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Astarion was a man that when planning a party for his boyfriend he is immersed in thoughtfulness, meticulously organising an event that feels deeply personal and unforgettable. His preparations begin with a brainstorming session: he knew Gale loved a party, they attended or hosted one at least every week, sometimes multiple. Astarion knew all of Gale’s favourite things. A lover of art, a foodie, a music enthusiast, not just someone who enjoys quiet, meaningful moments away from parties. Yes, he knew the man loved sitting in his room with a book, or his study material and a cup of tea, Astarion had spent hours upon hours with him in silence, with his record player going in the background - Gale, a man who loved to talk, whose mouth was always open for some reason or another, being quiet and content in that silence around him. It felt more intimate than having Gale on his knees.

Astarion loved to host themed parties - he remembers the Halloween party they hosted at Gale’s frat house where he dressed up as a cowboy. How Gale could barely keep his eyes off Astarion, the way his curls were slicked back under a jet black cowboy hat with his ears on full display, something very rare for Astarion– only Gale had seen his ears properly and that was an oversight on his part after deciding to take a shower at the frat house. Also wearing a very tight, hardly-buttoned up red and black flannel shirt, tucked into a tight pair of blue jeans. A leather vest adorned with tassels and beads moved fluidly with Astarion’s body, but the finishing touch was a pair of dark brown cowboy boots.

“Well, howdy there, partner. You get lost on your way to a rodeo?” Gale said to Astarion, pretending to flirt with him. Astarion tilted his hat politely gave him a grin.

“Don’t be jealous just because I look so good wrangling cattle—or your heart.”

“That was awful.. And cheesy” Gale chided, his hands working their way into Astarion’s shirt - he had only buttoned it up three buttons for a reason. “I think you look like the world’s cutest extra in a Western.” The fact Gale had said he was an extra had Astarion gasping in mock offence.

“An extra!? Darling, I’m the star. The rugged cowboy who rides in, saves the day, and sweeps his man off his feet!” The memory of that party made Astarion’s heart sing, and his stomach twist into knots. Gale did his usual rounds, Astarion watching longingly from the doorway, or the corner of the room. He never saw himself sharing his boyfriend, but watching Gale doing what he loved, being on his knees, a cock in his mouth, Astarion enjoyed every second of it. Astarion even managed to get a few photos for their shared harddrive. Astarion also took mental note of whom Gale seemed to enjoy blowing.

All of this led to Astarion wanting to choose a theme that aligns with Gale's tastes, and not just in men. Gale was a simple man, that much Astarion knew. He loved his books, mostly for research on his degree, but he also enjoyed movies. He and Astarion had spent many evenings in one another’s rooms watching old Western movies, even more recently he’d gotten Astarion into ‘Golden Girls’ - much to his chagrin.

Astarion carefully curates the guest list one evening stealing Gale’s phone under the guise of ordering food, except instead he scrolls through Gale’s contacts and his notes, knowing he kept a detailed list of who’s cock he enjoyed sucking at a party. The invitations themselves are thoughtful, and in true Astarion fashion, very well put together and intricate - custom-designed to reflect the party's Western Cowboy theme.

Astarion had a plan for the venue, he pulled a few strings and cashed a few favours with friends to get the local bar to rent out their den for relatively cheap. He organised it to be decorated to mimic a saloon with hay bales for seating, wooden barrels as tables, wagon wheels, rustic lanterns, and string lights for ambiance. Red-and-white checkered tablecloths line said wooden barrels, and Astarion scatters cowboy hats, boots, and lassos as accents. Wooden signs with phrases like "Saloon," "Sheriff’s Office," and "Watering Hole” are hung around prominent locations such as the bar or restrooms The “Watering Hole” specifically is where Astarion intends for Gale to spend most of the night, filled with pillows, water and anything else Gale would ever possibly need to be spoiled absolutely rotten on his birthday.

Astarion has a very specific dress code in mind, encouraging their guests to come dressed as cowboys, outlaws, or saloon performers. Cowboy hats, denim, boots, fringe jackets, bandanas, and bolo ties galore. Signature cocktails like whiskey sours, margaritas, or spiked iced tea would be available from the bar, and the drinks will be served in mason jars or tin mugs. A "watering hole" bar setup is a fun touch that Astarion liked the look of. The use of string lights, lanterns with fake candles in them to create a cozy evening glow were non-negotiable.

As the date approaches, Astarion becomes the ultimate multitasker, ensuring every detail aligns perfectly. He double-checks RSVPs, confirms vendors, and rehearses any surprises. His nerves are balanced with excitement—he knows the effort is worth it to see Gale’s reaction. The only real secret he had to keep from Gale was his personalised cowboy hat.

Astarion had spent far more money than he really should have on the tools to personalise a cowboy hat for Gale - but this man deserved nothing but the best. He had to be sneaky about it, getting the rhinestones, the glue, tools and boxes to store everything delivered to the reception of the university. He didn’t want anyone else seeing the surprise he had in store for Gale. He needed time to practise, as it was not as easy as he thought.

Astarion sits at his well-lit desk, surrounded by an assortment of rhinestones in varying sizes and colors. With a small pot of clear glue and tweezers, his hands are steady and practiced as they work, picking up each rhinestone with the precision of a jeweler. The stones are cut to perfection, each one catching the light like a tiny mirror, reflecting the ambient light in a rainbow of hues.

Thankfully Astarion’s little hobby sewing came in handy, his hands as steady as a surgeon’s as he sorts the colours he wants - Gale loved purple, and he loved anything that sparkled in the light. Picking out a gorgeous lavender colour for the text, and simple clear diamontes for the rest of the hat. He was determined to make this the sparkliest, and most attention grabbing piece he’d ever made.

At first Astarion positions the hat in front of him, inspecting its texture and fabric, deciding where the stones will have the most impact. For instance, a central cluster near the crown will catch the light the most, while a more structured design could have a scattering of accents along the brim. With the glue in one hand and the tweezers in the other, he applies a small dot of adhesive to the fabric, careful not to use too much, knowing the glue will spread and could stain the hat if overapplied.

As the design progresses, he works with a rhythm, a new sense of ease as he feels more confident applying glue, placing a rhinestone, and ensuring it's secure before moving to the next. The hat slowly transforms, each stone adding dimension and depth. The room fills with the quiet sound of the tweezers clicking against the hard surface of the table, and the soft, deliberate breath of Astarion’s concentration as he fully immerses himself in the craft. As the final stones are placed, he pauses to admire his handiwork —a dazzling array of rhinestones that have turned a boring hat into something extraordinary, with every stone catching the light just right. The hat is now ready to be worn, Astarion grins as he inspects his work, he knew Gale would love it. It was gaudy, outrageous and entirely him.

Astarion didn’t even realise how long he’d been working away at the hat, the hours seemed to melt away while he worked, when a call from Gale vibrates his phone along the surface of his desk, with a muttered swear he gently places the hat down, picking up his phone.

“Well, hello you,” He says, trying to act casual. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Gale is silent on the other side for a moment before breaking out into a chuckle.

“Were you lost in studying again? It’s movie night, and we’re meant to cook dinner at mine. Did you forget?”

Shit.
Astarion did forget. Or, rather he lost track of time.

“Bollocks.. Yeah I’ve got a test next week, checked a book out of the library to study with. I can be with you in ten minutes? And I promise, I’ll actually help this time.”

Astarion felt awful for lying to Gale, well, it wasn’t so much as lying but keeping a secret... Which he still hates. But this had to remain a surprise. It was going to be a tough week…

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The day had finally arrived, Astarion found himself standing in the little bar he’d rented out, surrounded by all of Gale’s favourite conquests. A few other fraternity members that lived in the house with Gale, some closer friends that were there just to celebrate Gale’s birthday, and two of his closest friends. Rolan, a Tiefling who Astarion had seen in the library with Gale, he remembered he was a Biology student, and Halsin, the vet med student - whom Astarion had frequently daydreamed of climbing like a damn oak tree. Regardless, each person in attendance was part of Gale’s repertoire.

Once the last person walked through the doors, Astarion grabbed a mic from behind the bar, he climbed on top of it, gave the mic a tap and cleared his throat to get everybody’s attention, he grins wickedly as he looks onto the crowd.

“Good evening, as you all know I’m Astarion, Gale’s partner. I’ve invited you all here to celebrate him, as much as he may hate the attention being all about him,” he said with a chuckle, adjusting the cowboy hat on his head. “Now.. as you’ve all probably noticed, as you walked through the door, you picked up a delightful beaded bracelet with your name on it, and a colour that corresponds to you personally,” the last word left Astarion’s lips like a purr. “Once Gale arrives, he will say his hello’s and be carted off into the back room. I will call upon each of you by only the colour of your bracelet, so do pay attention darlings! Now, you’ve got ten minutes before the birthday boy arrives. Do grab a drink and enjoy yourselves!”

Astarion waited off to the side of the bar, his phone in hand and flicking through the playlist he had curated for the event, a nice little playlist aptly titled ‘BJ Queen’ starring a few of Gale’s favourite songs that Astarion had paid attention to, which included:

Lay All Your Love On Me - Abba
Jolene - Dolly Parton
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - The Police
Got My Mind Set On You - George Harrison
Killer Queen - Queen

As he was setting up the queue, cheers erupted around the room as Gale walked in, Astarion grinning as he saw the man being greeted and congratulated on his birthday. The blush that exploded over Gale’s cheeks was gorgeous. Making eye-contact almost immediately, Astarion leaned against the bar, his plaid shirt open to expose his chest and tiny shorts showing off his endless legs.

“Well, howdy partner..” he purred towards the man, tilting his own hat cheekily, Gale leaning in to press a kiss to Astarion’s cheek, his eyes looking around the venue.

“You really did this all for me?” Gale asked, grabbing one of the red solo cups from the bar and taking a swig.

“Of course… Now, I have your first surprise ready,” Astarion smirked, reaching for a large hat box he’d hidden and placing it on the top of the bar.

Gale raises an eyebrow, opening the box a little warily - he hadn’t asked for anything.

As the gift is unveiled, a classic cowboy hat is revealed - its brim wide, its material sturdy, exuding a rugged charm. However what Gale was most surprised by, was the fact it was covered in silver rhinestones, with the words “BJ Queen” written across it with purple ones. Astarion gently places it on Gale’s head, adjusting it just right, his fingers brushing softly against his hair.

“Perfect fit,” he says with a grin, his voice carrying a mix of playful admiration and genuine affection. Gale tilts his head, testing the hat's feel, then bursts into a smile that lights up his face. They share a warm laugh.

“Does this make me your rhinestone cowboy, Astarion?”

“It absolutely does, my treasure..” He teased with a warm laugh, taking Gale’s hand and leading him toward the back room “This is your second birthday gift..” He opens the door to reveal a den of sorts, pillows, blankets and candles creating a dim glow, relaxing and encouraging. In the corner, a video camera set up on a tripod pointing at the middle of the room “I remember how you like video evidence of your little.. Dalliances” He smirked, pulling Gale toward the nicely stacked pillows.

“Astarion.. Is this..?”

“Yes, it is.. All your favourite cocks in one room. Now, be a good boy and get on your knees for me.”

Gale was on his knees in an instant, a thick red velvet blindfold tied around his head before he could speak, and a purple ribbon around his wrists. Astarion had tied him up with a gentle touch, like always. Each knot was meticulously formed, a dance of hands and rope. Gale's wrists are slowly bound, secured behind his back, ankles tied together.

Astarion moves to Gale's back, hands tracing the curves of his spine in a ghostlike fashion, barely touching his skin with his fingertips. As much as Astarion loved Gale's use of his hands, sometimes, just sometimes he wanted to see just what that mouth alone could do.

Astarion walks in circles around Gale, his footsteps were silent against the rug of the room, the only sound in the air was the dampened music outside of the room, and Gale's heavier than normal breathing. The smile on his face was one of pride at his handiwork. He knew Gale was enjoying this, Gale’s heart pounding in his chest.

Thump.
Thump.
Thump.

Gale was almost panting already, the anticipation of Astarion's next move was at the forefront of his mind. He could sense Astarion was close, but just how close he was, remained a mystery. It felt like an eternity had passed before Astarion finally spoke.

"Such a good boy, Gale.. On your knees, looking so pretty.. So sweet" He praises, his index finger and thumb grabbing Gale's chin firmly, tilting his head up so he can see his face. A harsh blush had spread from his chest, up his neck and bloomed across his face.

"T-thank you.." Gale stutters, and Astarion couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at Gale's manners. He still had his wits about him then.

“Always so polite, darling..” He teased, gently patting his cheek, he was incredibly warm to the touch “Now, are you ready for your first surprise of the evening?”

“I am.” he confirmed, Astarion humming in approval as he walks toward the door, opening it and peeking his head around the corner “Red! Come in, and be quiet..” He looks to Rolan, beckoning him over with his index finger. The Tiefling, obedient as ever, immediately finished his drink and ran over, following Astarion into the little den. ”Now.. Gale, you can take off the blindfold after you’ve successfully guessed just who I’ve brought in for you. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I’ll be here the whole time, my love.. Take your time, we have all evening.” Astarion gave Rolan a nod, eagerly making his way over to Gale.

"Ah, what do we say before we suck?" Astarion scolds gently, his thumb now rubbing over Gale's bottom lip, a light whimper escaping Gale's mouth.

"Please…"

"Good boy.. Now, open your mouth for me, baby..."

Astarion whispered, his thumb pressing down on Gale’s tongue when the man opened his mouth. “That’s my good boy, now stay just like that to taste one of your gifts.”

The corner of his mouth lifts up into a smirk and he glances at Rolan, motioning with his head for the tiefling to come closer. Rolan’s eyes widened and body trembling with anticipation, he always watched Gale from afar. Only getting the opportunity to have his cock sucked once by the man. It was a wonderful experience that was etched forever into his brain. A memory he had used over and over whenever he was alone and wanted to get off. He opened his mouth to say something, but Astarion placed his index finger over his own lips in a silent instruction to keep quiet, so, Rolan kept his mouth shut and crept closer, his hand undoing the laces of his trousers.

Rolan could feel his cock already hardening just imagining the queen himself’s mouth around his cock. The warm wet muscle flicking every bump and ridge of his tiefling cock. Rolan swallowed thickly, looking at Astarion quickly then back at Gale, his hand trembling and twitching.

Rolan wanted so desperately to touch Gale’s hair, but decided against it, if Gale had to figure out who it was. Then, he figured not touching him would be the best course of action. Astarion smiled, humming in approval again and pulled his thumb away at the same time Rolan’s cockhead slid between Gale’s lips and inside his mouth. He had to stifle a moan when Gale pulled away slightly to lick up the slit of his cock. A hand going to cover his mouth when another swipe made his eyes roll slightly in the back of his head. Rolan didn’t know what it was about just those few licks, but it felt absolutely wonderful–like smooth velvet across skin. Gale slid his tongue farther down Rolan’s cock, his mind going through memories of the many cocks that have left an impression on him.

Gale thought to himself for a moment - ’Wyll? No, he doesn’t have ridges nor bumps. Harleep, maybe?’ Gale wondered, his mouth sliding to take the whole length of the cock in his mouth. ‘No, not girthy enough.’

“So,” Astarion inquired, crouching down and tucking a strand of hair behind Gale’s ear as he whispered into it. “Any guesses?”

“Raphael?” Gale responded curiously.

“Really? Raphael? My love, do you think so little of me? Of course not, I know how much you hate that man’s cock anywhere near these gorgeous lips of yours.” Gale hummed in response secretly glad it wasn’t Raphael’s. The man always came too quickly, his cum tasted almost like ash and salt, and his cock didn’t even fill his mouth nearly enough to enjoy.

“You’re on the right lines, my darling ..” Astarion encouraged, threading his fingers through Gale’s hair, tugging ever so gently at the ends. “Have another guess.” He grins, watching Rolan’s face, winking at him.

Gale takes the cock into his mouth entirely again, his throat flexing around the cock, tongue teasing over every ridge, every bump. The name eluding him, it felt like he knew who it belonged to. Yet he couldn’t put his tongue on it.

Astarion waited patiently, gently coaxing Gale, praising him softly and keeping his eye on Rolan - he knew the Tiefling hadn’t had as many experiences with Gale as some of the others, but that didn’t matter. Gale liked him.

After a few more minutes, and poor Rolan looking like he was clinging on for dear life - Astarion pulled Gale’s head back gently, rubbing his cheeks and jaw in a gentle massage.

“Any more guesses? I can give you a hint, sweet thing..” He purred, leaning down to whisper again in Gale’s ear. “He’s one of your recent favourites...”

“Favorites?” Gale thought to himself curiously, his hands twitching in the bindings, wanting to reach out and touch the figure in front of him. Astarion grinned up at Rolan, his eyes admittedly flicking to the man’s cock, which stood proudly, the tip a dark red colour - like wine.

Rolan was trembling like a leaf, every hum and swipe of Gale’s tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. He had to bite his knuckles in order to keep quiet, his ears flicking and tail twitching wildly. A deep blush was already forming on his face that crept down his neck and hid underneath his shirt. His toes curling in his boots he wore and a hand reaching out to rest on Gale’s head. Astarion glanced up and grabbed the Tiefling’s wrist, shaking his head but using his thumb to caress the thin skin of Rolan’s wrist up to the palm of his hand, massaging in a comforting manner.

“Don’t you want to see what you are doing to the poor boy Gale? It would be a shame for him to cum down that divine throat of yours without you seeing how much pleasure you are giving him.”

Gale huffed in annoyance, his mind going through the catalogue of favorites. Why Astarion had to give him a hard one he didn’t know. Gale didn’t need much more encouragement to get this right, his lips eagerly wrapping around Rolan’s cock again, taking him all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing around him. Gale tugged at the tip of Rolans cock and an involuntary whine escaped Rolan’s parted lips.

Gale grins, kitten licking at his tip. "Oh..it is my newest favorite. Hello Rolan." Astarion leans in and praises Gale with gentle words only audible between themselves, kissing his cheek while he stares at Rolan, guiding his cock back in Gale’s mouth and listens to him hum, flexing his throat nicely. Astarion takes off the blindfold, tucking it into his back pocket for safe keeping - Rolan can see Gale's eyes, big and brown, almost staring into the deepest parts of his soul, his very essence being teased right out of him. Gale of course gives it his all, hands still tied behind his back as he bobs his head up and down on Rolan’s cock, a soft hum reverberating through Rolan’s pelvis - he could even feel that damn hum in his balls. Rolan whines and whimpers, still not daring to reach out and touch Gale’s hair, regardless of the way Astarion still held his hand, standing almost completely between the two of them.

“He’s gorgeous isn’t he, Rolan? My sweet little Blowjob Queen of Blackstaff..” Astarion praised Gale, watching as a beautiful pink dusting took over his cheeks.

Rolan can’t speak, an almost-cry leaving his lips as he cums, his cock throbbing nicely in Gale’s mouth, following up with a whimper, Astarion still holding Rolan’s hand while Gale swallows. Pulling off and licking the Tielfing’s cock clean while giving Astarion a kiss, a smile creeping on his face when Astarion licks the drop of cum off the corner of Gale’s mouth.

“Oh he is delicious isn’t he?” Astarion asks with a wicked grin, his thumb brushing over Gale’s bottom lip tenderly, watching as Gale’s tongue darts out to meet said thumb. “Good boy… Rolan, give him your bracelet darling, and bring in the next one. Blue this time”

By the time Gale’s through, his entire left arm is covered in new beaded bracelets, each with a name on them - twelve to be exact, a new record for him. Starting with Rolan, ending with Halsin, his top two favourites.

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Gale sits back slowly, resting on his heels and smiles, a soft kiss planted on his now plump lips. “Any other surprises, my love?” He asks, and Astarion grins, the tips of his ears flush red and his pupils blown wide with want. Gale teases his thumb over the clothing hiding Astarion’s cock before unbuttoning his shorts agonisingly slowly. Licking his lips when he pulls his boyfriend’s shorts down, watching his cock spring forth. Gale eans in and tugs at his foreskin softly before letting the flat of his tongue lick upwards under his cock.

Astarion’s eyes grow dark as ink, groaning softly at the feeling of those teeth on his skin, feeling the tug on his foreskin, and that tongue licking the underside of his cock he let out a long, languid moan. “Gods.. I s-swear you’d know how to make me fall apart every time..” He stutters, a hand threading through Gale’s hair and balling up into a fist.

Gale laughs, placing a kiss on the tip of Astarion's cock before placing it in his mouth and giving a soft suck. "Oh? Let's see if your hypothesis is correct, Astarion." He purred before licking his cock again. Making sure to never break eye contact when his tongue dragged along the slit, catching a bead of precome. A groan escaped his lips when he felt Astarion’s hand grip his hair. "Aren't you enthusiastic to have my mouth on you again?" Gale teases before going back to gliding his tongue onAstarion's cock, taking him fully in one fluid motion. Grateful he didn't have a gag reflex.

Astarion hissed softly as Gale’s tongue teased at his slit, he was still just as sensitive as he always was, and gods when Gale took all of him at once he couldn’t help the low growl that fell from his throat. “You little.. Gods, your throat still feels magical..” He praises, a soft hum escaping him “Fuck.. Just like that.”

Gale moans, looking up and pulling the man's cock out. "Just like what, Astarion? This?" He slowly teases his cock down his throat before pulling off. "Or this." He licks the man's cock slowly, placing a hand firmly around the base and slowly strokes it.

Astarion’s head falls backward, against plush pillows, a louder moan falling from his lips. Damn this man. “I s-see your tongue is still as dextrous as ever, even after sucking all those cocks..” he teased, his back arching slightly off the pillows. Gale growled when his hair was tugged, biting into the skin above Astarions groin before going back to his cock. A pleased hum escaping his throat when he hears a loud moan erupt from Astarion’s lips. .

"Ah there's that pretty voice I love to hear." Trailing his tongue back up Astarion's cock, Gale grasps Astarion’s thighs to throw them over his shoulders. Gale begins to kiss his way down toward that tight rim of muscle, tongue swiping and flicking and swirling over the quivering hole softly.Then, his tongue slowly pressed inside.

Astarion’s thighs squeezed Gale’s head tightly for a moment or two as he felt a cool tongue against his hole. “Fuck.. Gale..” He whimpered, tugging on his hair again, bucking his hips against Gale’s face, his ankles crossing on Gale’s back. “Fuck.. G-Gale.. Gale! Gods.. I love you.. Fuck, I love you so much, don’t stop..” Astarion was almost crying, his free hand gripped the blankets tightly, his breath coming out in short bursts.

"How would you like me? I can use my mouth, my hands or my cock on you." Biting Astarions ass cheek gently.

“Your cock.. Please.. As much as I love that mouth of yours.. I adore being the only one who gets your cock, oh sweet Blowjob Queen of mine..” Astarion teases, watching as Gale rose to his knees, he goes to take off the gifted hat, when Astarion grabs his wrist gently “Oh no, cowboy.. The hat stays on during sex..” Gale couldn’t help but laugh.

“As you wish..” He grins, securing it on his head as he leans down to kiss Astarion again, who reaches under the pillows for the travel sized lube he stored under there while setting up, the lid popping making Gale chuckle again “You always come prepared, don’t you?”

“Well, someone has to.. You don’t need lube to suck a cock, but I’m certainly not letting you use your spit in my ass.” He snorted, raising an eyebrow toward Gale who took the lube silently, and squeezed some onto his middle finger.

“Let me know if I hurt you," Gale said, letting his two fingers glide gently around Astarion's entrance before he slowly pressed his fingers in.

“F-fuck..” Astarion stuttered, his jaw going slack as he finally felt himself relaxing.

"Not quite yet, I want to make sure your relaxed enough before I fuck you," Gale teased, slowly pushing his finger in until he’s to the knuckle. He wiggled his finger slowly inside, watching Astarions reaction, satisfied Gale added his ring finger, watching as Astarion’s jaw fell open even wider.. Gale wanted to make sure the man was comfortable before he would move his fingers.

Astarion let out a breathy chuckle, his legs spreading a little further apart, his body relaxing around Gale’s fingers. “I would say I don’t need it.. But I do.” He teased, he was a lucky man with the size of Gale’s cock - Big Dickarios indeed.

Loosening the button and zipper on his short, pulling them down to his thighs he takes himself in hand, the same one that was just inside of Astarion moments ago, spreading enough lube along to make him slick, he hooks Astarion's legs over his forearms, leaning over his body and essentially bending the man in half, with a slow, deliberate thrust of his hips, Gale buried himself to the hilt inside Astarion, pausing briefly once seated completely in an attempt to gain his composure. After a few moments Gale began to move, starting slow with shallow thrusts, his jaw clenched in concentration while he tried his hardest to hold back from fucking into him relentlessly, his warmth was always so inviting and sweet. Astarion's moans start to pour out of his mouth, his hands reaching above him to grip at the pillows above him.

His thrusts begin to pick up speed, he couldn't stop the onslaught of words that fell from his mouth, Gale's mouth was working faster than his brain could keep up with, the sound of sweat slick skin filled the room with every thrust. “Gods, look at you Astarion... So pretty on my cock, so fucking perfect, taking every single inch so well.." He praised, hands splayed over the expanse of Astarion's ribs, nails dragging down his skin just enough to leave red marks on his pale skin, his legs still hooked over Gale's forearms, he looked truly beautiful bent in half under Gale like this "If only I could keep fucking you all night.. Filling you to the brim, over and over again. Wouldn't you like that?" Astarion was taken a little surprise by Gale's words, but the obscenity of it, and the possessiveness sent whatever blood remained in his body straight to his cock, leaving it leaking steadily over his stomach, another pathetic whine tumbling out of his mouth, his head nodding more than enthusiastically.

Gale's hair had loosened a little from his bun, the hat keeping most of it in check, but now a few loose strands had now fallen into his face, one hand moving from under Astarion's leg to press firmly on his stomach, enough to feel how his cock moved inside him, filling him up with every thrust, his whimpering only spurred Gale on more, leaning further over Astarion's body to kiss him, their kiss was sloppy and wet, filled with far too much teeth. Gale pulled back an inch, his eyes locked onto Astarion's as he kept up his brutal pace, moving his arms to wrap Astarion's legs around his waist, one hand bracing on the pillows behind his head and the other underneath Astarion's head, lifting gently to bring their foreheads together so nicely, kissing him just one more time.

"G-Gale.. Please.." Astarion begs, looking up into Gale's eyes, their lips still linked with a thin string of saliva. Both of them looked completely debauched, so filthy that even the most esteemed author's wouldn't be able to put it into words. With a quick adjustment of Astarion's body, angling his hips ever so slightly, Gale truly lets go, his thrusts unrelenting as he pounds against Astarion's prostate again, one hand wrapping around his cock to stroke him to completion.

"Cum for me, Starlight.. Let me hear you.." He encourages, and as if by magic Astarion feels compelled to obey, his body tightens, feeling like a taut string finally snapping as he releases all over Gale's hand and himself, a loud, broken scream of Gale's name feels like it's punched right out of his chest, his vision goes white, and the blush that spreads over his entire body, blooming over his chest, his neck and finally to the tips of his ears, sends Gale falling over the edge of ecstasy, a final deep thrust as he buries himself completely in Astarion, spilling every drop. A soft kiss follows, slow and deliberate, as if to seal his love. Gale's movements are careful and intentional, not wanting to overwhelm Astarion any more than he already has, an unspoken dialogue of love and trust. Every touch to his body is slow, reverent, like they’re learning each other all over again. Gale whispers affirmations with each caress, their lips brushing against skin.

"You’re so perfect... All I’ve ever wanted."

Each word is a balm, drawing them closer emotionally and physically. There's no rush, just the slow, gentle come down from intimacy, as if time has stopped for them. Astarion's breathing begins to calm, body responding with trust, knowing he's held in safety and love, his body limp under Gale's own.

For a moment, the world around them, the party… It all disappears, and it’s just the two of them, Astarion and Gale, despite their unconventional partnership, together.

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Gale took a moment to take Astarion in, the way he looked so relaxed under him, blissed out, white curls sticking to his forehead. Gale was fixated on him, he was beautiful, he was everything Gale needed in this life. Astarion pants softly, laying back against the plush pillows and blankets strewn on the floor of the makeshift den, Gale’s weight securely on his torso, his legs still wrapped around the man’s waist.

“Astarion, you are incredible.” Gale burst out, leaning down to kiss him softly, and ever so sweetly and Astarion couldn’t resist kissing back, he never could.

“An incredible lay? Yes, I should certainly hope so.” He teased, treating his fingers through the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of Gale’s bun, which earned a gentle chuckle from Gale, who kissed Astarion once more before slowly pulling out of him, taking the condom off and tying the end, throwing it in the bin.

“Come on, shall we go home and take a shower?” Gale asked, pulling his shorts back on properly, amused slightly at how he was in such a rush to be inside Astarion, he’d only pulled them halfway down his thighs. Astarion on the other hand was almost completely naked, throwing pillows around the room in search of his own denim shorts, accepting his thong was a lost cause.

“Absolutely.. I feel sticky, and sweaty..” Astarion’s face had an air of disgust on it as he dressed himself enough, running a hand through his hair before making sure they’d not left anything of importance. Slightly sweaty and with red wine filling both their stomachs, Astarion walks arm-in-arm with Gale back to the frat house, it was a place Astarion had come to see as almost a second home, despite the fact he was there more than his actual dorm. After a quick shower, lavishing Gale in affection, they both pulled on a set of pajamas - Gale’s of course were purple and patterned with spots and carnation outlines, Astarion was more simple, dark red but comfortable. Gale had the idea to mix and match their pajamas, and Astarion found it thoroughly adorable, and so they sat in the softly lit living room, a warm glow spills from a nearby lamp, casting gentle shadows across the space. The room always feels lived-in and intimate, despite there being so many frat boys that lived in the house, the space was tidy, it always smelled like home. Gale, took his usual spot on the floor in front of the couch, leaning his back onto it with his arms outstretched to Astarion, his face was flushed, still warm from their shower, his eyes sparkled in the low light of the room. It took Astarion’s breath away.

Astarion stood with a medium sized box in his hands, the carefully wrapped gift in his hands. The wrapping is deliberate but imperfect, he wanted to put in the extra care to make it just right. The ribbon is tied in a neat bow, and there’s even a handwritten note tucked under it, with his Gale's name scrawled across in his usual elegant, cursive handwriting. Moving to it on the floor next to Gale, who’s eyebrows raised in surprise and a soft smile forming on his lips, completely caught off guard by this unexpected gesture. His body language conveys curiosity—one hand resting on his thigh, the other reaching hesitantly for the gift as though the moment is too precious to rush.

“Astarion, you didn’t need to get me anything.. The party and the hat were enough.” Gale half-heartedly scolds, curiously weighing the box in his hands, trying to figure out what this next surprise could possibly be.

“Of course I had to get you something, I knew the party would be a success, but I had this idea and I would have been stupid not to go through with it.” he says, rather nonchalantly, as if this was the most obvious and simple idea - but in reality it had taken him weeks to find the right person to pull this off, and in such a short time frame too.

Astarion chuckled, tilting his head to gesture for Gale to open the gift, and with a rather skeptical look on his face, Gale gently pulled the ribbon, using it to tie back his still damp hair in a bun before he tore through the wrapping paper, Astarion wears a tender, nervous smile, his gaze fixed on his Gale’s face. The room seems to hold its breath as Gale peels back the paper, his movements slow and careful. As the wrapping falls away, his breath catches in his throat, underneath the wrapping paper was Gale’s favourite book set - Riders of Pern, specifically the one set Gale doesn’t have - Dragonflight, Dragonquest, The White Dragon, Dragonsong, Dragonsinger, each book is re-bound in colourful leather, and embossed to look like dragon scales. To Astarion, Gale’s reaction is priceless: his eyes soften, and a smile spreads across his face, but it’s his expression that says everything—gratitude, love, and a hint of disbelief at how well he’s known by the Elf. He looks up, their eyes meeting, and for a moment the world seems to narrow to just the two of them. Astarion moves to lean himself against Gale’s side, an arm almost instinctively coming around his neck and over his chest, and they share a quiet embrace, Gale’s free hand inspecting the craftsmanship.

The moment is filled with unspoken words. It’s not about the monetary value of the gift but the thought, the effort, and the love poured into it. In this tender moment, the small, unexpected gift becomes a symbol of their connection, a tangible reminder of how deeply they care for one another. Astarion had never been one for words, as much as he tried, after a moment Gale picks up the card that accompanied the gift. Inside, was a short, but sweet message from Astarion.

‘"Happy birthday, my love. You make everyday brighter just by being you. Here’s to celebrating the amazing person you are and all the beautiful moments yet to come. I’m so lucky to have you.”

On a separate piece of paper, Astarion had written a short poem.

Bibliophile
Nothing is stiller than the presence of silence
Nor more gratifying when the mind is riotous
All I need, to be happy, indeed
All I desire, or could possibly require
To release every tension and restore the carefree
Is a book and a place that belongs only to me
Eden Elliot

Gale felt his own chest fill with warmth, pressing a soft kiss into Astarions curls, he smelled like Gale’s shampoo, it was intoxicating. Never in a million years did Gale think he’d ever be so lucky to be with someone as accepting as Astarion. Gale adored being the BJ Queen of Blackstaff, he wouldn’t give that up for anything, and the fact Astarion not only never asked him to give it up, but encouraged him, made his heart fill with love.

“I love you, Astarion Ancunin. I am the luckiest man in the world to have you..” Astarion felt, blood rushing to his cheeks, the tips of his ears, his hair still damp, unable to hide those ears of his.

“I love you too, Gale Dekarios. Nothing, and I mean nothing in this world will take me away from you..” He leans up to kiss Gale once more, this Christmas would be a happy one.

Astarion had never had a safe place to call his own for Christmas, he always thought it would be a house, a flat.. But that place was right in Gale’s arms.