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It is always fascinating how one can believe they've reached their limit, whether it be physical or mental, yet they go even further beyond, surprising themselves even as they are pushed past any boundaries they thought they had before. As times and lucks and gods would have it, Gale Dekarios found himself bashing through whatever walls his own limits had.
From being forced to be honest about his condition, to being unable to quell the arcane hunger within him, to being afraid to take a lover-or even touch himself- in fear of losing control of the orb, to then be told to kill himself to save the world... everything seemed to be working against him. At least now he could control when the orb would erupt.
Still, he did not want to ere on the side of caution. The events of the day had been most... eventful. Watching Astarion nearly single-handedly saving the Harpers from the shadow-cursed beings had definitely brought some feelings back to light. The flash in his scarlet eyes as his arrows hit their mark seemingly effortlessly, how he stalked the shadows and used the darkness to his advantage, stabbing with precision, a smirk on his lips all the while. Gale was already in too deep and he knew it. Their private conversations before hand had given him hope, but that display of expertise started a fire within him.
He had said as much to the other and was happy-elated that he returned the feelings again. But he was unready to take their still new relationship to that level, even with desire was coursing through him as they made their way to the Last Light Inn.
Relief washed over him as Astarion decided they should camp and rest before setting out for Moonrise Tower and Gale did his best to not hide away in his tent immediately. He did however pointedly avoid the pale elf for the remainder of the evening, thankful for the food from the inn.
He retired to his tent while his companions still gathered by the fire, drinking and laughing. Once inside he stripped off his soft tunic and trousers, trading them for a small silk purple robe the he didn't bother to tie, sitting on his bedroll mostly naked, a single candle illuminating the small space.
Despite how hot his emotions were running already, he started by touching his chest, tracing the orb, then moving to the side, fingers nimbly pinching his nipple. He gave the other side the same treatment, little huffs escaping him as he imagined Astarion's perfectly manicured hands doing it instead.
His skin felt ablaze, his own touch raising the hairs on the back of his neck as his hand traced lightly down his abdomen, teasing the trail of hair before touching and groping either hip, then doing the same to his thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Gale's brow had started to sweat now, his robe falling off his shoulders as he finally took his cock in his hand, holding himself for a moment as he stifled a moan. He stroked himself slowly, wrist twisting perfectly, making his breathing heavy. He stopped to play with himself, thumb rubbing the head of his cock before moving his hand lower, fondling his balls before circling his hole with his middle finger.
"Hah," he sighed, relaxing into the touch, briefly, before returning his attention to his now fully erect cock. He stroked himself, panting, eyes shut as he imagined Astarion again, his hand touching him instead, his lips on his skin, his breath on his neck as he whispered filthy little nothings in his ear. "Nnnah," he moaned breathlessly, hand picking up the pace as his imagination conjured more images for him. He could almost taste the other as he imagined them kissing as Astarion touched him, tongues tangling, hands groping. Gods he wanted to touch the other so badly. Wanted this to be real so he could feel the elf's cool skin on his as they devoured each other.
"Ohhh," he moaned low, unable to hold back, even though the wizard was trying to be quiet. He released his cock, touching his balls and perineum, teasing his arsehole again, his other hand still propping himself up for now. But it wasn't enough, he was already desperate for more. He grabbed the bottle of aloe oil from his pack beside his bedroll, pouring some in his hand before touching himself again, palm of his hand running from the head of his cock down his shaft, past his balls, finally plunging a finger inside of himself with a gasp.
He couldn't help but fall back into the throne of pillows now, hips arching to give better access, hair falling in dark tendrils around his face. Gale used his other hand to pour more oil on his dick, discarding the bottle unceremoniously, uncaring of the possible consequences of that. He grasped himself again with a soft whimper as he crooked his finger inside himself. He bit his lip and couldn't help but picture Astarion again. His pretty mouth on his cock, licking from base to tip before sucking him into his mouth. His skilled finger inside him.
"Ungh," another moan escaped him as he stroked himself, thumb rubbing the slit at the head, gathering the bit of precum mixed with the oil, skin slick as he pleasured himself. The wizard's imagination was running rampant now, picturing Astarion's fingers inside him, opening him up, his hand stroking him slowly, he thumb rubbing the head of his dick.
Gale was thrusting his hips into his hand now, finger slipping in deeper, curling, making him whimper, desperate for more. His hair stuck to his forehead, sweat making his skin sheen in the candlelight. His pace was getting faster as his orgasm began to build in his balls. Part of him wanted to savour this, to edge himself over and over. to think and imagine and create all the ways he and Astarion could find and take pleasure in each other. Oh that thought of seeing the elf come undone, to his beautiful face twisted in ecstasy, coming on his chest, in his mouth, in his arse-
"Mmnn!" he moaned, biting his lip as his back arched, come spurting all over his stomach and chest. He stroked himself through it, heart pounding out of his chest from the intensity of it. Gods he was pent up. That wasn't enough his body still screamed for more despite how sensitive he was getting. He released himself and relaxed for a moment, attempting to calm himself. He didn't have to look to know the mark glowed on him, the orb stabilized but still reacting to his high emotions.
It was settled then. On their next rest he would go to Astarion. He could hardly wait as it were to go see him immediately, his desire just as strong as before if not even more so now. And who knew how long he had left?
His imagination continued on through the night even as he dreamed, creating the perfect scenarios and fantasies.