, the night chill making him shiver with the wetness that was already there. Slick and needy.
He bit his lip, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back as his fingers ghosted over his rock hard tcock, lightly squeezing and tugging on the shaft, grunting softly every time his finger and thumb found the thick, sensitive head. He felt himself getting wetter, his needy hole squeezing around nothing when he a bit too desperately wished the hands touching him could be Gale, wishing he could hear the wizard babbling sweet nonsense as Judikael fell apart under his hands. He always itched to be the one in control but he felt such ease with Gale that he wondered what it would be like to feel the wizard buried to the hilt inside his needy cunt.
Judikaël threw his forearm over his face at the mere thought, biting down hard on the soft flesh to muffle the deep, guttural groan that left him as soon as he thought of Gale filling him. Instinctually he spread his legs wider, thinking of how Gale would feel when he let him in, the softness of the wizard’s belly against the firm muscle of his, his unused cunt stretching a bit painfully around his girth. Would it even hurt? Gale wasn’t even here and he was so wet, so fucking wet…
Another soft moan fell from his lips, his teeth digging into his arms as he couldn’t help himself, still stroking himself with his thumb and forefinger, bucking into his hand before letting that arm drop away so he could push his fingers inside himself.
“So fucking wet…” He barely breathed, fucking himself with his fingers, still pulling at his tdick with his thumb and forefinger. The pleasure was nearly too much, the thought of Gale’s fingers curling inside of him and his mouth closed around his aching member. How hard would he suck? Would he moan when he filled his mouth? Would he stroke his tcock with his tongue?
Judikaël bit his lip til he nearly bled, silencing himself, it felt so good. He ignored the fact that Gale’s hands were likely far smoother than his rough, scarred warrior’s hands but the thought that Gale would love the feeling of those hands on his body–on his cock–anywhere he wanted really made the wood elf twitch around his fingers. He dug his heels into the dirt, riding the fingers inside of him, sliding more inside as he fucked the fingers that jacked him off. His back arched, eyes closing, mouth falling open wishing the cold night air that loomed over him was Gale’s warm, delicious-smelling body, the faint aroma of rosewater still kissing his skin, the scent of old leather all around him because of his wares.
He just wanted Gale.
He wished the wizard were on top of him, pushing him into the soil, mumbling nonsense against his throat between hot breaths of air.Judikaël released a strangled moan, cutting himself off with a soft grunt, hoping that he hadn’t awoken any of his drowsing companions. He was gushing wet over his fingers, able to slide one more finger in, his eyes rolling up as soft strangled noises fell from his lips, thrusting his fingers ferociously inside of himself, the hand at his cock tugging erratically as he continued to ride his hand.
A faint explosion of blue rolled behind his closed eyes as the rush of pleasure hit him, certain this would be the feeling of his seed spilling from him as his tdick throbbed with his rollicking orgasm, his cunny-hole gushing with slick, squeezing so tight around his fingers it nearly hurt. He let out a choking cry, eyes flying open to see the sprawling leaves above him as his orgasm peaked, his entire body lurching toward his hands before going limp as the blood surged through him again, making his ears ring and his lips tingle. Panting he pulled his fingers gingerly from himself, strings of wetness visible even in the faintest of light. He bit his lip, feeling himself clenching around nothing again, that sweet ache still there ever so slightly as he stuffed his drenched fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking them clean with abandon–wishing Gale could be there to see.