(a mini-fic for day 1 of top gale week, pleasure dom/practiced tongue. ty to @topgaleweek for hosting this event and giving me the inspo to write a quick smutty snippet đ)
Summary: "Tell me when you're close," Gale said. "I'd rather hear it than guess."
Elenion knows how to make everything he does look and sound beautiful. Gale, unfortunately for him, is far more interested in what he sounds like when he stops trying.
Word Count: 673
Notes: Pairing is Gale and my male half-elf tav, Elenion. This is basically just porn with little to no plot. If explicit M/M smut is outside the comfort zone or interest of anyone on my fic taglist, feel free to skip this one. Check ao3 for the tags, but it's probably pretty obvious what's gonna happen hereâonly thing I'll add is that there's a bit of light bondage.
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Elenion had always admired Gale's command of language.
Tonight, unfortunately, Gale seemed determined to prove his tongue was just as persuasive without words.
It started after the show at the Yawning Portal, when Elenion swept into the bedroom still wearing thigh-high boots, silver jewels at his throat, and a black silk stage outfit made of more suggestion than fabric.
"Well?" he murmured, brushing his fingers lightly along Galeâs jaw. "Did you enjoy the show?"
Galeâs gaze moved over him slowly.
"Sit down, dearest," he said softly. "You're done performing for the night."
A smirk tugged at Elenion's lips. "Is that a request or a command, babe?"
"A command," Gale said with a calm that made Elenionâs knees go weak.
He obeyed, and almost immediately, Gale began tying his wrists to the chair arms with soft ribbon.
"Tonight," Gale murmured, "you're going to let me have the part of you the audience didn't earn."
Elenion glanced down at the ribbons, then back at Gale. "Well, this is certainly one way to applaud."
Gale's mouth curved. "I thought you might appreciate a more intimate ovation."
Elenion opened his mouth. At that exact moment, Gale pressed a kiss to his thigh, just above the boot.
Whatever he was about to say vanished.
"Oh," he breathed.
Gale looked very pleased with himself.
"Tell me when you're close. I'd rather hear it than guess."
Elenion laughed, though it came out thinner than intended. "And if I donât?"
Gale's thumb traced the inside of his thigh, slow enough to make him shiver.
"If you don't," he said slowly, "or if you try to make yourself sound pretty for me⊠then Iâll stop until you remember I already want you."
Elenionâs breath caught.
"That hardly seems fair," he managed.
"No," Gale agreed, hands sliding to the fastening of his shorts. "It seems necessary."
He tugged the shorts down Elenion's thighs, leaving only the boots, the jewels, and the obscene vulnerability of being spread open in a chair while Gale knelt between his legs.
Elenion tried to smirk. "Enjoying the view?"
"Yes." Gale wrapped a hand around him, thumb brushing over the slick head of his cock. "But Iâm more interested in the sound."
Then he lowered his mouth.
Elenionâs head tipped back with a gasp.
Gale didn't give him time to make it elegant. He licked Elenionâs cock slowly, deliberately, as if he had all the time in the world to ruin him. When his tongue circled the head, Elenionâs hips jerked before he could stop them. Gale hummed, and the vibration made his wrists strain against the ribbons.
"Fuck, Gale," he said, his voice trembling.
Gale pulled back just enough to say, "That sounded very real."
Then his mouth was on him again, deeper this time, one hand holding Elenionâs hip firmly against the chair.
Elenion bit down on the next sound before it could escape him.
Gale stopped at once.
The loss was so sudden Elenion actually whimpered. He lifted his head, flushed and furious. "Gale."
Galeâs thumb stroked him once, maddeningly gentle. "No."
"I was justâŠ"
"You were making it pretty."
Heat rushed to Elenionâs face.
"Try again."
This time, when Gale took him back into his mouth, Elenion didn't try to stop the moan that broke out of him. It was rougher than he meant it to be, less polished, more desperate. Galeâs hand tightened on his shaking thigh, holding him still while his tongue took him apart with infuriatingly slow, practiced pressure.
"Gale," he gasped. "Iâm close."
Gale looked up, mouth still warm around him. The triumph in his eyes nearly finished Elenion on its own.
He drew back and murmured, "Good."
Then he took him deeper again, tongue dragging firmly along his cock.
Elenion came with a broken cry, hips jerking against Galeâs hold, every polished instinct falling apart at once.
For once, he had nothing clever to say.
Gale rose, untied the ribbons with careful fingers, and kissed each wrist.
It was a small moment, but for all his bluster about how Thimble was making her own choices, and he didn't care, and everything else he said, Julien was the one who kept watch for Thimble by the door the entire time the party was at Hal's waiting for her.
The problem with having OCs is that sometimes you wanna read about your little guy being in situations but unfortunately he is YOUR little guy and no one is gonna put him in that situation but you. Tragic.
more detailed closeups and written insight about this piece beneath the cut
started this piece more than a month ago (at the start of the schemers table), and was continuously inspired by luis' character, as well as his discussion of the character (where he mentions that he hopes that the character "soars"). azune is a character that carries memory, and duty to keep people alive and living in said memory; like stars, they're long gone but continue to shine above us, and in that way each can be interpreted as a person in his life worth remembering (notably, thjazi and the three members of azune's family that heâs had to leave behind).
i was also partially inspired by witch hat atelier and the flow of movement that shirahama evokes in her work, especially in clothing. it's a story that's impacted me, and i felt that the influence (one that involves art, grief, and that question of what makes you âyouâ) really suited azune, especially when it involves a character that struggles in youth and older age.
