Gale back home in Waterdeep, getting to do things properly. he never even left. no tadpole, no adventure, no orb problem poof it's fine actually he's on a regular rebound. smitten with someone he met at the market. sweeping you off your feet through all the dinners and drinks and dates until he’s doe eyed at actually having you in his bedroom. fingers trailing up your spine, holding your body against his and speaking the sweetest words to you but hesitant to take that next step without assurance.
he apologizes and says it's been a while for him and then watches with wide obedient eyes as you push him onto the bed. you know how to bring the confident man back out to play and decide to show him what to do, moving your fingers over his and the second he slips a finger into you he’s addicted to the snug warmth. he doesn't need guidance anymore, moving with liquid courage now that he's gotten drunk on your moans. the way you whimper out his name, desperate for more more more... he makes you orgasm the first time. it's one of the good ones where your thighs shake and your mind empties, back arching off the bed and grinding down hard on his hand while you grip his taught forearm. Gale looks down reverently at you, like you're sacred and secret and how did he not know about this for so long? already kissing his way to worship at the core of your pleasure.
thinking about straddling Gale's lap and taking his cock deep over and over. it's hot, it stretches you full so easily as you bounce against him. you cup his face in your hands and breeeaathe into his open, panting mouth but do not kiss him. "i want you to lose yourself in me." his hands already on your hips shift to your waist and grip a little harder. you can see the command flicker active in his deep eyes as he starts to move you up and down the length of him now, doing what you wanted. taking what he needed but would deny himself. his cock leaking inside your tight hole right before he's close. you can tell he's almost gone, his face tense and still with focus yet eyes clouded and in another realm. you moan in his ear, words racing past your lips to beat him to the finish "inside me Gale. cum inside and don't take it out." Gale's breathless whine, you press your lips to his and swallow it. he's gripping your sweaty body tight to his as he fills you. wet and hot and filthy. just like you asked.
Galetober/Kinktober Day 31 - Gale + Hot Tub Sex- 588 words
a happy month and big thanks to all of you ♥ Galetober prompts from @artsywarden (special sincere thanks for the prompt month. you've spoiled us all)
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you were lost in his kiss when Gale's hands swirled through the water to your lower back, pulling you onto his lap in a fluid motion. one hand remained, the other cradled your cheek as he deepened the angle of your lips. he had a tendency to groan into all but the most innocent of kisses, you'd think he was a terrible tease if his specific weakness for you hadn't been made so evident, but right now he was moaning into your open mouth; soft but shameless. the heat of the bubbling water, your wet bodies locked in an easy grind, it must be making him light-headed. and oh, was he gorgeous like this. the virtue of his blush alone, strikingly boyish against strong, masculine features, a fuller red than you'd ever seen on him, it had need tumbling through your stomach. but no, his broad shoulders also glistened, inviting you to hold on. even above the chlorine, his scent pure delusional intoxication. the right inhale chased every single thought from mind. his chestnut hair clung damply to his cheek, your temples. he slicked it back on a parting of your lips and when he pressed his thumb to your bottom lip you sucked it in to the knuckle. an exploratory bite with the run of your molars and you felt his cock stir, his endless brown eyes momentarily helpless as his hand wraps around the entirety of your wrist.
he was so, so deep. it had to be slow here, deliberate, and so you had to have him deep. slow rolls, no bouncing. languid penetration that stayed controlled so he never unfilled you. making love, instead of fucking. your bodies melted together in sweat and heat, needy for him. needy for you. the frothing waters smothered all but your wettest kisses and sloppiest pleas to one another. more, so tight, please, just like that, yes, fuck, please, i love you, feel so good, gods. Gale squeezes you by filthy handfuls, your ass, thighs, chest, every grippable inch. and in return you bare his throat to your lips with a pull at the base of his hair, suckling darkness onto his gullet with a moan of his name and a clench around him. that earns a deep gasp and assertive hold on your hips and then he's moving you up and down on his cock. and you're taking him, taking him well, chest to chest, arching your back, moaning into his hot, damp neck, and after so much build up he has both of you cumming against each other in muffled shouts against wet skin. breathless against his heaving chest, then stilling and silent, calm. wrapped in safety and satisfaction.
the chill of the night washes over your bodies as you stand, the bath vanishing as the wizard dismisses it. Gale is a debauched, sweaty wreck when he kisses your cheek as he steadies you by the hand. both your legs tremble and you share a laugh, Gale's playful eyes meet yours in song and dance. "You were the vision you always are, and I loved that very much, but might I suggest next time we fulfill a more temperate fantasy? I'm picturing something with palm trees and frosted glasses of fruity drinks. I can source quality coconuts for us at the market, no conjuration necessary." it is his sweet eagerness that pierces your heart anew when he leans in conspiratorially. "Admittedly, I may have a suggestion of apparel in mind already for that. If you'll have me."
the extravagant item was summoned into the master bedroom as trivially as shifting an ottoman a few degrees. you waited for Gale at the edge of the bed, looking between your own reflection and the eager, playful face you're all too familiar with. your skin heats up as your lover glances between you and the mirror, making sure the angle is to his liking before stabilizing it with a small flourish and striding to you. the bed sinks your body to his and his lips are at your ear conspiratorially, "And here I'd begun to worry you'd seen enough of me."
he has you on knees and palms now. one hand curled around your throat, the other leveraging your hip to bounce you onto him. Gale looks rapturous behind you. on his knees but so upright, so very in control. you could see where his dark hair trailed down into fullness at his groin, just barely able to make out the base of his thick cock when his hips pulled back. you could not see where he was fucking into you but ooh could you feel it. so very very full of him like this. body so arched your wetness spilled from you to dampen the sheets between your knees.
his fingers slip from your neck as you sink onto your elbows, moaning and quivering around him, your eyelids dropping. "No no, eyes open. Pay attention. Watch us, watch us." Gale slows to deep, emphatic thrusts. he rolls your nipple between his fingers, then pinching. "Focus."
he's smirking. the blazing starlight of his gaze meeting yours again upon that silvered surface. heat, desire, love. everything he was and could give revealed in a moment of cool, moonlit clarity. and he sees you. all of you. beauty and passion and tenderness and humanity.
you whine and push your hips backwards, wanting physical speed and roughness to match the intensity of the mind game. he instead stops and lets you fuck yourself on him, kneads your ass gently, breathes deep in the scent of mingled sex and sound of a single point of slippery friction. you're back up on both palms grunting like an animal as you take him despite disadvantage, gaze turning harder. you hold that damnably smug, boyish expression as Gale drops his hands entirely and watches himself disappear into you, then back in the mirror to watch your face while you fuck him. your voice thin with heat and frustration, "Gale."
he raises an eyebrow, voice too calm, "Be good for me and ask, beauty." his hands return to your hips along with the smallest piston of his hips. "Beg. If you're cross enough."
