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"A small gesture to your comfort," Gale said with a soft smile, motioning to the clearing in front of him. Vai'dryn cocked his head to the side briefly in confusion, but any doubt he had washed away as soon as he turned to face Gale and was met with his loving gaze. Under normal circumstances, Vai'dryn would have asked just what in the Nine Hells was going on, but the bard knew better.

Gale Dekarios was anything but normal. 

Something inside of Vai'dryn whispered for him to let go and trust. So, he did. Taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes, Vai'dryn extended his arms outwards before falling back. He should have met the unforgiving forest floor, but he somehow knew he wouldn't. His sense of shock came when he opened his eyes and found himself embraced by a grand down feather bed, richer than anything he'd ever laid in before. Its decadently soft surface was expertly fitted with satin amethyst sheets, a plush periwinkle duvet, and enough fluffed pillows to match that one would never want for a pillow again. Draped above was a silken canopy that matched the sheets; its moonlit fabric cascading down the elegantly carved mahogany posts that held it aloft.

Vai'dryn could feel his usual aches and pains begin to dissipate the longer he laid down, letting out a blissful sigh as his muscles relaxed for the first time since the nautiloid crash. He came to find it was due to the seemingly self-sustained warmth that radiated from the blanket, along with the comforting scent of lavender vanilla and sea salt that wafted through the chilled night air. It was as if the bedding had just been plucked off of a drying line in Waterdeep itself after spending a day basking in the summer sun.

Vai'dryn's thoughts began to wander, the ache of lost love tightening his chest as the memory of his evening spent with Astarion drifted into his mind. While he knew everyone in camp made due with the environment available to them, his first forest tryst paled in comparison to the luxury he was experiencing now. The vampire seemed ethereal to him when he stepped out into the moonlight, and even now residual feelings stirred recalling how the pale elf's honeyed words made Vai'dryn swoon. However, rutting in the dirt and waking up alone with sticks in his hair the morning after shattered the illusion, leaving Vai'dryn feeling used and disappointed.

Astarion’s cold mannerism after the fact only added insult to injury. Just recently Astarion spat barbed, snide retorts back at Vai'dryn for trying to tell him he'll keep him safe, further solidifying that the bard made the right choice for himself in choosing Gale. The vampire’s actions, or lack thereof, sealed the fate of their budding relationship and completely quelled the embers of love that Vai’dryn once held for him. Vai'dryn was never one to play games and, as much as it pained him, he simply couldn't be the one to chip away at the ice around the vampire's heart. The drow knew why the elf acted the way he did after Astarion decided to finally be honest with Vai'dryn, as well as himself, but his confession came too late. Astarion didn't need another lover to warm his bed, but a friend to steer him in the right direction, and the bard had told him as much just a few evenings before.

Vai'dryn wanted… No. He needed someone who would tell him their feelings outright, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Love and companionship should never be a game of cat and mouse. He needed to truly love and, for once, be truly loved in return. Vai'dryn shook his head to stop ruminating, pushing the thoughts of the past aside to focus back to the present. Propping himself up on one arm, he settled his gaze on the man who checked all the boxes right in front of him. The drow drew small circles with his fingers over the empty space next to him and flashed Gale a coy smile before reaching his hand out in a silent invitation, beckoning the wizard towards him.

His heart skipped a beat as Gale began to approach, the brazen confidence he had moments ago waning once he noticed the wizard’s eyes darken with need after each agonizingly slow, sauntering step he took forward. What little confidence remained completely evaporated as soon as that damnable smirk Vai'dryn grew to love began to dance upon Gale's lips. ‘ Those hazel eyes ...,' Vai'dryn thought, his heart pounding in his chest as Gale drew ever closer. ' Gods, that fucking smile ... Eilistraee have mercy '.

Gale took Vai'dryn's hand in his and laced their fingers together, kissing the back of the drow’s hand tenderly as he finally closed the distance between them. He knelt on the bed before Vai'dryn and sat back, allowing himself a moment to take in the beautiful sight in front of him. Vai'dryn's satin black shirt had lifted slightly when he had fallen back, revealing his lean midriff and the wizard made no attempt to hide that he enjoyed the view. Gale's gaze trailed down the perfect ‘V’ that cut dramatically into the bard's hips and noticed that what was exposed of Vai’dryn’s skin seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. Drow typically had skin color that matched an aspect found in the inhospitable depths of their home, ranging from the deep purple of amethyst to the dusty teal of cave lichen. Vai'dryn, however, was unusual compared to the rest of his kin. Having been born albino, or szarkai as his people called it, his skin was an exceptionally pale shade of blue. The color was more akin to the ghostly glow that surrounded the sussur flower; a rare, beautiful bloom that peppered the gnarled branches of the great sussur trees native to the Underdark.

Gale had already spent countless nights fantasizing about how gorgeous Vai'dryn would look bare and bathed in moonlight before he had even shared his desire of a passionate kiss in the Weave. He thought of when Vai'dryn’s slender hands gripped him to pull him from the stone. He remembered the white hot jealousy that flared within him when he noticed the way Astarion and Shadowheart looked at the leader of their strange collective. Gale was, quite honestly, in shock this was all real. A portion of him was still unable to believe Vai'dryn wanted him in the end. Not the version of him that created enchanting dreamscapes within the Weave, but the real him. The version of him that found an evening buried in a book by the hearth with a good glass of wine and Tara curled up in his lap well spent. For the first time in his life, Gale knew what it felt like to be truly seen for who he was by the one he loved. He was ecstatic to share the first of what he hoped to be many nights to come with Vai'dryn beneath the stars, exchanging those three little words he had sworn he'd never say again after Mystra.

“...Are you sure you aren’t a god?” Gale teased with a grin, once again gracing the back of Vai'dryn's delicate hand with a kiss. “With the way you shimmer in the moonlight, I swear you radiate with the lustrous beauty of Eilistraee herself.”

Vai’dryn rolled his eyes in response to Gale's over-the-top flattery, yet still found himself blushing with a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Vai’dryn caressed the side of Gale's face with his hand, his once joyful expression replaced with one of mourning, a familiar ache settling in his heart as he studied the blackened veins that branched from the outer corner of Gale's eye. They acted as a constant, sobering reminder to both of them that their days together were numbered if a cure couldn’t be found for Gale’s worsening affliction. Vai'dryn was terrified that the man who held his heart could fade away at any moment. Whether he fell in battle or rashly decided that Mystra’s forgiveness was worth more than his own life; Vai'dryn emerged from his trance each morning with the sickening thought that it could be the last.

Vai’dryn brushed his fingertips delicately across Gale’s cheek, gradually trailing them downward before he splayed them across where the orb rested within Gale’s chest. The wizard’s folly was insatiable, an ever hungering parasite that mercilessly drained more from him with each passing day. Vai’dryn was accustomed to smiling through his own pain to support those around him as a bard, but he could feel the walls he built to protect himself turning to nothing more than a pile of rubble. Vai’dryn turned away from Gale and screwed his eyes shut to hide his tears, a pained hiss escaping through his gritted teeth as he desperately tried to keep himself together. But just like before, something inside him told him to trust and let go. So, just like before, he did. Vai’dryn opened his eyes and loosened his jaw, allowing the tears to finally fall and the choking sobs to rack his body as the sorrow he had kept locked away caved in like a collapsing star.

“I can’t do this without you... I need you,” Vai’dryn managed between hitched breaths, his voice tinged with trepidation, desperately trying to convey that his need was far from a lust-filled declaration. He shifted his tearful gaze upward and took in deep, steadying breaths before continuing. “And by this , I mean everything . Every moment, every second. This journey and the life waiting for us once it's over. Till the day Death takes us and we meet again in the flowering meadows of Elysium. All of it. With you. I am hopelessly in love with you, Gale Dekarios”.

Gale's expression was bittersweet as Vai’dryn spoke, his own cheeks becoming streaked with tears. He wanted to wash Vai'dryn's pain away. He wanted to hold him while he wept and piece back together each beautiful fragment of the drow’s shattered heart. The wizard felt his breath catch in his throat with every crystalline tear he saw trickling down the drow’s face.

“I’m hopelessly in love with you too, Vai’dryn Moonlyre,” Gale murmured soothingly, leaning down to kiss away his lover’s tears, an unexpected shiver running up his spine as the first alkaline note slipped past his lips and onto his tongue.

As the moment stretched on, uncertainty and shame knotted Gale's stomach while unseemly thoughts swirled in his mind. Gods, he loved this, didn’t he . Seeing his partner so vulnerable and exposed. Crying for him so sweetly. It ignited a strange primal desire that burned hot within him. He needed to hear the bard sing his name. He needed to mark them as his. Gale wanted to show Vai'dryn how much he needed him through his actions, not just his words.

He needed to make Vai'dryn come undone.

As the carnal heat continued to build, Gale found himself practically sighing with bliss after each tear he kissed away, knowing the satisfaction from his newfound desire couldn’t last forever. Gale decided to savor the last one, tracing the tip of his tongue delicately over the shimmering path it created along Vai’dryn’s sharp jawline, unable to control himself from letting out a satisfied moan in the drow’s ear once he reached its end.

Gale drew himself back slowly, his face hot with embarrassment, hoping for signs that Vai'dryn shared his desires. Thankfully, Vai'dryn's body was telling quite the tale and it didn't take long for Gale to receive his answer. His eyes clouded with lust as he watched the drow squirm impatiently in front of him with crimsoned cheeks, letting out the sweetest whimper as he parted his legs in invitation. Gale accepted without hesitation, easing himself in and expertly spreading the bard's legs further apart with his own. Another sweet whimper from the drow filled the air once Gale's hips settled perfectly against him. 

Gale cradled Vai'dryn's face in his hands, their lips now only a hair's breadth apart.

“... Usstan ssrig'luin dos, ichl , (I need you, too,)” Gale whispered, his voice dripping with yearning, each word in High Drow caressing Vai'dryn's parted lips. “ Orn dos inbal uns'aa?” (Will you have me?)

A blush creeped across Vai’dryn’s cheeks all the way to the tips of his pointed ears upon hearing words spoken to him in his native tongue. It had been so long that it felt like a dream. He was initially surprised, but then thought: Should he be? The man before him truly wasn’t like any other. However, learning High Drow was no easy feat, especially with how Gale was able to make it seem like he’d been speaking it for years. Vai’dryn began to wonder if that’s why Gale took such keen interest in every last dusty tome and diary he found during their time in the Underdark.

“...Gale, have you… always known how to speak High Drow?” Vai’dryn asked, his curiosity overwhelming him in the intimate moment, unable to believe the wizard would learn such a difficult language just for him.

“I- You-,” Gale started, staring at Vai’dryn in disbelief, “I just licked your tears off your face, while moaning might I add, yet this is what you question?”

“You watched me lick a dead spider. Not once, but thrice,” Vai’dryn riposted without missing a beat. “I don’t kink-shame, Gale”.

“...Fair enough. To answer your question then, no. Well, not until recently. Fairly recently, in fact. Within the last fortnight, if I may be so precise,” Gale stated nonchalantly, his face alight with a playful grin. “Certainly not just for a beauty such as yourself. No, never. I merely thought it would be a fun challenge”.

“Oh, I- Apologies. I just- Well…” Vai’dryn stammered, averting his eyes in a failed attempt to hide his disappointed expression.

‘ He couldn’t seriously be thinking it wasn’t for him, ’ the wizard thought as he gave the bard a dumbfounded look. As the seconds passed by, the increasing aura of dismay and puppy dog eyes became impossible to ignore. Gale needed to face the hard truth of the evidence presented like the scholar he prided himself on being.

‘ For the love of Ao, he truly thinks it wasn’t for him… ’, Gale thought in utter disbelief.

“Oh, for Mystra’s sake, Vai'dryn, of course it was for you! I mean, look-! Gods, just look at you!” Gale exclaimed, placing special emphasis at the end as if “Reason: Vai'dryn” was an ancient, universally-known law of the cosmos. “You’re a bard, afterall! And what better way to impress a master of wit and word than with the song of his people”.

Vai'dryn's eyes instantly brightened and his soft, melodious laughter fluttered through the evening air in response to Gale's decree. “Alright, alright! You may consider this bard impressed, Mr. Dekarios,” Vai’dryn chimed with a mirthful smile. “Now, where were we… Ah, that's right…”

Vai'dryn leaned in close to Gale, the drow's affectionate aura shifting to one of longing with a single hushed whisper before their eyes finally locked onto one another.

“Siyo”. (Yes…)

They had met each other's gaze hundreds of times before, but this time felt different from the rest. The surrounding forest quieted till only the rhythmic sound of two hearts beating as one could be heard. The soft moonlight filtering through the canopy seemed to brighten as if willed by Selune herself, bathing the two lovers perfectly in its pale glow.

It felt sacred.

Magical. 

Time seemed to stand still just for them.

In that moment, they lost themselves in one another. Fingertips brushed trembling lips, and caressed flushed cheeks, desperately trying to carve every aspect of each other into memory. An act born from their shared fear of loss and broken hearts. Every smile line and scar alike was sacred. They were worth remembering. They were worth worshiping. 

They were worth living for.

“... Siyo ”, Vai’dryn breathed once more in anticipation.

Their lips finally met, the air of longing around them igniting from the instantaneous spark. It wasn't long before they began to kiss one another feverishly, ravenous for each other’s taste, their tongues intertwining as the kiss deepened. They drank in each other's moans, desperately trying to satiate the thirst of desire. Vai’dryn wrapped his legs around Gale's waist, subconsciously grinding his hips against the wizard fluidly, causing the sweetest sound Vai'dryn had ever heard to escape from his partner's throat. Gale pulled away panting in order to stop himself from rushing, no matter how much he wanted to. Vai’dryn whined in frustration from the sudden withdrawal, trying to pull the wizard back into his embrace to no avail.

“Shh, don’t worry, my love,” Gale reassured as he righted himself, kicking off his shoes before reaching for the hem of his purple velour tunic and taking it off in one fluid motion. “I’m far from done with you”.

Gale ran a hand through his tousled chestnut locks with a grin, his smoldering gaze fixated on the bard as he observed their amethyst eyes wander insatiably over his exposed chest. 

“Oh…? Does someone like what they see?” Gale teased as he removed Vai’dryn’s shoes, kissing the drow’s ankles with reverence as he did. 

Vai'dryn scoffed and rolled his eyes in response, nudging Gale playfully with his leg. “Hmph, you know it's no fun if you already know the answer is ‘fuck yes’”.

“Oh, I'll have you saying those two words in response to many things tonight,” the wizard countered with a wink. 

Vai'dryn was at a loss for words as his mind flooded with the many possibilities. He was the prettiest shade of pink from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, trying but failing to find a witty retort to throw back. The irony of a bard being too turned-on to speak wasn’t lost on Vai'dryn, opting to flip Gale off instead for robbing him of his most valuable weapon. Feeling pleased with himself, Gale hummed while he focused on unlacing the black, leather corset accentuating Vai’dryn’s slender waist and unbuttoning the silken blouse beneath. He made impressively quick work of both and tossed them aside, adding to the growing pile of discarded clothes on the forest floor. Vai’dryn placed his hands above his head, his ebony hair splayed around his head like a dark halo as he admired the man above him. He cast his gaze downward to the waistline of Gale’s trousers, feeling the heat build in his core upon noting the rather large outline of Gale’s cock through the constraining fabric.

“If you’re wondering whether my trousers are excruciatingly uncomfortable at the moment, I can assure you that your assumptions are most accurate,” Gale quipped, a mischievous light dancing in his eyes before glancing downward himself, nodding in mock contemplation and pursing his lips. “One could conclude, upon observation of the glaring evidence before them, that you're suffering from a similar affliction. Not to worry though, my love, no cleric needed for this one! If I'm correct, which I usually am, a wizard and his practiced tongue will surely do the trick”.

Vai'dryn closed his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “Ugh, gods… I couldn't have phrased it more repellently myself. Thank you, Gale. I swear, if you were any other man, I'd have been half way back to camp already”.

“Well, thank the gods that I am not just any other man and for blessing me with such a patient partner”, Gale said pleasantly with a smile, setting his hands to work on fully unbuttoning Vai'dryn's leather pants. “Now, shall we proceed?”

“Fuck yes”, the bard said eagerly, lifting his hips so Gale could easily slip his tight trousers down. 

“Mmm, I told you I'd have you saying it….”

“Gale, darling, light of my life. I say this with all the love in my heart; shut up .”

Vai'dryn should have shivered as the cool night air washed over his now naked body but he was too caught off guard by the immediate heat in his cheeks as he observed Gale's eyes taking in every inch of his lithe frame like a man starved for a millenia. “Gods, you're beautiful,” Gale said softly, sounding mesmerized as he began to trail his hands down Vai’dryn’s body. The night was deathly silent aside from the soft sighs and muffled moans that flowed from between Vai'dryn's lips while Gale worshiped every curve, dip and contour. The drow's skin prickled from the heat of Gale's touch and a shiver of anticipation ran up his spine as the wizard's hands slid ever lower. Gale paused for a moment, and Vai'dryn watched intently as the wizard removed his trousers before continuing his exploration. 

Vai'dryn's heart skipped a beat and the knot in his stomach tightened as he watched Gale trace the two sharp lines of his hips that led to his intended destination. The drow bit his lower lip in an attempt to muffle his moans as Gale began trailing his fingers delicately up and down the shaft of Vai’dryn’s throbbing length.

“Gale, please…”.

“‘Please’ what?” Gale teased with an alluring smile as he wrapped his fingers firmly around the bard’s aching cock and went to work on stroking him from tip to base at a perfect pace. “Tressym got your tongue?”

“Please… Don't-... Please don't stop… ”, Vai'dryn begged, covering his mouth with the back of his hand to try and quiet the soft moans and whimpers that trickled from between his lips.

“I hope you're not holding back those enchanting melodies for my sake, my love. Trust me when I say that I want to hear every salacious note you sing tonight,” Gale said keenly, continuing to stroke Vai'dryn fluidly while leaning in closer with each spoken word till his lips brushed against the drow's ear. “I want my name to be the crescendo that spills from your lips while I fuck you till you see stars…”

Vai'dryn felt a shiver run up his spine at Gale’s words, and his skin ignited with every hungry kiss the wizard planted down his body. The drow bit his lip as he felt Gale's hot breath caressing his hardened length. As soon as the wizard's mouth enveloped his cock, Vai’dryn didn't hold back, allowing himself to cry out in bliss. He moaned Gale's name as the wizard ran his tongue along the tip of Vai’dryn’s member, eagerly gathering every drop of desire that had already begun to leak. Gale's slightly calloused hand worked in tandem with his mouth to pleasure every inch of the bard's aching arousal. 

Vai'dryn found himself subconsciously bucking his hips to meet Gale's movements, his desperate pants filling the air with every thrust. He soon felt the head of his throbbing cock grinding against the back of the wizard’s throat over and over. Vai'dryn could feel his heart beat faster as the tingling warmth of his impending climax spread outwards from his core. It crept through his body like an invasive ivy, choking out every other feeling aside from the blinding pleasure. The bard was embarrassingly close after only a few moments of Gale’s full attention and, to Vai’dryn’s dismay, his desperation only steeled his partner’s resolve. 

“G-Gale! Ohh, fuuuck…”, Vai'dryn cried, feeling his balls tighten and his cock swell. “Oh, fuck, please! Gods, Gale, I don't want to! Not yet!”. All Vai’dryn truly wanted in that moment was to give in and watch Gale eagerly swallow his cum, but he somehow persevered. With only moments to spare, Vai'dryn laced his fingers through Gale's wavy locks and tightened his grip to still his movements. The drow took a moment to catch his breath, his hardened length pulsing in his lover’s mouth, desperate for release. Vai’dryn trailed his fingers down Gale’s cheek, tracing the wizard’s sharp jawline with his onyx stiletto nails, while admiring how the wizard looked with his cock in his mouth.   

Vai'dryn moved his hips upwards tentatively, observing Gale, seeking his lover’s consent. Gale responded by meeting Vai'dryn's burning gaze with his own, and slowly closing his eyes before providing an affirming swallow. Vai’dryn bit his lower lip as he began to roll his hips, his eyes rolling back as the warmth of Gale’s mouth enveloped him once more. He set a gentle pace at first, allowing Gale time to adjust to being at his mercy. The drow watched him through half-lidded eyes, relishing the warmth of Gale’s mouth, each rhythmic roll sliding him deeper.

“Gods, you take me so fucking well, Gale,” Vai’dryn praised as he felt himself brush the back of his lover’s throat.

Vai'dryn's head fell back and he moaned without abandon, his cries of ecstasy loud enough to surely be heard back at camp. The air around him seemed to crackle with the energy of his pleasure as Gale hummed around his throbbing cock and ran his tongue over the sensitive tip. Vai'dryn moved with purpose, Gale encouraging him into a merciless pace by gripping his hips and digging his nails into his skin; the biting pain causing Vai'dryn to grit his teeth and hiss in the midst of the euphoric haze. Gale moved a hand from Vai'dryn's hips and grazed his nails along the sensitive flesh of the bard's inner thigh. To the wizard's delight, his action was promptly rewarded in the form of a delicious, shuddering sigh that bolstered his desire to please. 

Vai'dryn felt the vibrations of Gale attempting to speak and glanced down to see the wizard's once dry hand instantaneously become slick with oil. Vai'dryn breath hitched in his chest as Gale began to tease his entrance in slow, circular motions with his finger. The drow’s eyes rolled back and fluttered shut. A soft keen escaped from between his lips as he felt Gale push inward, spreading him open, his cock becoming painfully hard as he felt Gale's finger slip further into him. Gale moaned around the drow, eagerly swallowing the spurts of pre that escaped from the tip as he slipped his finger as far as he could into Vai'dryn's warmth. The bard's legs began to shake and he cried out as the wizard began to curl his finger inside him, hitting a spot that made him see stars with every stroke.

“Ah, Gale, please! Please don't stop!” Vai'dryn begged shamelessly, his body shaking from the added stimulation, pushing him closer to the edge. “ I need more ! Please!”

Vai’dryn’s prayers were soon answered, crying out Gale’s name in reverence as the wizard slipped another slick finger inside him. Gale continued to work his fingers in and out while gently curling them in a come-hither motion, stoking the embers of the drow’s nerves with each pass until the flames roared to an inferno. 

“ Gale … Gale…!” Vai'dryn sang with every exhale, the movement of his hips stuttering as the heat became too much to bear. He let out a choking gasp as he thrust deep into Gale’s mouth with finality. “GALE!!”

The bard's eyes grew wide and his back arched off the bed, a rapturous cry ripping from his throat as his climax overtook him. He had to let go of the wizard's hair to claw at the sheets as every nerve in his body ignited with pleasure. Gale found himself whimpering with need and grinding his own hips against the silken sheets as Vai’dryn’s release hit the back of his throat, filling his mouth. He swallowed it greedily, his fingers still stroking the Vai'dryn’s inner walls, not satisfied until he was positive every last drop was milked from the bard. Gale released Vai’dryn’s softening cock with a wet pop and righted himself on his knees, licking his lips that danced with the proud smile as he watched Vai'dryn fall back onto the bed, attempting to recover from the highs of ecstasy he had experienced only a moment ago. 

“Mmm, I could spend a lifetime listening to you sing my name,” Gale purred as he leaned over Vai'dryn, his lips caressing the bard's neck as he carefully slipped his fingers out.

“And I hope I spend a lifetime singing it…” Vai’dryn whispered, biting back a mewl of disappointment as Gale’s fingers withdrew. 

Gale began to leave a trail of kisses along Vai’dryn’s sharp collarbone and up his slender neck, a wordless assurance that he wasn’t finished yet.  “...I love you,” he murmured with unquestionable sincerity into his lover’s skin between each kiss. He continued until he reached the bard’s lips, withdrawing for a moment to gaze into the drow's glimmering, amethyst eyes. “Usstan ssinssrigg dos, Vai'dryn ”. (I love you, Vai'dryn.)

Vai'dryn's breath caught in his throat, the thrumming rush of blood in his ears matching the intensity of his pounding heart. “Usstan ssinssrigg dos, Gale Dekarios,” he whispered. “Plynn uns'aa…”. (Take me…)

“As you wish,” Gale breathed, pressing his lips against Vai’dryn’s as he hoisted the bard's legs up, allowing them to wrap around his waist. Gale aligned himself against his lover's waiting entrance and slowly pressed inward, humming in satisfaction the moment the head of his hard cock slipped past the taught ring of muscle. Vai’dryn groaned through the kiss and parted his lips, an invitation for Gale’s tongue to dance with his as the wizard's cock continued to spread him open. 

As Gale pushed further in, Vai'dryn pulled back with a hiss, the sting of the stretch becoming impossible to ignore. “Are you doing alright, my love?” the wizard asked, immediately stopping his movement. His brows furrowed in concern at Vai'dryn's pained groans. “Vai"dryn?”

“I'm- I'm fine. It's just- Fuck!,” Vai'dryn began, inhaling through gritted teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as he shifted his hips. “It's just… been a while and you're thick with the length to match, Gale!”

“I- I'm sorry. I think…? Anything I can do to help, my love?” Gale asked, rubbing Vai'dryn's inner thighs in soothing circles.

Vai'dryn shook his head in response, taking several steadying breaths in an attempt to focus on the pleasure through the pain. He tried to let his mind wander to his favorite lusty thoughts about the wizard but it only caused him to groan in irritation. Vai'dryn fantasized about this very moment for months each evening at camp; all those nights he spent with Gale in what felt like a small slice of domestic bliss. He'd stay up with Gale often, helping him wash the remnants of that evening's dinner from the dishes in the river before settling around the campfire. They'd stare at the fire in silence mere inches from one another as the dying flames gave way to smoldering embers, finding precious peace in the hours of darkness and in each other's company.

Vai'dryn found himself constantly admiring the man sitting beside him and each shy glance in the wizard's direction was laced with the hope of catching him looking back. Gale did the same, but their stolen glances never met, causing the two to idiotically assume they were alone in their interest. The more Vai'dryn looked, the more his need grew. It wasn't long before the bard would excuse himself for the evening with a polite smile and retire to his tent. It was there that his bottled longing was finally freed. He had to cover his mouth to stifle his pleasured moans while he stroked his cock. His release was always embarrassingly swift as he thought of Gale being buried inside him, taking him, filling him, making him his.

And now, Gale's cock was right there. Inside him, right now. All of his nightly fantasies kept to the confines of his tent were within his grasp, and yet he didn't account for the fact that Gale fucking Dekarios was well-endowed? Pathetic . 

“Gale Dekarios, I've wanted you from the moment I gripped your arm and pulled you from that stone!” Vai'dryn said with a huff, propping himself up on his elbows with an expression akin to Scratch being denied dinner scraps. “I'll be fucking damned if the thing that gets in the way is my own tight ass!” 

Gale couldn't help but laugh at the way Vai’dryn pouted and lamented his frustration. He ran the back of his hand tenderly down Vai'dryn's cheek before lifting their chin up, expecting to see an affectionate look only to be met with a darkened gaze in return. So venomous, in fact, that Gale wasn’t sure whether to chug a vial of antitoxin to be safe. “Now, now, my love,” Gale tutted, with an assuring grin. “Not all hope is lost! For I have an idea”.

“Oh, fantastic! An idea! Not like I just cried over your last one,” Vai'dryn retorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Well, now. That wasn’t very nice,” Gale said with a frown.

“...Sorry. That was… uncalled for. I’m frustrated. Gods, I'm so sorry, Gale,”  Vai’dryn said sheepishly, casting his eyes downward in shame.

“It’s quite alright, love. No harm done. I completely understand that having me right within your-”, Gale began before being swiftly cut off.

“ Gale Dekarios! ”, the drow snapped, his nostrils flaring in annoyance.

“Ah, sorry. Ahem! Now, my idea; how about I stay still and you move while we're like this. Take me in as slowly as you'd like. I'll provide some extra help here and there that doesn't involve a thrust of the hips,” the wizard explained. “What do you say?”

“...Couldn't hurt to try”, Vai'dryn said softly, trying to hide his eagerness.

“Mmm, glad you approve. I'm ready when you are, darling…”

He looked up at Gale with a smoldering determination to take every inch as he began to roll his hips. Vai’dryn’s head fell back and he groaned, pain and pleasure mixing within him as his body adjusted. “Ooh, that’s it, my love… Just like that,” Gale sighed in encouragement as he trailed his hands to rest on Vai’dryn’s hips, his grip tightening as he felt himself slip deeper into the drow’s heat. He leaned down carefully to kiss Vai'dryn's parted lips, hungry for every soft sigh and whimper that escaped.

“Mmm, that blaze in your eyes,” Gale continued in reverence, pulling away with a nip to Vai’dryn’s lower lip before turning his attention to the crook of their neck. Sweet nothings continued to pour from Gale’s lips in between each starved kiss and worshiping bite to the drow’s sensitive skin. “The same one I see while you lead us in battle, inspiring us with your enchanting melodies. The very one I saw when you pulled me from that stone, the very day I fell for you.”

Gale clung to what little of his resolve remained, desperately trying to keep himself from plunging the rest of his achingly hard cock deep into his partner's tight ass. He buried his face into the bard’s neck, the once perfect skin now marred by the wizard's increasing voracity. Hot, panting moans cascaded from Gale's open mouth as his grip tightened on Vai’dryn’s hips. Fingertips began bruising tender flesh as they pressed inward, each ripple of lean muscle felt beneath the bard's skin as they continued to fuck themselves on his cock. 

Vai'dryn felt his heart skip a beat and a blush creep up his cheeks to the tips of his pointed ears; Gale's words acting as the final encouragement he needed. The drow soon found himself moaning in bliss as the unpleasant sting faded away, fully turning to biting pleasure with each fluid roll of his hips.

“ Quite ready for you ,” Vai'dryn whispered, dragging his sharp nails down Gale’s back in invitation.

A sinful melody composed of Gale’s throaty groans and Vai’dryn’s staccato cries sounded through the night as the wizard’s thick cock stretched the bard’s tight passage a final time before being completely sheathed within to the hilt. Vai'dryn struggled to catch his breath, feeling as if the wind was knocked out of him from how deeply Gale filled him. His eyes rolled back while relishing the sensation of being so deliciously full, his own cock already standing at full attention once more as his body quivered with need. He was desperate for Gale to make him see stars like he promised, and his moans became impassioned pleas that echoed through the twilight.

“Please, Gale... I need you to fuck me like it's our last night on this realm,” Vai'dryn implored breathlessly as he broke their kiss, his eyelids fluttering shut as he dug his nails into Gale's hips, riling a delightful hiss from the wizard.

“By the gods, how could I say no…,” Gale mewled as he began to roll his hips agonizingly slow for the first few thrusts, letting Vai'dryn feel every tantalizing inch of his cock as he drew himself out to the tip before burying himself back in to the hilt with a low moan.

Gale wrapped his arms around Vai'dryn in a tight embrace, lifting the bard upright as he adjusted himself to sit back on his legs. Vai'dryn's eyes flew open and he threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent, heavenly scream as Gale began to piston his hips upward, bottoming out within him with every motion. The drow's leg's quaked with each harsh snap of his lover's hips, and the air became tinged with the sharp scent of copper as his nails pierced Gale's soft skin. Vai’dryn nearly collapsed back when he felt Gale nip at his collarbone in retaliation, the bard’s silence finally broken as a stream of expletives and high-pitched cries of ecstasy poured from his open mouth.

“Fu- Fuck! YES! GALE!” Vai'dryn cried, his vision blurring with tears of overstimulation. 

“That’s it, my love, sing for me!” Gale growled as he mercilessly bounced the bard on his cock. “Sing my name till everyone knows you're mine!”

Vai'dryn clung onto Gale, the wizard's name acting as the chorus to the sensual sonnet he wove with his moans as he lost himself in the mind numbing euphoria. The bard finally understood what it felt like to be truly fucked senseless. Vai'dryn buried his face flushed with embarrassment in the crook of the wizard's neck as he began to beg for Gale's cum like a bitch in heat. The drow felt his lover’s cock swell inside him,  finding the wizard’s gaze as he met Gale's thrusts with desperate abandon.

“Cum for me, Gale! Fill me like you're trying to breed me!” Vai'dryn begged shamelessly, his panting pleas seemingly illuminating the air around them. “Ahh! I need it! Please!”

Gale's body trembled and his mouth hung half open as his thrusts grew sloppier. 

“Gods! Vai'dryn, I will! You're fucking divine! Ah-! VAI'DRYN!” Gale screamed his hips stuttering with finality as he released himself deep into the bard. 

Vai'dryn's eyes illuminated with a flash of purple as his vision became clouded with stars and he threw his head back, the sensation of being filled too much to bear. Enraptured by the mind-numbing pleasure, all of Vai'dryn's limitations seemed to fall away as he unknowingly channeled his bardic magic through the carnal scream that ripped from his throat. The escaped wild magic enveloped the pair in an iridescent purple haze and an illusionary bird song filled the air as the bard painted both their bellies white with his hot release. Vai'dryn steadied his breathing and sighed in content within his post-orgasmic bliss. Refocusing his eyes on Gale, the drow was immediately bewildered by the wizard's shocked expression. 

“...Gale, may I ask why you're staring at me like that?” Vai'dryn asked, cocking one eyebrow in confusion. 

Gale's eyes grew wide, and he stammered as he tried and failed to find the words to describe what occurred. “Well, my love,” Gale began as he tidied both of them up with a quick Prestidigitation spell. “I'll try my best to explain this as best I can. Although there are… no academic records of such an event occurring with bards-”

“Ugh, out with it. You're scaring me”.

Gale shook his head and cleared his throat, motioning for Vai'dryn to lie beneath the covers with him. Once they were both comfortable, he pulled the bard into a soft embrace and smiled as Vai'dryn rested his head on his chest. “From what I observed, the screams of pleasure that I caused became your conduit for your bardic magic instead of your lyre,” Gale explained confidently with a smirk as he ran his fingers through the drow's silken locks. “No need to thank me, my love. I, Professor Dekarios, am looking forward to your continued progress in the magic arts.”

“Mmm… Well, Professor Dekarios ,” Vai'dryn responded, a small smile dancing on his lips. “As your star pupil, I'm ready for my next assignment”.

“Ooh, what an insatiable one you are…” Gale whispered, planting a soft kiss on the bard's cheek. “Alas, my budding protégé, your next assignment will have to wait till morning as I can feel my knees turning to dust at the mere thought of extra credit.”

Vai'dryn snorted and cuddled closer to Gale, singing a hushed lullaby that ushered the wizard into a peaceful slumber. While slipping further into his nightly trance, Vai’dryn found himself absentmindedly tracing the shape of a heart on Gale’s chest while lost in thought, but not ones of despair, no.

On this night, he allowed himself to feel hope for the future.

On this night, Vai’dryn decided he wanted to live.