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“Gale, honey?”
It had been a little over a tenday in Waterdeep. Everything was still new and Gale and Havoc were still learning how to coexist, finding out new things about each other as the gentle days allowed them to relax and open up. Astarion seemed to shift back and forth between wanting company and hiding away, and Gale still was not allowing anyone but himself into the basement workshop, but considering all they had gone through they were doing their best.
Gale and Havoc were alone this morning, spending some time in the library. Gale had been wanting to look through a few of his books, a research topic prickling at his mind for a few days now. It was storming, the sound of rain could be heard hitting the streets and a chill had settled in the tower, making the perfect excuse to curl up in front of a fire and read instead of being productive elsewhere. Gale had closed the book in his hand when Havoc spoke, holding his finger to mark the page, to look up to where the tiefling was lounged in the chair next to him.
“Yes, my love? What can I do for you?”
Havoc pulled at the hem of his shirt. It was a rare habit for the man so used to spinning his words and embodying confidence. “Are you particularly focused on what you’re reading right now? I wanted to ask you something but I don’t want to disrupt you.”
Gale quickly picks up a scrap of paper from the table next to him to act as a more permanent bookmark before setting the tome down and facing Havoc fully. “Thank you for being so considerate but I assure you whatever is on your mind is my priority. Please, unburden your thoughts with me.”
“It’s about the other morning that we spent in bed.”
“The morning we- oh!” Gale clears his throat a little and Havoc smiles at the way the tops of his ears turn a little red. “That was wonderful. I hope you felt satisfied and taken care of. I know there has been a lot happening trying to settle into life here that we have spent little of it just the two of us but know that I am-”
“Gale.” He stops speaking when Havoc whispers his name, eyes wide and earnest as he looks at his partner. “Don’t spiral, it's nothing like that. Every day here has been amazing and there is no one I would rather navigate all this with than you.”
Some of the tension seems to leave Gale, morphing to confusion. “I share the sentiment. But then what, may I ask, is troubling you?”
“Well it's about you mentioning that it had been a long while since you had experienced any sort of physical intimacy before we got together.” Havoc’s expression is held carefully neutral. Only him tapping his fingers together in a silent rhythm gives away any of his emotion, the small action of his anxiety.
Gale sighs and pulls a leg up onto the chair, wrapping around himself. “Havoc I am really not sure I understand what there might be to discuss. It seems foolish to expect to be known by a goddess the same way as by a mortal. I was not lacking for physical intimacy, it was merely different- left my body a bit more reactive in the time since.” Gales expression looks tired, and Havoc feels guilty for bringing it up again. The situation gnaws at him, but maybe it was too soon to try and have a discussion about it. Or perhaps he should have spent more time sorting his feelings out on his own.
The quiet of Havoc's thinking leaves space for Gale to continue on. “And even so, it is a topic of the past. I am not so clouded by ambition anymore to not see the ways I was molded as a young man.” He leans forward to rest his hand on Havoc’s, stilling his tapping fingers. “But my choices have ultimately landed me here. And while I can’t say I don’t regret some of them, I am happy where I’ve ended up. Happy to have you. I look forward to experiencing new things together.”
Havoc smiles at Gale, intertwining their fingers. “I’ll leave it alone. I’m not entirely sure what I was looking for reassurance about, but it feels a little better to have gotten it.”
“If you parse through to the source of what was bothering you, I would be open to having a pointed conversation. Otherwise, thank you. I am glad it helped in some way. I don't endeavor for you to feel uneasy about anything.”
They let the silence settle, keeping their hands linked. Gale picks back up his book and opens it in his lap to continue his reading while Havoc relaxes and watches the fire. His thoughts wander and he looks at his lover, admiring the way the firelight moves along the curves of his face.
“Gale!” The outburst startles Gale, who just manages to keep his book from falling out of his lap, pulling his other hand up and over his chest.
“Yes? Is everything okay?”
Havoc’s look has completely shifted, staring into Gale like he is trying to find something hidden. He narrows his eyes a little before asking, “If most of your experience is off of this plane, does that mean when you told me of reading about the effects of danger and forms of stimulation and whatnot, you actually meant you read about it in a book ?”
“Well yes of course. That is what I said after all. What else would I have meant?” Gale looks confused, but also sits up a little straighter, more defensive.
“I assumed you were just flirting. In a coy way or something by using your reading as an excuse to bring it up in the moment.”
“No, at that moment I was very taken by how thrilling it was to fight alongside you. You are quite something in the midst of battle, and with how unpleasant the surroundings were it stood out to me how beautiful you were. I remembered what I had read and was letting you know. Don’t be mistaken I was absolutely flirting with you, but not on false pretenses. I have done an awful lot of reading.”
As Gale finishes he looks up to find Havoc leaning in, assessing him. “Oh you’ve done a lot of reading? Do you have a lot of secret filth and fantasies then? A whole collection of knowledge you’ve never acted upon?”
“I didn’t think I was being secretive about them! To my knowledge I was being quite upfront about things.”
Havoc is stopped by how confused Gale looks at him. He thinks back through their interactions, the things Gale has said and the ways he has flirted. Havoc has spent most of his life learning to mold his words and say beautiful and exciting things. It never fully dawned on him Gale was being completely earnest. The realization must pass over his features, as he can see Gale holding back a laugh when he finally utters “Oghma help me, I’m an idiot aren’t I?”
Gale only giggles a little as he takes Havoc’s hands again. “No my love. You just are not the most insightful man I have ever met.”
Havoc groans and leans his head down to rest on their joined hands. Gale presses a kiss to the top of his head before continuing. “I would have tried to be more clear had I known, but I am glad we are on the same page now. Though I do hope this doesn’t change your opinions of me. I have a wide range of interests, but certainly do not require anything beyond what you are comfortable with to be satisfied by you. I don't want you to think I expect more from.. you..”
Gale’s words trail off as Havoc leans up, a grin spread wide across his face, looking at him like something to be consumed.
“Don't fret. I know that. But now I’m curious.” Havoc steps out of his chair and slides himself into Gale’s lap, straddling his thighs and wrapping his arms up around his shoulders. Gale’s hands settle low on Havoc’s hips. “What else have you read about in your books?”
Gale stares up at Havoc, a blush dusting his cheeks. “I think it might take a very long time to go through all of them, my love.” He looks down at where his hands run over Havoc’s hips and dip onto his thighs, before looking back up to meet his eyes. “There are so very many things I think I would like, or want to experience in a new way. There is so much I would like to experience with you .”
Havoc watches as Gale’s eyes drift over his shoulder, to where his tail is swishing slowly back and forth. “Do you want something right now, sweetheart?” He pulls his tail around to run the tip up Gale’s chest, slowly trailing up until it can tip up his chin. Gale’s eyes darken and Havoc can feel him shift a little underneath him.
“Yes.” Gale’s voice is just above a whisper.
Havoc leans in, only a few inches from Gale’s face. “And what is it that you want?”
Gale’s eyes linger on Havoc’s mouth, his tongue passes across to wet his lips before he looks him in the eyes again. “You. Anything.” He shivers a little as Havoc’s tail traces up his jaw and swirls around his cheek. “Anything, as long as it’s you.”
Havoc runs the fingers of one hand through the side of Gale’s hair, pushing it back from his face and tucking it behind his ear. “I’m glad you trust me so. I want you to actually tell me some of those fun thoughts in your head when you aren't so distracted.” He scratches his claws through the coarse hair on Gale’s face, stopping by settling his thumb in the middle of his chin. “Now open for me.”
With a little pressure from Havoc’s hand, Gale easily drops his chin to open his mouth. Havoc smiles at him while he moves his tail down from his cheek to settle the tip of it past Gale’s lips. Pulling his hand away, Havoc instructs, “Go ahead.”
Havoc doesn't move his tail any further, forcing Gale to lean forward into it. He closes his mouth around the tip of it while he looks up at Havoc, running his tongue along the edge and creating a little suction.
While the sensation is not entirely new to Havoc, it is still very pleasant. He begins to move his tail in short thrusts into Gale’s mouth, enjoying the ways the mage is reacting. His breath is picking up, he shifts a little underneath him, and his fingers dig into where they hold Havoc’s hips. Havoc is transfixed watching him, only broken from the spell when Gale moans a little, the action sending a little vibration that feels like it travels from the tip of his tail completely up his spine.
The disruption is also enough to make Havoc aware of the urgency of his desire. With an awkward shuffle of limbs, he begins to untie his pants and shift them off. His tail doesn't leave Gale’s mouth, but the wizard has enough wherewithal to help, holding him steady and pulling at fabric until Havoc’s pants are thrown behind him.
“Off. Pull these down.” Havoc reluctantly pulls his tail back a little and yanks at the ties of Gale’s pants now.
“Please. Yes.” Gale’s voice is more desperate than Havoc is used to hearing, and it doesn't take them long to shimmy his pants down. They don’t make it fully off, but sit bunched at Gale’s knees before Havoc settles again in his lap, a little higher up to be able to press their lengths together.
At the contact, both men moan a little, which Havoc takes advantage of to press the point of his tail back into Gale’s mouth. He looks surprised for a moment before settling in quickly to suck and tease at it earnestly.
The sensation is delicious, and Havoc loses the rest of his self control when Gale also wraps a hand around the both of them, twining their fingers together while holding a steady pressure for them both to buck into.
“Yes, that's so good.” Havoc braces an arm on the back of the chair, giving himself better leverage to rock his hips. “You’re so good for me. Your mouth is incredible.”
The calluses of Gale’s hands catch every few thrusts, anchoring Havoc, reminding him of the power the man below him wields in his hands. He has watched Gale lay waste to hordes of enemies at a time, pulling the weave and dancing it safely around his companions. But in this moment, he is utterly pliant. In the safety of his tower in Waterdeep, with someone he trusts, Gale just stares up at his lover, cheeks flush, lips wet where they wrap around Havoc’s tail. It makes Havoc feel powerful, and completely besotted with the privilege to know Gale’s submission.
“You look incredible. You belong like this, with something in your mouth.” Havoc sees the little nod, and feels Gale moan as he shifts his hips a little faster up into their joined hands.
“I can't imagine how you’ll react to your other fantasies if you are so desperate from just my tail in your mouth.” Havoc’s voice is breathier, more strained as he also gets closer to the peak. “You have other holes I could fuck with my tail love.” Gale’s eyes open wide, and his hips stutter a little as he moans. “You would like that? My, how filthy you’d look.”
Havoc can feel the rhythm in their hips falter, the heat pooling in his own belly. He leans in close to Gale’s face and pushes a little deeper into his throat with the tip of his tail. “Gods, yes Gale. Choke on me, pretty thing. You’re so good, that’s perfect. You feel perfect. Let go for me.”
Gale gags a little, but doesn't break eye contact as Havoc’s words settle over him. Havoc can see the relief of being given permission, and feels Gale’s whole body tighten and arch up under him as his release shoots warm and messy across both their stomachs. It only takes Havoc a few more thrusts, slick with Gale’s cum, to find his own orgasm in their hands.
Both let their hands go, avoiding tilting into oversensitivity. Havoc settles heavily into Gale’s lap, not caring about the mess, and laying his head on his shoulder while they both catch their breath, his tail swaying slowly behind him.
Havoc recovers first, leaning back to see Gale with his eyes closed and head tilted against the chair back. He has not moved except to settle both hands firmly back on Havoc’s thighs. Havoc runs his hands gently up his arms and shoulders, then down his chest, repeating until Gale lifts his head and cracks his eyes open. “Hey there handsome, glad you’re back with me.” Gale just nods and smiles warmly.
“Are you feeling okay?” Havoc cups the side of Gale’s face, taking him in. “That was a little more than I expected. I don’t want to cross any boundaries.”
Gale shakes his head a little before resting in havoc’s palm. “None of it was unwelcome I assure you.” His voice is huskier than usual. “We can dedicate some time to a discussion of our limits, but that was.. You were..” Despite what they had just done Gale flusters a bit, looking down and taking a deep breath before continuing. “Wonderful. It was wonderful.”
Havoc leans in, and they share a soft kiss. “We should clean up. And maybe not linger too long, mostly naked, in your library. We aren't actually the only two here.”
A flash of panic sets across Gale’s face at the realization before both men are shuffling about, pulling on clothes haphazardly. They quickly try to make sure they have left no mess and with clothes half tied and hair disheveled, scurry back to their bedroom, laughing and sharing brief touches and quick kisses along the way.