#r; gale dekarios

[dj-dorito-dust]

Gale has ruined my brain. I see him everywhere. Send help.

[druidrot]

the shadow in the valley

pairing: gale dekarios/reader (f/m)

word count: 3.3k

warnings: angst, slight death and descriptions of the void, gale gets his munch on, he calls reader tav ONCE (once), a fun little twist on gale's confession

rating: explicit - MDNI

Summary:

“Ah, so you return to us once more,” he teases, though his voice is tinged with something unplaceable. “You gave us all quite the scare.” 

“You look tired,” you respond simply, careful of the loaded statement. 

He barks out a disbelieving little chuckle, sighing as he runs a hand over his eyes. “Yes, well, sleep eludes one when they worry over the life of their dearest companion.” 

That same stirring from before, back in that dreaded town, burns in your chest again. You can’t help it, so you find yourself teasing him. 

“Dearest companion, hmm?” Even though your voice is still a bit hoarse, you manage to sound coy. “I seem to remember you telling me you love me.”

You delight in the way the flush blooms from his neck to his face as he clears his throat. “Erm, well, yes, I suppose I did.”

At this point, the only thing you can focus on is the cold; dreadful, painful cold. 

It is as if ice twists itself down to your very core, gnawing at bone, sinew, blood. You think you have never felt so cold, so empty. Your ears ring and the pressure in your head is all-encompassing. It is as though you are in deep water; deep, frigid, unrelenting water. You think you register shouting through the overwhelming fog, but you can’t find the cognizance to concentrate on it. 

You feel the cold intensify, your insides twisting and coiling in discomfort. Then, you no longer feel even your own heartbeat, no longer feel the pain that so tortures you. Even the ringing in your ears fades, the sound becoming distant, discordant. It is like you sink further, deeper, like nothing surrounds you but a deep, endless abyss. 

What’s left of your mind wanders and you are weightless, thoughtless, nameless. Not even the cold bothers you anymore, nor the weight that encumbers your soul. This must be what death is. You can’t rationalize it, can’t name it anymore, but intrinsically some part of your soul recognizes that you float in the palms of Kelemvor.

Death is absence, peace. You are naught but the abyss that swallows you, ready to be harvested for the City of Judgment. There is a warm touch that blooms in the recesses of your soul, yet that sickening weight from before begins to return. The cold slowly begins to seep back into your being. The ringing in your ears, the pressure in your mind, even the fluttering of your frantic heart bursts back into existence, a violent cacophony of sensation that has your soul burning. The water that drags you under begins to recede.

With a sickening pop, you are thrust back into yourself. It is jarring, the sensation of returning to life. Your mind reels with memory, how you got here, where you just came from. You gasp, body lurching as that same dreadful cold from before burns through your waking bones. 

“By the gods,” you hear, distantly. “Shadowheart, she’s awake!” 

When your vision comes back into focus, you find that you are cradled in the arms of your resident wizard. His eyes shine with tears in the torchlight, but still he wears a small, tortured smile as he smooths a stray hair away from your forehead. 

“There you are,” he whispers, soft. “Stay with me now, love.”

You want to say something in response but all that comes out is a wet cough. You feel your chest rattle with the weight of it, cringing through the pain. Gale’s eyes harden as he calls for Shadowheart once more. 

You vaguely remember why you came here. The search for the Thorm mausoleum had taken you to the heart of Reithwin town. True to fashion, a pack of hungry shadows and shadow-cursed undead had waited rather patiently for an ambush.  

One wrong move on your part and a lash from a shadow vine sent you careening through the area, the pixie bell in your pocket falling loose during your unexpected flight. You had been cast to an area where the curse was particularly strong, and as you fought the shadows threatening to steal your soul, a wayward wraith shot you with a necrotic spell that sapped you of any strength. It was like being plunged into ice, the last thing you remember before waking up in Gale’s arms. 

You don’t understand why you haven’t been claimed already, but the cold that still engulfs you bodes ill. You can feel yourself slipping again, can feel that sweet call of the void that welcomed you before, the void that promises nothing, absence. 

“Hey, don’t you do this to me again,” you hear, distantly. “Stay with me, my love. Please stay with me.” 

You hum in response, tired. 

“Please,” Gale’s voice is hoarse with tears. Absently, you think you’ve never seen him look so scared before, not even when Mystra basically ordered him to his death. It gnaws at you, his fear. You don’t want him to be scared. 

“Gale,” you whisper, weakly. “It’ll be…just fine.” 

His answering laugh is humorless. “The woman I love lay dying in my arms and still you show remarkable optimism. Quite on the nose for you, yes.” 

Your fluttering heart jumps in your chest. You offer him a small smile, cracked with blood and fear. “You…love me…huh?” 

“So much more than you could ever imagine,” he responds quietly, resolutely. “Which is why I need you to stay alive. I have so much I’d like to share with you.” 

Once again, you find yourself wanting to respond but too weak to do so. Finally, you watch as Shadowheart and Karlach approach Gale, shining little pixie bell nestled between the fingers of your dear tiefling’s hand. Immediately, the cold seems to recede from your bones and you breathe a shaky sigh of relief. 

“Stay with us,” Shadowheart orders, falling to her knees beside you. Her face is streaked with blood and her eyes are steely, but still you see the fear that hides there. You try to offer her a reassuring smile. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” she whispers as she presses her hands over your heart. “Without that bell, my magic would do little to heal you. This curse is much too potent once you’ve been touched by it. I can do enough to ensure we make it back to Last Light. I don’t have much strength left so Isobel will have to do the rest.” 

You try to nod but the weariness you feel overtakes you. You let out a soft sound before giving into the warmth of the cleric’s magic, Gale’s worried eyes the last thing you see before you slip back into the welcoming darkness. 

-

This time you wake in peace. 

The bed under you is delightfully plush, even though it’s naught but straw and hay. You are pleasantly warm under the blankets, that wretched cold from earlier nowhere to be felt. Your body aches minutely, muscles sore and strained, but still you are so very much alive. You breathe a welcome sigh of relief, opening your eyes to the familiar interior of The Last Light Inn. The small room you occupy is a quaint bedroom, just a bed, a few wardrobes, and a small chair by the bed. It takes a moment for your mind to fully clear but when it does, you register the presence of your favorite wizard, sitting vigil in said little chair at the bedside. He offers you a grateful smile when you meet his tender gaze. 

“Ah, so you return to us once more,” he teases, though his voice is tinged with something unplaceable. “You gave us all quite the scare.” 

“You look tired,” you respond simply, careful of the loaded statement. 

He barks out a disbelieving little chuckle, sighing as he runs a hand over his eyes. “Yes, well, sleep eludes one when they worry over the life of their dearest companion.” 

That same stirring from before, back in that dreaded town, burns in your chest again. You can’t help it, so you find yourself teasing him. 

“Dearest companion, hmm?” Even though your voice is still a bit hoarse, you manage to sound coy. “I seem to remember you telling me you love me.”

You delight in the way the flush blooms from his neck to his face as he clears his throat. “Erm, well, yes, I suppose I did.” 

You mewl softly. “While you thought I was dying in your arms, you told me you loved me.”

“I was there,” he reminds you, embarrassed. “And yes, I did tell you I loved you while you were dying in my arms. I could not allow you to pass on ignorant of what you mean to me.” 

Something warm settles in the pit of your belly and you can’t help the way your heart sings in your chest. You find yourself sitting up, laughing softly as he scrambles to help you. His arms are solid at your sides, warm, and when the impulse hits you to cradle his face in your hands and pull him close, you do. 

“Well, I’m still alive,” you breathe, blissfully aware of the way his pupils dilate. “Care to repeat it?"

Gale offers a tepid smile. He shifts so he sits on the bed with you, mindful of your sore body. It takes him a moment to muster his resolve, and you wait patiently as he mulls over what he would like to say to you. When he seems to have settled on something, he takes your hands in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. 

“I had a plan,” he begins, gently. “I wanted to do this the right way, but it seems fate has other plans. If we were home, I would have taken you out to explore the wonders Waterdeep has to offer, wooing you over wine and weave. But this is what we have, here, now. You must know how special you are to me, Tav. I’m…I’m in love with you.”

Something warm breaks open in your chest. You don’t think you could find the words to say to him if you wanted to, so you do the next best thing. Leaning forward, you pull him as close to you as you can get him and you press your lips against his in a wanting, searing kiss. He groans softly, lips opening under yours instantly. His hand tangles in your hair and he presses even closer, still mindful of your sore body. 

Gale is a fervent kisser. He is a bit unpracticed, sure, but he more than makes up for it with the devotion that drives his lips. He presses you back into the plush blankets, careful to keep your body caged beneath him. He breaks the kiss after a few succulent moments, grinning down at you oh-so-charmingly. 

“If circumstances were different, I’d show you pleasures beyond your wildest imaginings,” he whispers, leaning down to smatter delicious kisses along your collarbone. “But time is short and you are still weak, not yet wholly mended. I would still like to express my love for you, if you are of a willing mind. I do believe I have an idea.” 

You coo softly as his teeth nip at your skin. The brush of his beard burning against your sensitive neck leaves you gasping, decadent heat blooming through you, lighting you on fire. He seems to like the response, chuckling darkly as he continues his ministrations. 

“Come now, love,” he rasps, moving back to kiss at your lips. “I cannot oblige you if you don’t give me an answer.” 

His kiss is distracting, consuming, but you muster the will to nod your head. “Yes, Gale. Please, anything. Make me feel alive.”

He groans in response. It is broken, desperate, and you find the urgency behind his next kiss breathtaking. So long have you waited for this moment, for the heat of his body against yours, the warm press of his adoring kiss. You want for nothing in this moment, just the building heat that seems to roar between you both. He allows himself to be greedy, stealing the breath straight from your lungs as his hands begin to caress you: your hips, your thighs, your ribcage. He is everywhere all at once, but you don't mind. You are lost to him, have been lost to him since the moment you pulled him out of that portal way back when. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve yearned for you,” he whispers, trailing kisses down your jaw, your neck, brushing aside the fabric at your collarbone so he can continue along his path. “I am a man starved.”

You moan quietly. “Gale…”

You can feel him grin against your skin. “Yes, my star, I hear you. I cannot wait any longer, either.”

He pushes up on his arms, beginning a slow, sensual descent to the open space between your legs. Once he is settled, his warm hands splay across your belly, handsome face heavy with desire. His eyes are molten pools of heat, yearning, desperation.

“Long has it been since I’ve delved into pleasures of the flesh,” he starts, a twinkle in those dark eyes. “But if you would allow me, I would like to indulge the both of us tonight.”

You swallow a heap of air. “Whatever you desire, Gale, please.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he responds with a grin, heavy hands gliding lower. “If it is your wish, I would like to feast on you tonight, my love. A promise of more to come, when time should allow it.”

“Gale,” you whimper, soft. “I think I should like that very much.” 

He practically glows with relief. You both recognize that the time for words has very much passed, so he makes quick work divesting you of your trousers. A wave of embarrassment washes over you - you are filthy, after all, covered in blood and muck and who knows what else - but your fears are quickly washed away when you take stock of him. HIs eyes are trained at the crux of your panties, right where your sopping cunt weeps through the fabric. He takes a heavy breath, hooded eyes peeking up to catch your heated gaze. 

“I will enjoy myself very, very much,” he growls, leaning forward to lick a hot stripe right over the fabric. You can’t help the gasp you let out, body tensing in anticipation. His answering laugh is low, heady with his desire. He is quick to free you of your panties, eyes softening as he’s greeted by the glistening warmth of your cunt. You want to be embarrassed, want to close your legs and offer yourself another night, but the way he stares at you keeps you rooted in place. He licks his lips, groaning softly as you let out a small, inadvertent moan. 

“If it is too much, tell me to stop,” he orders, leaning forwards. “Otherwise, I plan to leave you absolutely shattered.” 

You don’t have time to respond. Gale’s tongue is hot when he presses it against your clit, delicate at first: a test. He grunts, and soon he takes to licking long stripes through your folds, catching the gathered slick on his tongue. It is positively sinful the way he moves, so slow and deliberate. His tongue is wet, warm, heavy. You mewl as he returns to your clit, sucking softly as his fingers tease at your folds. Considering you now know what death feels like, this is the closest you think you’ll ever get to heaven. 

His onslaught is pure, unadulterated delight. His beard scratches at your cunt deliciously, glistening with the shine of your desire. He is enthusiastic in his ministrations, lapping at you like a man starved, which by his own words, he is. His fingers find your clit, and before you can register it, his tongue dips down into the heat of your entrance. You cry out, hips canting up as he groans in approval. His thumb rubs delicious circles around your clit, tongue dipping in and out of your hole so wantonly you might combust. 

“That’s it,” he croons, taking a moment to take a breath, thumb still relentlessly at your clit. “Chase it, my love. Use me for your pleasure.” 

You nearly cry. He moves back to gentle laps at your clit with his tongue, fingers dipping dangerously low before he breaches your entrance with the tip of a finger. You mewl, body arching off the bed when he plunges the whole digit in. Were he anyone else, you think you’d be embarrassed by the squelch of your quivering cunt. Instead, you find it adds to your arousal, the sound a beautiful cadence, evidence of your undoing at his hands. He plunges another finger in, still slurping and sucking at your sweet little bundle of nerves. He curls those two fingers up, searching for a moment until he finds the spot that has you seeing stars. 

“You are maddeningly beautiful like this,” he whispers, pulling away to level you with a lovesick grin, still plundering away with his fingers. “I can’t wait to ravish you properly, my star. The sight of you wrapped around my cock would be most rapturous indeed.” 

You groan, voice sticky with need. He returns his full attention back to your cunt, sighing happily as he wraps his lips around your engorged clit. He picks up the pace of his fingers, adding a third digit when you begin to pant like a madwoman. He sucks harshly at your clit, groaning his own pleasure when a spasm rocks through you. His fingers hit deliciously deep, his mouth on your clit only adding to the rapid fire that begins to burn through your cunt. 

You feel yourself clench around his fingers, a telltale sign you’re close. Gale doesn’t miss a beat. His fingers take to a wicked pace, his tongue moving around your clit in filthy, sinful circles. It doesn’t take much more to send you over the edge you suddenly find yourself careening over. You gasp brokenly, hips trying to cant away from him as he finishes you off. 

“Just like that,” he praises, rather smugly. “Let yourself go, my love, let yourself release.” 

It is like a rubber band snaps, the pressure in your cunt growing until it explodes. You almost quake with the intensity of your cunt bearing down on his fingers, slick pooling around them in thick, delicious rivulets. Sensation leaves you all at once, and when you finally come back to yourself, Gale hovers over you with a knowing smile, beard still glistening, fingers still shining with your arousal. 

He licks them clean, of course, and you mewl as your cunt clenches around nothing. He laughs adoringly, smoothing your hair down with the hand that wasn't inside of you. 

“You are absolutely divine,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you despite the slick gathered around his face. “Nothing or no one in the planes could ever compare.” 

You feel yourself flush but still you offer him a warm smile. “Thank you, Gale. Truly.” 

“Make no mention of it,” he returns, humbly. “This was a gift for me as well. I only hope that it will not be the last time you and I can be alone together like this.” 

You grin coquettishly. “Gale, I think I’m spoiled for anyone else. I love you, I want you. At this point, it will take Ao himself to tear me from you.” 

“Then I am a man most lucky,” he concedes, kissing you once more. “Now, as much as I’d love to keep you to myself like this, I believe the others are waiting for your recovery. We should clean you up and get you something to eat. You still need to recover your strength if we are to continue our journey.” 

He helps you back into your trousers and with a quick cast of prestidigitation, you find yourselves blessedly free of the cum, blood, and dirt miring both of you. You smile graciously as he helps you to your feet. 

“I meant it when I said I love you,” he murmurs, pulling you into his embrace. “I really thought I was going to lose you.” 

“I’m here now,” you respond, resolutely. “And I won’t let my guard down again, of that I can assure you. We will find a way to keep you here with me, too. I cannot lose you, Gale. Not now.” 

He smiles sadly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Come now, my love. That conversation is best saved for the morning. Let us return to our companions tonight, hmm? They are eager to see you and while you are delightfully decadent, I find myself hungering for some real food.” 

It is easy to concede to him tonight. You know the stakes are ever-raising but you also know that you are more than equipped to handle them. For now, you allow yourself this sweet little respite with the man you love, end of the world be damned. So you smile and offer a sweet kiss, taking his hand as you begin the walk back to your waiting companions.  

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welp, this was born from pure wish fulfillment so i hope u enjoy. crossposted on my ao3! this was inspired by a prompt from one of the recent lists i reblogged: Prompt #1025: "You told me you loved me." "Yes." "While you thought I was dying in your arms." "Yes." "Well, I’m still alive. Care to repeat that?"

as usual, requests are open! comments, reblogs, and follows are greatly appreciated!

[jellophoid]

schoolgirl au or smthn

[dogt3eeth]

Shout out to bi4bi t4t relationships, truly

[galedekarios]

💜🧙‍♂️

[dewdlepies]

If you give a tiny wizard a piece of cheese, he's going to want some wine to go with it. And he will have some preferences as to what kind of wine it is.

[kirbles]

consider. ex catholic gale and shadowheart modern AU childhood friends.

shadowheart's parents and gale's mum being friends since the two were babies. they expected gale and shadowheart to eventually get together since they were stupidly young, even encouraged it. this never happened, but the families remained as close as ever, even meeting up for holidays well into their adulthood.

both drifted away from the religion for different reasons however they still appreciate the aesthetics and history that comes with it. they're always a phone call away when they need to confide in each other when the ~guilt~ takes hold.

the two of them in their late 30s has gale dressed in gaudy vibrant sweaters and thick frames, and shadowheart in monochrome outfits like she just walked off a runway. they look to be from completely different worlds to outsiders, like they couldn't possibly have anything in common.

meeting and befriending the other companions, who think they're together, and even ask if there was ever anything between them. they both loudly defend themselves because 'EW, NO! THEY'RE LIKE A SIBLING TO ME!'

both have insane amount of dirt on the other, and stories from early teens/twenties that they share with the group after a bottle of wine in order to embarrass the other.

[cuppahoney]

everyone get ready im about to be so obnoxious about bg3

[faarkas]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 nikkihelnos (x) & gale

[ratedgforgale]

straightouttawaterdeep is now ratedgforgale

this has been a psa

thank you for your time

[astarionappreciator]

XII. Gale — The Hanged Man

Part three of my BG3 tarot card series featuring Gale as The Hanged Man! I used the color palette from his stargazing scene for this one.

Upright meanings: sacrifice, martyrdom, wisdom, and prophecy

Reversed meanings: needless sacrifice, fear of sacrifice, and stalling important decisions

[dogt3eeth]

Inspired by Gale's epilogue kiss where he leans back to be a tease before kissing you oh so sweetly

[stormsofasorceress]

tara despising/tolerating drusilla for like 2 entire years before she finally accepts dru's invite for tea. then tara delightfully sharing gale's embarrassing yet adorable childhood anecdotes and then they actually bond.

and gale just watching this development like.

ah yes. me. my wife. and my tressym who are continuously conspiring behind my back. (affectionate)

... to the point whenever gale comes home from uni and enters their house, upon seeing tara and dru having tea again talking their shit, he's just like

' im home my love!'

'.... oh, i left something at the office my love!'

gale when his mom starts joining the weekly tea rotation:

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 24

Prompt: Crossdressing

Pairing: Gale x Halsin

1497 Words

🔞Adults Only Blog🔞

Gale checks his shave in the mirror, thinking it's as close as he can get, though something of a shadow remains. He applies the lightest touch of red to his cheeks, and more than his usual black around the eyes. Finally, he dabs some dusty pink to his lips. His hair he's unsure what to do with, but leaving it the same doesn't feel right, either. Eventually he decides to part it off-center, letting some of it fall across his face. That will do.

He makes sure the dress is on straight. It's not quite as revealing as the robes Weft had received from the Wavemother priestesses years ago, but he had had it in mind when he conceived of this evening. He walks out of his bedroom and calls out to Halsin in the kitchen.

"Are you ready, Halsin?"

"I am!"

"Alright, I'm going outside now."

Gale heads out his own front door and closes it behind him. He pauses for a moment, then knocks.

He hears Halsin hurrying to the door, and smiles at him when he opens it. "Miss Dekarios," Halsin says. "Thank you again for accepting my invitation. Please, come in."

"You have a lovely home," Gale remarks, looking around at his own possessions. "Dinner smells wonderful."

"Let me show you to the balcony, and I can serve us." Halsin gestures, and Gale follows his lead. Halsin pulls a chair out for him, and Gale accepts the gesture graciously. "Please, enjoy the view. I shall be right back."

Gale looks out at the familiar view of the harbor, the salt breeze on his skin. Halsin returns with two plates of food, pan fried fish and garlic potatoes. Gale smiles up at him as he sets his plate down, and Halsin smiles back. "May I pour you a glass of wine?" Halsin asks.

"Yes, thank you."

Halsin continues as he pours. "You look lovely this evening, by the way. That's quite a gown."

"Oh, you are too kind." Gale says. Halsin sits, and Gale looks at him, thoughtful. "You know, a lady might get a certain idea in her head when you invite her to dinner at your home."

Halsin chuckles. "A lady might have a very active imagination. I resolve to be a perfect gentleman."

"Hm," Gale says, picking up his glass. "Perhaps we need not strive for 'perfect'." Halsin smiles, and Gale feels a thrill to see a blush form on his cheeks.

They dine. Without entirely dropping the act, they make small talk about their respective projects, Halsin with the druids and Gale at the academy. Gale is full of questions tonight, letting Halsin steer the conversation.

"I hope you saved room for dessert," Halsin says, pouring Gale's third glass of wine.

"Naturally."

Halsin takes their plates and returns to the kitchen, while Gale sips the wine. A ship is passing through the harbor, and Gale watches it with a detached interest. Why does it feel like a gloom has dropped over the evening?

"A chocolate tart, from your favorite bakery," Halsin says. Gale smiles in genuine surprise. Halsin had kept the dessert a secret and Gale is glad he did. Halsin breaks a piece off of Gale's serving and holds out the fork, and Gale smiles before taking the bite.

"It's perfect."

"I am glad to hear it."

When the tart is finished, Halsin sighs and leans back in his seat.

"I would be happy to walk you home, whenever you are ready to go."

"No, that won't be necessary." Gale lays a hand on Halsin's and gazes out to sea. "I'd like to stay a while, if that's alright."

"Of course."

Gale feels Halsin's eyes, but opts not to make a comment.

"If I may be so bold, Miss Dekarios–"

"Please call me Gale. We've become familiar enough for that."

"Gale. You seem…not quite your usual talkative self tonight. Was the meal not to your liking?"

"Oh, no, it was delicious. You really know your way around a salmon. I suppose you're right, though. Perhaps I'm feeling a touch of nerves about being unaccompanied in a man's home?"

Halsin smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I hope that this evening was…what you were looking for?"

"It was most satisfactory." Gale pauses, and holds Halsin's gaze. "Thank you for all the trouble."

"It was no trouble at all. But, Gale. I wish to remind you of what I said when you first suggested this."

A mild dread creeps up Gale's spine.

"You do not need a special occasion to be a woman. We have friends who chose to change their lives in ways that defied their births. You could do that, too."

"I know that," Gale sighs. "But I'm not…I'm not like them."

"How so?"

"I'm not…I don't wish to change my body. My name doesn't cause me any grief. And I don't feel unhappy when people refer to me as a man. I simply…being a man is a lot of work, sometimes." Gale pauses. "Don't you think so, too?"

Halsin's hand squeezes Gale's. "No, my heart. Being a man is quite effortless for me."

"But…" Gale searches for the words. "But there's so much pressure. To do it right."

Halsin takes Gale's hand in both of his and leans forward, getting closer than he has all evening. "There is no wrong way to be a man. Or a woman, or anything else. Whoever you are, whatever form you wish to take, it is right. I just hope it makes you happy."

The blood in Gale's ears is nearly deafening. Easy for Halsin to say. He's exactly what a man should be, tall, strong, confident. Not like Gale. Gale, who has failed to keep a lover for long without constantly fighting for their approval. What kind of man fails at that?

Yet…Halsin has stayed, in his fashion. Halsin asks so little, even meeting Gale's disparate and somewhat demanding requests, and he makes no demands in return. Perhaps that's a kind of man he can be.

He squeezes Halsin's hand and smiles at him. "You've given me much to think about. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. As for tonight…" Gale bats his eyelashes and holds Halsin's gaze. "This lady would very much like to go to bed with you."

"Hm," Halsin says, a smile crossing his closed lips. "Would it be more gentlemanly to refuse, to preserve your virtue, or to grant my lady's request?"

"I think you should carry me to my bed and damn my virtue."

"My lady's requests will not go ungranted, then." He stands, then scoops Gale up in his arms. Gale gasps and grasps at Halsin's neck, and Halsin carries him to his own bed.

He drops Gale on the bed and kisses him, hands traveling down his body. Gale sighs and abandons himself, letting Halsin's presence overwhelm him. Halsin's hands move to his back and start unbuttoning the dress, but Gale stops him.

"I would rather, I think, leave it on."

Halsin growls in surprise and pleasure, and moves his hands to hike up Gale's skirt. Gale squirms under his hands, and Halsin draws his underwear off slowly, making his erection spring back against him. Halsin spits onto his fingers and slips one of them into Gale's hole. Gale moans and rolls his hips, and Halsin takes the hint and adds another.

"Oh, Halsin," Gale sighs, "please, take me."

"As you wish," Halsin says, and he undoes his pants and pulls out his erection with one hand. He lifts Gale under the ass and swaps his fingers for his cock, and Gale throws his head back in pleasure.

"Yes," Gale breathes, "that's it, I–ah!" Halsin hits him deep, filling him totally. Gale wonders how he looks, now, his hair splayed around his head, his lip color smudged now, surely, his skirt tossed carelessly past his hips. He looks up at Halsin, still in his nice suit. Like they're stealing a moment in public, like they were so overcome with passion they could not wait for clothes to be removed.

Gale feels an orgasm rising, and he presses both hands to his cock. "Don't stop, Halsin, don't stop." Halsin grunts and grips his hips tighter, thrusting harder into him, shaking Gale's whole body. When Gale comes, it lands on the inside of his dress, and in his craze he thrills at the thought of the stain being hidden next time he goes out in public.

Halsin sees him come and moans. He presses hard against Gale, deep as he can, and comes with a cry. He eases out of Gale and sets him down, then collapses beside him.

Gale turns to him, and Halsin draws a thumb across his cheek. "You do look beautiful tonight, Gale. If it would bring you joy, I hope you dress up more often."

"I'm glad you think so," Gale says, smiling. "But truthfully? It's far too much work."

[leavingautumn13]

a very serious sketch.