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faerybella219 · 27 days ago

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Exhibition

Pairing: Gale x Lyra

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: What started out as a Late Night Thought became this monster of a scene that will eventually be featured in my reverse-isekai Songweave long-fic! This is the standalone version that features a formal event, some horny texting, and switch Gale + switch Lyra!

Warning: Explicit smut; unprotected penetration; sexting; dom/sub if you squint; switch sex dynamics; exhibitionism; wall sex; dirty talk (lots of it); predator/prey if you have binoculars; cunnilingus, f-receiving (just a little; can't help myself); fingering, f-receiving; creampie; quickie

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You bit your lip and worried it between your teeth. Your finger hovered hesitantly over the button, halfway between abandoning the idea before you began and throwing caution completely to the wind. You observed him from your seat in the corner. He looked so good. Sinfully good. He had donned a pair of navy dress pants, a white button-up, and a blazer to match the pants.

The top button had no chance against the expanse of his broad chest, and button and slit sat an inch apart, exposing the smallest tease of deep purple orb tendrils and dark hair. Only you knew where the trail of that hair led, and you bruised your lip further when the vision clouded your mind's eye. Everyone was so charmed by him; how could they not be? He was sophisticated, well-read, intelligent, charismatic, handsome. The way the women - and some of the men - in the room stared as he chatted sent both pride and irritation ripping through you. You needed him. Now.

You hit send.

The notification chimed on his phone, a sound saved for your texts alone, and he slid the device out of his pocket. He had caught on to technology quick, as he did most everything, and had been using his phone with relative ease for the last couple of weeks. However, when he swiped the unlock pattern across the screen and took a glance, his air of impassiveness slipped, right with the phone that he scrambled to catch. Your heart stopped beating. 'Oh god, what if everyone sees?!'

But Gale was quick. He recovered, laughed it off with the people around him, and excused himself. This time, your heart was battering for a new reason: the look in Gale's eyes as he locked onto you from across the room; intense. Dangerous. The distance between you seemed far shorter now, as he took stride after stride straight to you. You trembled in your seat, an excited thrill flying down your spine as a smirk graced one side of his lips.

He reached you in record time and hauled you to your feet, pulling you close, his hands traveling from your hips closer to your arse; so dangerously visible to the rest of the party. "Gallery," he whispered in your ear, breath hot, voice dripping with authority. "Now."

He slipped past you and you didn't even consider delaying. You were on his heels, abandoning your drink at the table without a second thought. Once the door to the auditorium closed, you followed Gale around the corner and into the abandoned gallery hallway. The lights had been dimmed far earlier in the evening; the only proof of life, the emergency exit signs over top of the double doors, and the light from the party emanating through the small stained glass window that shared a wall with the auditorium.

Gale disappeared into the shadow of the hallway, and your heels clicked more swiftly as you tried to keep up. But the moment you hit the wall of darkness where Gale lurked, you paused. "Gale," you whispered, attempting to peer into the blackness and catch a glimpse of him. Your eyes weren't strong enough for this.

"Come closer, my love," he purred, his voice low and dangerous.

A chill ran up your spine. "Gale," you warned, unsure of where he was taking this. At the sound of your alarmed tone, he leaned forward and you caught the mischievous gleam of his brown eyes.

"I won't hurt you, my love, you know that. But we mustn't be seen."

You nodded, your heart racing, and stepped towards him. His hand reached for yours, and the moment his fingers found your own, you wondered how you could have ever doubted him. He spun you around and pressed you against the gallery wall, his presence behind you warm and all-encompassing. "I certainly hope that what I find under this dress is what I found in that image," he murmured into the curve of your neck, "else we'll be leaving this party far earlier than intended."

You chuckled, the sound heavy and laden with effort. "You won't be disappointed."

"Oh, my beloved, you have so much yet to learn about me," he purred and nibbled on your earlobe. Heat roiled through you in strengthening ripples. "When I unravel you, no matter what awaits me beneath your garments, disappointment is not even a consideration. It is my singular honor to know you so intimately." He groaned when his traveling fingers found a hardening nipple beneath your lace bralette. "You are perfection," he murmured, his voice ragged. "I am merely here to see to it that such perfection is treasured appropriately."

His palms explored your sides and he pressed himself into your back. You gasped when you felt how hard he already was. "Gods, do you feel what you've done to me?" he whined, a low moan punctuating the end of his question. "So desperate for you, even a single image of your lush curves in that tantalizing lace sends me spiraling out of control. I am terribly thankful that our meeting was saved for after my Orb became stable. Neither one of us would have lived to tell the tale had it not."

He continued to mumble into your ear as he slowly rutted against your backside. You moaned, louder than intended, but before you could react, a hand clapped over your mouth and Gale leaned in close. "Let's see if we can't remain hidden, yes? I'd hate to walk away without satisfying my lover's desperate teasing."

You nodded quickly and he chuckled. "Very good." Yet, you still whined when his hands disappeared from your body. "Patience, my love," he soothed, his nimble fingers already working with the buttons down the back of your dress that he had so carefully done to perfection only hours prior. Taking a deep breath, you allowed him to work, and before long, you felt the fabric loosening around you.

However, instead of tugging it up over your head like you expected for him to do, Gale remained unpredictable, rucking the skirt up over your hips instead. You giggled at his impatience and he delivered the lightest, swiftest of smacks across your left ass cheek, a move you had been begging him to perform for nearly a month, and you yelped in surprise, the sound tapering into a low, needy whine. Your hips moved of their own accord, swinging back and forth as you jutted your backside towards him, aching for more. Your eyes clenched shut and your jaw dropped open as he delivered another, just as painless, to your right cheek.

"Mmmm, Gaaale," you whimpered, trying desperately to arch closer to him. You were embarrassingly wet from that alone, and you wondered - fleetingly - if you had remembered to buy laundry detergent last time you had ordered grocery delivery. But the thought was soon overwhelmed by the feeling of Gale's fingers teasing your slit through your lace undies. "Oh, God!"

"Take those sleeves off for me, won't you, love?" Gale said, the fingers of his other hand ghosting the skin of your upper arms where your draped sleeves still rested. You nodded, only able to pant in reply, and quickly tugged your arms free of the fabric. Once they hung at your sides, Gale dragged the top down to join with the skirt around your middle, then returned to your breasts, taking turns thumbing each lace-covered nipple with diligence. You groaned, the sensations short circuiting your thoughts and rendering you a mindless, quivering mess of desire.

All of the sudden, you were spun around in Gale's arms, now facing him. He backed you up against the stained glass window on the opposite side of the hallway and eased his way between your legs. The window sill nestled into the dip just above your backside, and you leaned back against the colored glass gingerly. His eyes raked you up and down and he hummed in approval, his cock twitching in his pants. "Tongue or fingers, my beloved?" he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Fingers," you answered immediately, your arms wrapping around his head to bring him closer. You needed his mouth on yours. He groaned far back in his throat and laced his tongue with your own the moment you opened for him. He tasted like brandy and strawberries, remnants of the flavors from the party still on his tongue, and you grasped locks of hair between your fingers, tugging him closer still as his hand finally traveled beneath the lingerie to your sticky, wet heat.

"Mmnn I will never - mmm - tire - mmph - of this feeling," he mumbled between kisses, the pads of his fingers languidly massaging your slit, collecting the proof of your arousal on them. Your pitching whines were answer enough, and he smiled against your swollen lips, deepening the strokes his fingers were making. Your breath hitched when one of them slid into your hole and you whimpered, a high-pitched, stuttering sound that tapered into soft puffs of air. You couldn't breathe in anything but him, and each breath of him you took sent you spiraling closer to the edge.

He tugged your body into a new angle and you threw your hand back onto the window sill to steady yourself. Waves of tingling pleasure cascaded through you as he pumped his finger in and out in a slow drag that had your knees faltering. "G-Gale!"

"You're doing so well, my love," he cooed softly, barely audible over the squelch of wet skin. "Are you ready for another?"

You nodded, hard enough to make your neck hurt, but you didn't care. All you could fathom was the pleasure; god, he made you feel so good; so good, so full, so- You bucked as a second finger stretched you open and your mind blanked. He struggled to keep your hips in check as you writhed against him, undulating against his hand as he scissored you wider. You clenched around his fingers and he used the tension to press the heel of his palm against your clit as you came, hard, and cried out his name as your head dropped back against the window pane. Your body shuddered violently as your peak crested over you and you barely noticed Gale pressing kisses to your neck, jaw, temple.

Only when he reached your lips and you were robbed of the gulps of air you had been taking did you float back down to earth to rejoin your lover before you. You felt hot and delirious and you giggled when Gale pressed a light kiss to your nose. "Are you ready for me, my love?" he whispered. His voice cracked. He was trying so hard to stay in control of himself, but you felt the desperation; the ache for your heat engulfing him, and when you trailed your eyes down his front, you saw the proof in the way his pants strained perilously against his erection.

"My darling," you murmured, pressing your body up against his until he groaned. "I'm always ready for you. Allow me." You reached up to his collar and began popping the buttons of his shirt, just as slowly and teasingly as he had done yours.

"Mmph," he huffed, both hands now on your hips, gripping tight as if to contain what was left of his self-control there. "Please don't tarry, little dove. Ah, I fear- nggh - I won't last long this way."

"Oh, you'll last, my love," you hummed, taking a moment to run your palm down his chest and admire that tantalizing river of hair that traveled the length of his torso. It was for your eyes only, and that sent a special shiver up your spine. You gently raked your fingernails down across the orb scar and let them take you further and further down until they met your other hand at his last two buttons. By the time you slid the last button from its hole, his chest was heaving and your hips were most certainly bruising, but it was all worth it to see how riled up he was. Damn it all, the look on his face was hungry; as though he had been starved for a year.

"Each moment with you is nourishment," he strained, as though he had read your mind. "and each moment without is a drought. Please, my love. Do not leave me wanting."

"Never, my sweet," you muttered, your lips finding the dip in his collarbone like a moth drawn to a flame. The rest of his disrobing was done in silence, save for the panting, moaning, and grunting that bounced off of the stained glass window behind you and through the dark hallway. When he was finally bare before you, you began to drop to your knees, but he held you fast.

"No," he croaked, his voice hoarse and eyes wild. "need to be inside you; won't last. I want to be buried deep within you; need to be joined with you. Please, gods, please."

"As you wish, love," you chuckled. He didn't give you any time to recover or re-balance yourself before he was flipping you around and pressing you against the cool, textured glass of the stained glass window. You gasped and your hands slapped the pane sharply, the sound echoing painfully through the silence. "Gale!" you squeaked, praying that no one from the party on the other side had heard the sound and would come to investigate.

"On the bright side, my love," Gale chuckled quietly as he reached around to steady you. "if anyone happens upon us, no one will ever question who I belong to again." He nipped your ear playfully and you moaned, your possessiveness practically purring at his talk of claims and loyalty. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awful to be caught like this: your lover's cock leaking precum as he dragged it through your folds, teasing you both to the edge of insanity. "However much I adore these," he whispered, his voice ragged, "they must go for now." His fingers traced a delicate line across the band of your lace underwear before slipping beneath it and tugging them down.

"Step up," he urged, and you allowed him to pull them off of you completely.

"Will I ever get those back?" you teased.

"Only if you're good," he murmured back and you whimpered softly, the sound morphing into a giddy laugh. You couldn't believe you were doing this. This wasn't like you at all. But Gale had a way about him that inspired adventure, and you couldn't deny the excitement that came with something so... impatient.

His palms traced up your legs as he rose; hot, electrifying tingles followed their wake, and when he reached your arse, he squeezed, parting you enough to lick a stripe along your slit. You panted, the ache swelling in your core as he snuck a taste of you. "Gale, please," you stuttered, your legs shaking beneath you.

"Your taste is divine, my love, gods. How did I live without you? How did I live without this for so long?" he mumbled, nose still pressed against your hole as he angled his chin upwards to catch your arousal on his tongue. The vibrations of his voice reverberated through you and you braced against the window; shuddering as your sensitive nipples flattened against the cold glass.

"Ahh- ah! Gale, mmm - Gale, be a good boy and get up here," you growled softly, easing away from his mouth. All of that could wait. You needed him inside you; the throbbing heat was unbearable.

"Yes, yes," he rasped, pulling away only to rise to his feet and tug you back against him. "Of course, my love, anything you desire. I'll provide it for you," he babbled, lining his cock up to your entrance.

"Mmmf Gale, yes..." Your presence of mind was slowly slipping away and your tongue was heavy, almost foreign in your mouth. All acute sensation had narrowed to the place where you and Gale were joining and you groaned in bone-deep satisfaction when his cock-head stretched your entrance open. His forehead fell against your shoulder and he moaned, long and low, his breath hitching with each engulfed inch. His palm skated down one of your legs, finding purchase behind your knee and lifting your leg into the air. The new position widened you and you hissed as his cock reached new depths within you.

Your jaw dropped open in a silent scream when he finally sank to the hilt. His breath stuttered against the damp skin of your back, sending relieving puffs of cool air to ease the inferno, and he struggled to keep his hips from snapping. "F-fuck, Gale," you gasped. You breathed deep, forcing relaxation into your aching center; never quite remembering just how well he stretched you until he was nestled inside of you.

Your lover had no more words. His breaths came in short, labored gasps, while groans punctuated each near-failed attempt at stillness. It was a silent plea. He wouldn't move until you told him to. You smiled. "Darling Gale, you're so good to me," you cooed and a violent shiver ripped through his body; his cock pulsed inside of you. "Do you want to move?" you asked tenderly, looking over your shoulder. You saw him nod, the movement strained but quick. "Can you stay still just a little longer for me?" Another nod. "Good, my love." Slowly, you jutted your hips forward, pulling off of him ever so slightly, before rolling them in a circle and pressing back onto him.

A high pitched whine tumbled from your lips as you slowly rode him. You pressed your palms against the stained glass and pushed your back against his chest; his skin was sticky and hot - a good match for your own - and his muscles were drawn taut. "Y-You're doing so good, Gale - ngghh - so good for me." Your praise went straight to his cock and it twitched and bobbed as your hips rolled. You locked a hand around his neck and tangled your fingers into his hair. "Fondle me," you whispered.

"Ngghh," he groaned and his palms found your breasts immediately, kneading, squeezing, and flicking your nipples into pebbles. You cried out, the extra stimulation barreling you dangerously close to the edge.

"Move with me - ah - Gale, please!" you stuttered as your muscles shook and weakened. An arm locked around you before you could fall and his free hand pressed against the window sill in front of you.

"Hold - ah - hold on, little love," Gale grunted into your ear and your hand fell over his, lacing your fingers together; the other maintaining its grip on his locks. "N-Now be good for me," he pleaded brokenly, his hips bucking forward to meet the curve of your arse. His fingers stretched to the closest nipple and flicked. "Fall apart for me, love. Fall apart in my arms."

"I- Gale, oh - Gale!" You cried out and the bowstring snapped.

Pleasure; incessant waves of it. Moaning in your ear. A low growl of your name. You felt a creamy heat fill you and subconsciously clenched to keep him there, milking him for everything he had. He grunted into the crook of your neck, saying streams of words you couldn't understand. His thumb kept swiping across your abused nipple as if done in a trance. You were shaking. He was shaking. The party had gone quiet in the other room.

Wait.

"Gale," you whispered, your eyes snapping open.

"Mm?" he hummed lazily into your skin, his lips dragging along the line of your shoulder as he pressed kisses there.

"The party," you murmured sharply, gesturing towards the stained glass window. "It's so quiet in there. Did they hear us?"

Gale's head lifted and he squinted at the glass, as though he could see through the colored panes. "Mmm, seems as though we may have to finish our little rendezvous at home after all." He straightened sluggishly, turning you around in his arms to admire you. "No matter," he murmured, taking you in. "I'm sure they've takeaway boxes."

You punched him lightly, stifling your giggles with your hand. "I let you get me into such trouble, Gale Dekarios."

"And don't you love every moment of it?" he asked, a brow quirked with the same cockiness that made your legs go weak.

"Every.. single.. one." Your hands found his shoulders and he surged forward, capturing your lips with his own. He smoothed your dress down over your legs and nipped at your bottom lip in playful finality. "You had better get your clothes on," you chuckled, eyeing him. "Else we'll be teleporting that beautiful body directly into Leda's* face while she's watching television." You trailed your fingers down his torso, appraising each dip and bump appreciatively as you went. "And I'd personally like to keep this sight all to myself."

Your lover chuckled, then murmured a spell under his breath and moved his hands into several positions, one right after the other. In the next moment, he was dressed; impeccably so, as though nothing had ever ruffled him. You tugged your sleeves back over your shoulders, somewhat miffed that he no longer wore evidence of how thoroughly you had ravished him, and he smirked.

"Don't worry, my darling," he purred, grasping your chin gently. "You can do it all again when we get home. In fact, I've some new ideas of my own." A thrill ran through you, all irritation forgotten, and you laced your hand with his.

"Well, in that case," you murmured, standing up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. "Lead the way."

He gave your hand a squeeze and readied his other hand to perform the spell. "Don't mind if I do."

(*Leda: Lyra's roommate and best friend)

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Gale x F!Tav ⟡ NSFW ⟡

Are we talking about that famous night?

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Are we talking about that famous night?

That night when, after so much waiting, you tasted his lips and enjoyed his kiss. He was scared, you sensed it.

You could feel the tension in his body when, as soon as your lips touched and his hand timidly placed on yours, he jumped in a spasm. That night when, after a second, you realized how much you needed each other. You threw yourself into his arms, you abandoned your body on his, and the kiss became more and more intoxicating. Your whole body needed his whole body, one against the other. The weight, the flesh, everything. Every touch burned, every breath against your skin made you shiver.

You sank your tongue into Gale's mouth, and he welcomed it. Initially timidly, but soon they began to dance together, covered in labored breaths and sweet moans.

That night, you heard his voice wrapped in pleasure for the first time. Not the deep and reassuring one as always, but the wet one of desire. Desperately desirous, every moan that came out of his mouth during that kiss said "I want you" without the use of words. You understood his every desire perfectly, and you were already his.

That night when, Gale, to satisfy your deepest desires, used his magic to give you both a comfortable bed where you could continue your mutual attentions.

You didn't make him wait long. Under his attentive gaze, which stared at you as if you were already deliciously naked, you lay down on that bed. Your thighs tightened in a pleasant rubbing, while his eyes fixed on you were already making you enjoy copiously. You almost felt embarrassed at the idea of how wet you were, and at the image that Gale would witness. Was it ridiculous to excite for so little? Would you make yourself ridiculous?

Suddenly all your confidence disappeared, and you felt helpless in front of him. Gale would have molded you like clay, and you, would have let him do it.

Biting your lip, you spread your legs slightly, inviting his body to abound with yours.

A delicate but mischievous smile appeared on his face. Goosebumps accompanied his back, as he prepared to plough through you, tiny now, under him. The weight of his body, increasingly consistent against you. Crushed, helpless, excited, trembling.

Without realizing it, your legs tightened against him, almost trapping him. The pressure of his erection stimulated your most delicate, desirous parts. It was almost painful to feel how much you needed him.

A riot of kisses, of moans, of sighs, your mouths had become one. Hungry but always delicate, venerated, in total harmony between desire and respect.

That night where you undressed, slowly, each other. You finally saw each other both naked, this time for real and not just in your dreams.

You gently caressed Gale's chest, furrowed by the mark of his damnation, now shining like a miracle on earth.

He jolted, like a wild animal that had never been touched by a benevolent hand. You felt his breathing, both with your hand against his chest, but immediately after also against your neck. Warm, reassuring, yet exciting, tremendously.

Only the Gods were witnesses to how much you needed all this.

He no longer let you breathe normally. You were a mess of panting, of jolts, you couldn't say anything anymore except his name, while he pressed against you, making you only savor his body and his carnal desire.

"G-gale-" "Please.. please, please.." "Ga.. Gale.." "Love.. my love.."

Nothing more than that. He was completely drunk on your voice, so excited, so submissive. He tried to hold back, but he couldn't. Every time you said his name, he couldn't help but grunt against your skin, alternating kisses with sweet bites. Little sighs, moans and growls were furrowing your neck, your ear and your mouth as he fed on you and that moment.

"Yes.." "Yes, my love, my beautiful love" "Tell me, tell me.. please tell me what you want" "You're so beautiful"

He couldn't resist anymore, none of you could. It had become suffocating, it was as if you were drowning.

You didn't answer that request with words. You reached out for his erection. You felt his hardness, wet, soaked in precum. A disaster of excitement.

He smiled against your lips, letting out a spontaneous and sweet laugh.

As your hands guided Gale to your entrance, your eyes did not leave each other for a second. The thing you both wanted most was to look at the fruit of your love with your own eyes.

Slowly, yet so determined, so sure, Gale made his way inside you. His moan, mmmm... so sweet and succulent, shivered against your skin as his head and his soft hair abandoned themselves against your shoulder. Your eyes, projected towards the stars, were now on another level of pleasure.

His movements, so fluid, excited, trembling, yet scared. He was sure that he would come at any moment. The sensation of you, so wet, so throbbing. He felt milked by you, as if your body wanted to empty him completely inside yourself. He felt called by your walls, and every movement was a painful pleasure, ready to erupt.

Your voices were now echoing in the woods, slowly getting louder. Your mouths wide open, your foreheads joined, sweat mixing. Your movements, desperate. One against the other, you pushed, you rubbed, you clung to his shoulders. He, with one hand on the bed and the other on your hips.

So beautiful, so damned, so desperate and necessary. A magical sex, urgent, full of love, desire, longing.

Every attempt of yours to go slowly had gone to hell. Every decency, decorum, embarrassment, everything gone. There was no room for anything but that sex, pure and sincere.

You had never let anyone out with such heartfelt moans. You wanted to make each other feel how much you were enjoying it.

Please, feel how much your cock is making me cum, how hard you are pushing, how good you are fucking me, you are amazing, God you are amazing. Your head was only thinking about that. Only Gale, Gale, Gale… While your mouth was only saying "OH GALE PLEASE.. PLEASE…" "YES.. YES.. THAT WAY.. THAT WAY" "MMM YES YES YES Oooooh GOD"

He was equally exasperated:

"God.. you're.. you're so- Mmm" "I can't, oh God Tav I can't, yes yes" "So beautiful, so damn beautiful, please-" "Please oh please.. let me cum inside you"

You gasped. Was he really that close? It felt like half an hour had passed, maybe even more. In reality you had only been fucking for 5 minutes, but you were already at the limit.

Could he come inside you? There was no danger of any kind, there were a thousand ways to avoid a pregnancy between potions and spells. You didn't think, they weren't your thoughts.

It was all too beautiful, too exciting. You were there, you were there too. You no longer had control of your body, which was holding onto him, which was rubbing, which was banging against him. You no longer had control of your voice and your thoughts, it was completely drowned inside him

"Yes yes.. Yes Gale fill me! Please.. I want to feel you"

"Ooh god-"

"Yes yes-" "Tav-"

His thrusts could have broken your pelvis, so strong, desperate, deep. Yet you felt them so sweet, skin against skin, both of you sunk into those pillows and that mattress. His cock completely erupted inside you, while your walls accompanied him, making him spit out every drop. Abundant sperm dripped from your vagina, greasing his balls and your buttocks. Sticky, mixed with your fluids, completely wet and greasy.

Your sweaty skin, your breaths so deep, like the waves of the tide. That orgasm, reached in a few minutes, had exhausted you. It had been so spontaneous, so fast, so much desired and awaited. You would never have enough of orgasms like that.

Not even for that night.

You would have, later on, more passionate nights. Nights of oral sex, where Gale would eat you like his last meal, making you feel a pleasure never felt before in your clit. Nights where you would have him glued to a wall, sucking him for everything you hold dear in the world, filling your mouth and throat with his release.

Nights of wild sex where Gale bent you against his desk and fucked you until you couldn't feel your back anymore, crushed by his hands against the wood of the table. Nights of sex with hours and hours of cuddles, massages with essentials, kisses, caresses, without ever coming, but pleasure without time.

Those nights would accompany your life forever, but THIS night, it had gone like this

And it was perfect. Gods if it was perfect.

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