Author's Note: Alrighty I just want everyone to know that this horny posting is, @arczism 's fault. See this amazing piece of art and this amazing piece of art to understand why this fic was born. And you can bet every single pair of soiled panties on the planet that a version of this will be featured in Ubi amor.
Naughty Tags: blowjob, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, dirty talk, Gale is SO hot, oh my God.
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You pressed your lips to his skin, cold meeting warmth, and finally understood reverence. Your eyes fell closed and you breathed him in -- musk, vanilla, and heat that permeated your nose and set your core aflame. The gentle gasp that escaped his throat only had you burning hotter as you learned his bumps and valleys by mouth alone.
Soft, hot, twitching -- God above, he was perfect. With an iron grip on his hip, you let your other hand wander up the scattered trail of hair that climbed his torso, moaning when the muscles beneath your fingertips flexed in response.
"By Mystra's mantle," he gasped, fingers curling into your hair when you suddenly nibbled at his hip bone.
"Don't say her name while my mouth is on you," you growled, nipping his skin again. You exhaled into the dip, surprised at your own possessiveness. But the strained groan that stuttered from his lips and the way his hips canted, fingers curling tighter into your hair as they did so, sent a rush of validated confidence through your veins.
Your tongue flicked out and tasted him, and you felt your skin flush, like your body already knew it had found its new addiction. He groaned and you were lost to him, suckling and nibbling your way across his abdomen; eyes closed, half delirious in your need to burn his taste onto your tongue forever. When your fingertips reached the paltry towel - the only thing separating you from the pleasure you ached to give him - his hips stuttered in your hands.
"Hells below," he grunted, his eyes locked on yours in a desperate dance of longing and impatience.
"Much better," you murmured, your lips quirking up. He whimpered - God, what a sound - and you hooked your fingers over the fabric, tugging it free with little hesitation. A guttural moan pierced the air between you; did that come from your throat? Or his? You couldn't decide, already too hazy to care as your lips found his flushed tip. You felt a tug on your hair and your eyes drank in his visage on their way to meet his, parched in a way you'd never known before. When blue locked onto brown, a broken cry left his lips and you exhaled, hot and needy, directly onto his cock. It twitched in response and you could feel the way your mouth salivated at the sight.
"P-Please," he rasped, fingers threading further into your hair in a desperate attempt to keep still.
"What was that?" you muttered, burning blood pounding in your ears. You needed to hear it again.
"Please, gods, by the weave, take me." His skin flushed a pretty pink all the way up as the words left his lips and you hummed in approval.
Echoing his favorite sentiments, you pressed a kiss to his leaking tip and murmured against the pulsing skin, "As you wish, my love." His hips stuttered, but you held him fast, opening your lips around him and taking him into your mouth. Sobbed cries of your name fell from his lips again and again, like a prayer already half answered, and whispers of how good you felt and how wonderful you are followed in quick succession. You keened at his praise and took him further, until you were forced to bring your hand from his hip to assist you.
You breathed through his involuntary movements, relaxing into the taste of warm salt on your tongue as he swiftly approached his release. Seconds later, he tugged you back, and you released him, gazing up at him with confusion in your eyes. He looked glorious - his hair fell in disarray over his face; wavy pieces hanging heavy with sweat at the ends, the apples of his cheeks stained a beautiful pink, a color that traveled down his neck and was creeping across his chest. His chest heaved and sweat beads had gathered in the dips of his torso. The picture of a man undone. You bit your lip, relishing the rush of heat that rushed to your core at the realization that this was your doing.
"I need-" he panted, hand still fisted in your hair. "I-" His brows knitted together; stringing together words was not normally so difficult for him. Finally, he huffed - defeat - and growled, "Come here." You stood without question, eager to let him take you, but you still gasped when he wrenched you to his chest and heaved you up by the undersides of your knees. Your ankles locked behind him in an instant and you yelped as your back hit the cold wall behind you, knocking you breathless. His lips were on yours before you could even register your new position and he groaned, deep and aching, into your mouth. You scrambled to keep up with him, grabbing onto his shoulders like a lifeline as his lips left yours and blazed a wet trail down the column of your neck. You shivered when he bit down, ever so gently, near your collarbone, then huffed a soft laugh in the same spot.
"You," he muttered between peppering kisses against your skin. "you have made a ruin of me, and I have allowed it - no, I have encouraged it, and have enjoyed every moment. And now, I will make a ruin of you." He smiled against your chest and you shivered again, anticipation rolling through you in waves. Your head fell against his shoulder and you took to repaying his favor, claiming his skin with your mouth and tongue just as he had done yours; so focused that you yelped when his fingers found your clit and rubbed in tight, quick circles that had your eyes rolling back. You bucked against his fingers, body searching for more, and Gale - being the ever generous lover he was - provided, dipping a finger into your awaiting hole and pumping into you with a dizzying rhythm.
"G-Gale! Oh hells, Gale!" you cried, no longer in control of the way your body stuttered and tilted, pulsing in time with the rhythm of his ministrations. A second finger spread you wider and you sobbed in gratitude, the extra stretch just enough to send stars exploding behind your eyes. You rocked onto his fingers with wild abandon, and he worked you through your peak, scissoring your hole as the aftershocks took you again and again.
"My love," he choked. "so perfect for me, so lovely; comets weep, for they are dwarfed by you. The cosmos cannot compare, nor do they dare to try." He murmured sweet nothings into the crook of your neck as his thumb circled your still trembling entrance, soothing you for what came next. You whimpered into his hair, nerves frayed, and yet you still needed him. You already missed the way he filled you, and you ground your hips against him, using the wall behind you as leverage. "So eager," he purred. It sounded close enough to praise for you to mewl into his ear and tighten your grip on him. "Very well, my dearest," he murmured, his fingers leaving you to position himself at your entrance. "I will not leave you wanting."
When he sank into you, letting you slide down the wall to mount him properly, you shuddered into each other's mouths - it felt like coming home. He gave you time to adjust to the size of him - thick, but oh, so perfect - before his thumb found your swollen nub and circled it - once; twice - then paused. You wailed at the contact, hips bucking without your permission, and you choked out a sob as he pulsed inside of you. "Gaaale," you whined, your eyes screwed so tightly shut that your head ached. "Please- please!"
"Tell me what you want, my love," he cooed in your ear - a playful taunt from your earlier stunt.
You groaned, too far gone to pay him back in kind. "P-please move. Move, god, please, please, please..." your voice fell off, but Gale seemed satisfied with your answer, pressing his lips to yours and pulling you halfway off his cock before lowering you down again with a hiss. You took him greedily, panting into his ear as he used the wall to his advantage, angling himself to plunge deep every time, and whispering words you no longer understood into the skin at your shoulder. As his pace frenzied, your fingers dove into his damp brown locks and dragged his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. Your body slid against his, sweat mingling with release as skin slapped against skin - the only sound in the room besides the fervent declarations of love whispered between you.
You felt his muscles pulling taut beneath you and his grip on your backside tightened as he rutted into you. "Hold-" the word was strangled, but the meaning was clear enough. You gripped his shoulders and one of his hands traveled between you, his thumb pressing against your clit so suddenly that you saw white and your body descended into violent shakes, your pleasure tearing through you like a storm. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered Gale coming apart inside of you, his arms locked so tightly around you that you were no longer certain where he ended and you began, panting your name in your ear as hot spurts of his seed coated your walls.
You floated back into awareness slowly, small spasms keeping you walking the edge of reality and ecstasy as Gale lowered you both down onto the soft sheets, you atop him. You hummed against his chest, already pleasantly aching as he softened inside of you. "My sweet love," he mumbled, lips on the damp hair at the crown of your head. "You are wondrous."
A soft giggle fell from your lips and you craned your neck surging up to capture his mouth with yours. "You're not so bad yourself," you teased and he quirked a tired brow at you.
"Not so bad?" His gaze was pointed, but there was enough mirth behind it that you knew he had understood your intent. You giggled again and bumped his nose with your own.
"'Not so bad', in this case, meaning world-endingly, mind-blowingly perfect in every way," you nuzzled his nose and he chuckled, arms encircling you again.
"Well, I suppose that's high enough praise to consider the evening won."
You laughed then, full-bodied and uninhibited, and Gale's eyes softened, watching you like you were the only stars the sky had ever needed. "I should say so."
"Shall we sleep, or shall we bathe, milady?" Gale asked, fingers trailing up and down your spine.
You shivered when he reached your low back. "Sleep. We'll wake and bathe in a couple of hours. I, for one, don't believe I could make it to the terrace from here, let alone the bathroom."
Gale laughed, shaking his head. "I would carry you, my love. I am not so weak after that little endeavor that I could not carry my partner to a well-deserved bath."
You flushed, still unused to someone so confident in lifting you, and tucked your nose into his neck. "Sleep, Gale. I don't want to move from this spot just yet. You are quite comfortable, you know."
His palms made tracks up and down your body and he chuckled lowly. "Very well. I can't say I'm opposed to remaining wrapped up in you a little longer, myself."
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