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T’was a lovely morning in the city of Waterdeep. The name of said city implied that bodies of water had a lot of depth to them.
The gorgeous, citrus-colored sun shone down on the world and birds were scattered in different places upon the sky, twittering in ways that clarified their particular species of bird.
Astarion the bloodsucking vampire sat down at the breakfast table (the norm was to have separate tables dedicated to every meal), slurping up a cup of blood that tasted distinctly like iron.
He was reading the morning paper which was as usual clad with an assortment of words of different lengths and meanings. This was a lovely routine for him, as he enjoyed absorbing information into his brain in the mornings.
His quiet reading time was not unwelcomely interrupted by the familiar sound of his husband about to walk down the stairs to their kitchen where they made food and ate every day! Coincidentally also where Astarion was seated!
The familiar sight of Gale pouncing down the stairs in a way that accentuated his heavy breasts filled his eyeballs and by extension his vision.
The aforementioned breasts seemed almost to fly up and down as he strode joyously, smirking in a manner that could only be described as happy.
“Good morning, my darling. I have, as I often do, spent my morning thus far perusing words on parchment,” Astarion greeted him.
“That is an amazing piece of information you have so aptly chosen to give to my ears on this fine morning!” Gale exclaimed, taking a seat in a chair conveniently placed next to Astarion’s.
“I love telling you things, almost as much as I love the knowledge of you having heard them!” Astarion purred, draping a cold dead arm around his husband’s human-temperatured shoulders.
Gale instinctively stood up once more as he became aware of his need for sustenance. He fixed up a quick breakfast which was TO BE EATEN AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE. The breakfast consisted of food on a plate and he ate it proudly, smiling in the meantime.
Astarion and Gale hardly spoke during the latter’s consumption of his morning meal. Instead, they exchanged an abundance of sensual looks and gestures directed at one another.
This implied that they held sexual and romantic feelings for each other and that they wished to do something about it.
As soon as the dishes had plummeted from Gale’s hands into the sink to be cleaned at a later time, Astarion was all over him.
Cold hands belonging to none other than Astarion caressed the human’s hips, making an effort to arouse the man he loved so much.
Gale couldn’t help but groan out a desperate little huff of a moan as he considered the context of what was happening and formed the educated theory that Astarion wanted to have sex.
The brown haired man turned around clumsily, his cheeks flushed as arousal formed in his very soul and in his cock.
“Would you appreciate it if I were to insert my erect penis into your very willing hole?” Astarion made his question heard by voicing it.
All Gale could do was nod many times in quick succession before sparing a glance at the red orbed man’s lovely lips that he wanted to kiss.
Their lips met up for a couple of drinks and played a game of lanceboard before deciding to unite in a loving embrace. Wet tongues became intertwined in a sensual dance, slurping and sucking one another like their lives depended on it.
Moans and groans reverberated in the cozy space that was their home, their kitchen tastefully decorated with the sounds of their rising pleasure.
After only a few seconds, Gale made the decision to make use of his voice to state his ever growing need.
“Astarion, the man I love so deeply, who’s affection and care I absorb into my very being near constantly, would it be terribly heartless of me to make it known that my cock is very hard and that I wish for you to stick yours into my body, with the goal of bringing us both to climax?”
“I find it not only acceptable but admirable that your need for me grows so hot so as to bring forth these specific words from your lips,” the pale man who was currently fondling Gale’s voluptuous breasts responded.
Gale turned around once more, happy to hear their shared lust clearly established. He bent himself over the kitchen counter before pushing his pert rump into Astarion’s groin, grinding against it ever so slightly.
As neither of the men had an eye for patience, Gale quickly performed a spell by snapping his fingers which in turn removed all of the clothing from their previously clothed bodies. This was a favorite trick of Astarion’s, one they often used before engaging in pleasures of the flesh.
The only downside to the spell was that the clothing it swept away seemed to be deposited in a place they had no access to; a big sad shame but one they rarely took into account when they were absorbed in strong feelings of arousal in their bodies.
They spared a few seconds to mourn their respective cloths.
Now that their bodies were making direct contact, Gale couldn’t hold back a wanton groan as he felt just how stiff Astarion’s member was as it rested against his bosom.
“Would you be a kind and sexy human being and produce some grease onto the fingers that adorn my hand?” Astarion asked hopefully, bringing forth said hand and fingers into Gale’s field of vision.
Gale followed through his request and shivered as he became aware of the sensation of a cold finger gently prodding the hole of his tush.
“Oh Gale my darling dearest, you’re going to have to loosen up quite significantly before I’ll be able to push forth my cylindrically shaped flesh-stick into you,” Astarion purred teasingly.
And he was correct. An hour was spent stretching the offending hole.
Truthfully, it was quite ready to be plunged after only a short while but Gale delighted in being slowly opened up like a thoughtful gift until he was quivering pathetically. Drooling, even.
Gale’s disco stick was smearing plenty of creamy white fluid onto the counter by the time they deemed it fit to begin the long-awaited main event of what had now turned into early afternoon.
So much for Gale going to work on this fine day.
Astarion’s erection stood proudly in the air, proud because it was so hard and so big.
“I am entirely sure that my body shall accept your arrival at this very moment,” Gale whined.
“Then I will go ahead and do just that,” Astarion whispered seductively before directing his firm penis into his husband’s dripping hole.
And oh was it glorious.
The pale vampire asked politely to be allowed entry and Gale welcomed him in with a smile on his face.
Although they had already waited for what could be considered an unnecessary amount of time, Astarion slowed the process even further by shoving the entirety of his dick into Gale at a very tiresome pace.
“Please plunge the entirety of your dick into me at a fast pace, please,” the pitiful puppy of a man babbled, his eyes pooled with tears due to time continuing to pass without Astarion’s cock wholly seated in his gaping hole.
Finally, Astarion relented.
They both groaned and gasped and cried a little bit as Astarion bottomed out.
“Y-yes oh Gods thank you s-so much ah!” the brown orbed man whined and pushed his body backwards so that the penis residing in him pushed in a little deeper.
Astarion began thrusting into Gale at an unrelenting pace, his peen sliding smoothly in and out of the well-oiled ass. He gripped the man’s hips tightly so that he could find the right angle to plunge into, knowing it would soon bring them both to a well deserved climax.
“You feel amazing, and not too tight since we spent so much time preparing you,” Astarion groaned and slapped Gale’s ass for good measure.
Gale let out a pleased squeak as a reaction to being slapped; it was something he enjoyed quite a lot during sex. “Mmhh Ahhh ohHHh AAHhh you know I quite enjoy being slapped during sex!”
Astarion was delighted to receive this information into his brain, opting to slap the ass a few times more.
“Smack! Smack! Sma—” Gale yelped.
The pale man couldn’t hold back his laughter, finding it strange but endearing that his husband sometimes imitated the sounds he was hearing around him. Especially during sexual intercourse.
Even so, he didn’t slow down his thrusts and soon reached the conclusion that he was nearing completion.
“I am close to producing spend!” Astarion yelled triumphantly.
Gale responded by continuing to push his ass back against the man, giggling in a way that radiated bliss. “I too hold the opinion that my cock is soon to erupt!”
And erupt they both did.
Astarion was denied a chance to voice what was about to transpire as his pleasure reached a glorious peak. His big cylinder generated semen and released it into the ass appropriately placed where it could be accumulated.
“Hells! Participating in this activity provided me with an abundance of pleasure and happiness!” Astarion exclaimed before pulling his cock out of Gale’s body.
It became clear that Gale had also reached his long awaited peak while Astarion was too absorbed in his own to notice; Gale was slumped over the counter, which had now been embellished with his own white fluid.
He seemed utterly exhausted, spent even, and the pale vampire felt a pang of concern as his brain realized that Gale had not yet spoken.
“Are you quite alright, my sweet?” Astarion asked, placing his fingers in Gale’s wood-colored hair and stroking it soothingly.
“Mmhhh,..hYeah,” Gale mumbled, his mouth forming a little smile.
Happy that his husband seemed content and somewhat coherent, he steered the man to the first soft surface he could find and helped him sit down.
Gale’s knees snapped, crackled and popped as he moved and Astarion chuckled at this very human trait of his.
It was now nighttime, all birds had gone to bed and the sun had retreated into its unspecified hiding place.
These men loved each other a lot. And they just fucked.