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Gale rubbed his face tiredly. He leaned back in his desk chair and pulled the reading glasses off his nose to deposit them on the stack of papers piled like a tower of thick bricks.
The professor did not have any classes today. The work day was dedicated to grading, planning and tutoring. He glanced at the clock on the wall; his next student would be arriving in about fifteen minutes for their lesson.
Gale’s mind buzzed with activity even in his sedentary state. It flitted back and forth with a mental list running a mile long. He skimmed this list with his eyes closed and fingers pressed to his face.
A thick pair of fingers running down his nape. A gentle scratch of claws digging in before pulling and crashing lips to lips.
The thought of Devour floated easily to the surface. Gale let the memory envelope him completely.
He thought of the way Dev had fucked him last night. How he had been man handled until Devour was spooning him, fondling all around and gripping his throat as the dragonborn whispered things that made present Gale shudder in his seat.
The professor suddenly missed his newly wed husband quite terribly. He squeezed his legs together and cleared his throat. A piece of parchment paper was pulled towards himself and he scrawled a few notes on it. In a flowing script he wrote: Market. And followed it up with a list of ingredients and a bottle of wine.
He had decided it an hour ago and had only just now realized. Gale would come home from work and cook Devour an incredible meal. He would watch his husband eat in the over zealous way he always did and Gale would spend the rest of the night making sure Devour knew how much his dutiful husband was hopelessly and utterly in love with him. If said activity ended with Gale being plowed into the sofa until he couldn’t walk then so be it.
Gale smiled to himself and wrote down the last few ingredients plus a couple extra grocery items.
There was a soft knock at his classroom door.
“Ah, yes come in!” He called without looking up as the student entered fully. “I was just trying to remember an old recipe. Do you enjoy cooking?”
“Oh, a bit.” The student smiled and ducked under the strap of their satchel as they took it off their shoulder. “Only when i’m cooking for someone else.”
“Aha!” Gale beamed. “A most excellent answer my young friend. Please, sit.”
“Will you please sit still, Tara?” Devour put his hands on his hips indignantly. “Truly, you are the most stubborn creature.”
“Hmph. Says the definition of the word, master Dekarios.” The tressym squirmed on the counter for a few seconds more before relenting and finally letting the dragonborn take a gentle hold of her paw.
“Thank you.” Dev hummed. “I promise this won’t hurt. It’ll only be-“
Devour yanked the thorn out of Tara’s paw quickly in the middle of speaking. The cat hissed and reeled backwards, her wings spreading out angrily.
“Okay, alright I’m sorry.” Dev smiled proudly. “Look. It’s out.”
Tara growled lowly at the large dragon. She held her paw limply in the air close to her chest and flapped her wings twice. The tressym slid off the counter and flew up and out the window to escape to her perch outside.
Devour sighed and nodded his head. She would come around later and thank him in her own way.
The dragonborn was left by himself in the tower. His tower. Their tower. He sighed again and let his hands slide along the counter of the kitchen as he paced towards the window.
Married life was treating the couple extremely well. Devour and Gale were happier than they had ever been before in one another’s arms… but a feeling had started to take root inside Dev’s chest. He was beginning to feel useless. Gale went off to work. He was respected by his community, enjoyed his work and found a new purpose to catapult him forward in their new life.
Devour had started learning about woodworking. He stayed at home without goal or ambition. He was learning the gossip from their neighbors about the entire cities population. He was getting soft on Gale’s cooking.
Gale had reminded him countless times that this was perfectly fine. He had lived a long and hard life. A bit of rest would not be the end of it.
Dev tapped his claws on the end of the counter. He looked down and then up at the sea outside the window. It was a calm day and what waves there were lapped gently against the vast expanse of water.
His thoughts drifted to Gale and his body, almost automatically, turned to bring himself up the stairs to their bedroom.
He thought of Gale gasping in his ear as he arched into his hand, the pulse in his neck thrumming under Devour’s hold. He thought of the way Gale babbled when his cock was inside him; his eyes rolled back in his head and cheeks shining red as he talked endlessly like a fucked out doll.
Dev huffed and gripped himself through his pants. He lifted one knee up onto the bed.
Another feeling, that he had been doing his best to ignore, rose in his chest. At even the slightest mention of it in his mind Devour felt his fingers skitter and his heart thump harder. He ran his hand up and down his thigh nervously.
The image of Gale leaning back on him and repeating over and over how much he loved him floated to Devour’s mind. The dragonborn closed his eyes and swallowed thickly. He leaned over and reached under the bed to grope around until he found what he wanted.
A thick dildo was pulled out of a small rucksack they used from time to time. The newlyweds were admittedly insatiable with each other. They explored and tried all kinds of new and exciting scenarios. Devour ran his thumb up the base of the toy and blinked down at it.
He had been working up the courage to ask Gale to fuck him.
The thought surfaced once more and Dev’s knees shook. His cock twitched with need and he dipped himself onto the bed. He slowly pulled the trousers off himself, taking his time to school his nerves as he undid his own laces.
It wasn’t that he thought Gale would be opposed. His partner had in fact offered multiple times and it was Dev that had refused. Citing that he didn’t usually and wasn’t feeling like it or something quick in the moment to excuse himself.
Dev thumbed open the well used bottle of lube and coated his fingers. He let his hand linger down his body and hooked it under his leg.
It wasn’t true. Dev suspected Gale knew this as well, but he was too good and too loving to press him on it.
Devour curled his finger into himself and sighed a shuddering breath. He grabbed his cock and pumped himself shallowly as his digit slid languidly inside.
Dev didn’t know if it was his own contorted and cruel idea of masculinity (that he never expected of others but held himself to in a crushing grip) or his fear of being seen as anything other than commanding and strong and…
Dev pressed two fingers inside himself. He rocked his hips down and moaned softly, pressing his head to the side and jamming it into Gale’s pillow. Gale’s scent filled his nose and he imagined it was his husband’s fingers filling him. Telling him how he looked. How he sounded. What a whore he was.
Devour’s hips canted and he groaned into the plush fabric.
He was afraid of his own feelings. The openness and vulnerability. The honesty of admitting he wanted Gale to fuck him until he cried. Of picturing his large body being folded and to have a wash of perfect nothingness fill his mind as he was used for whatever Gale pleased.
Dev scrambled to grab the dildo. He coated it messily with lube and with shaking fingers pressed it into himself.
“Ah-“ He gasped and writhed as the thick toy stretched him with a twinge of pain. His other hand closed around his cock and Devour’s eyes rolled in his head as he ground down. “F-fuck.”
Unbeknownst to Dev was that his husband had been watching him from the doorway. Gale stepped to the side so he was slightly hidden and palmed himself through his pants as he watched, completely enraptured. He had gotten home early and wished to surprise Dev. What a wonderful sight Gale was being treated to instead.
Devour fucked himself almost desperately with his dildo. He was wriggling and keening in bed, making noises Gale had never heard from his dragonborn. It made the wizard harder than he thought he’d ever been before. Dev was so consumed by his own pleasure that he missed Gale groaning softly and doubling over to stroke himself in earnest along with him. A hand was quickly shoved into loose pants.
“Oh fuck- Gale-“ Devour whimpered, and Gale was worried for a moment that he was caught. But Devour had his head buried in his pillow and was otherwise gone to his surroundings. His fist was a blur on his cock as he slammed the dildo into himself. His toes curled and he lifted his hips in the air with a whine.
Gale did not want to interrupt. He knew his husband would be mortified. There were certain things Dev still held behind a sturdy wall even with Gale. He had promised Gale it wasn’t on purpose. That he was learning and unlearning much from their time together. Gale understood this. Just as Dev did with him. Right now Devour needed a slow ease like being lowered into hot water, not the shock and embarrassment of discovery. If Gale was discovered now Dev would never speak to him of it again.
Gale could hear Devour’s pitch shift upwards as he breathed raggedly and whined.
Gods, Devour sounded like he’d never been touched before. Like they weren’t fucking every night. It made Gale’s entire body shake with need. He wanted to fuck Devour more than he ever had. If he could string out those beautiful, whorish, sounds from his usually composed partner, he’d give this to Dev every night until the sun exploded.
“Gh-!“ Devour seized up and Gale decided to quickly turn himself away and descend the stairs.
He listened as Dev moaned and cried behind him but restrained himself from doubling back and watching.
Gale wanted to experience it for himself.
Devour was awoken to a dip in the bed and a soft hand brushing against the side of his face. He hummed and craned his head upwards towards the hand and blinked slowly.
“Hello, my love.” Gale smiled at him and sat down on the mattress. He leaned over and rested himself on his arm over Dev’s chest.
Devour hummed and wrapped his hand around Gale’s wrist.
“Hullo… M’ sorry,” Dev yawned, “didn’t mean to sleep so long. What time is it anyway?”
“Well right now is dinner time.” Gale raised his one hand. “But, don’t fret. It is not as late as you might think. I was able to come home a bit early today. A little less so as I stopped at the market.”
“Mm! And what is my talented husband creating?” Devour moved to sit up a bit with Gale. He wrapped one of his claws around a lock of Gale’s hair like he so often did. He spun the strand around his finger idly and took in the sight of him.
Gale was already in a different set of clothes from work. He wore a loose cotton shirt that exposed his chest just enough that Dev could see his thick down of hair there. Devour always commented that it made Gale look like the cover of a raunchy novel.
To which Gale would always ask how he knew such things.
“Yet another surprise for you.” Gale beamed and shrugged himself off the bed to stand beside it. “But I dare say you will be quite pleased. I’ll be down setting the table.”
Devour let him go after kissing him a few times and grabbing him around the waste until Gale pushed on his chest and wagged a finger at him.
Dev sighed and stretched out in bed. It was a good thing he cleaned himself up and put the dildo away before passing out. He had put it away hadn’t he? He must’ve… it wasn’t here with him now.
Dev was currently living up to his name as he inhailed the food on his plate. He nodded his head as he listened to Gale talk about his work day and made small remarks here and there. Dev noted how once and a while Gale would grab his arm or his hand or even his knee from where he sat next to him with a small smile. His mage was particularly handsy this evening.
“Devour, gods help me,” Gale grabbed his husband’s arm that was not stuffing his face, “these mages don’t even have a proper spellbook.”
The professor spoke more than he ate and the two lapsed into their usual routine of Gale talking and Devour stealing his food at supper time.
The once fighter, once champion and now stay at home husband, felt truly happy in these moments. Where Gale’s wonderful cooking and even better presence beside him filled him with such a state of true and blissful happiness that any feelings of restlessness or uselessness fled from his mind all together.
Devour went to get up and grab another helping of food, when Gale’s hand took hold of his wrist and held him there.
“I had a thought that perhaps tonight you should stick with just the one helping.” Gale hummed.
Devour’s brow shot up and he laughed.
“Oh? And why is that? Growing too soft?” He settled back in his seat, curious at Gale’s remark.
His husband balked at him and shook his head back and forth.
“My dear, you could never. Perish the thought.” He took a bite of his own plate of food and left Dev waiting while he swallowed. Gale smiled and in it Dev could see the beginnings of his mind turning. The tell tale signs of a plan flitting across his expression. Dev wondered what he might be in for this time.
“I thought,” Gale stated, “that after dinner we could take our evening walk by the water and then we could spend the rest of the evening with each other. If you see my meaning.”
Gale leaned on one arm and with the other took hold of the bottom of his wine glass. He smiled again. It was gentle and so overwhelming with love that Dev wanted very much to seize his face in his claws.
“Is that so?” Dev hummed playfully. He took another long sip from his own glass of wine. “I’m to assume my husband had something in mind for tonight then?”
“Most astute of you.” Gale nodded his head slowly.
“It must be something special if you’re spoiling me with such good food, strong wine and a romantic evening.” Dev smiled and put down his glass. “What is it then, my light? You know you could have anything of me.”
He was not looking at Gale for a moment. But when he had finished speaking and looked over, his mouth slowly closed and he raised his head more seriously. Gale was looking at him in way that made Dev squirm in his seat.
His husbands eyes were half lidded, as if the barely touched glass of wine had already gone to his head, and his gaze raked slowly across all of the dragonborn’s form. It lingered on his hand holding his glass and then slid slowly up Dev’s solid arms all the way to his face.
Gale shifted his seat and leaned forward. They were already touching legs where they sat but now Gale slotted his knee on the outside of Devour’s. He placed his hand on this knee. His fingers held onto him and he raked his palm slowly but firmly upwards.
Devour shivered, watching him with rapt attention.
“Gale?” He heard himself say. A small smile flitted across his face and he laughed to drive away the butterflies he felt. “To hell with that walk if you really want me t-“
“Will you let me fuck you tonight, Devour?” Gale’s thumb dug softly into the flesh of Dev’s thigh.
Devour jerked. Both of his legs twitched and his tail suddenly held itself still behind him. He looked at Gale with wide eyes.
“What?”
“I believe you heard me.” Gale smiled. “I want to top you tonight.”
“Top me-“ Dev laughed breathlessly, acting like he couldn’t believe it. He looked away, feeling his face getting warm. He thanked heaven he was incapable of blushing.
Gale didn’t say anything at first. He simply moved closer and encroached Devour’s space.
“May I sit on your lap, Dev?”
“Hah- course.” Dev stuttered, nodding stiffly.
He backed his seat up to make room for him as Gale wrapped one leg around him and then the other. Gale lowered himself slowly, wrapping his arms around Devour’s neck. He pressed himself down on Dev’s lap and the dragonborn instinctually placed his hands on his hips. This time he felt like he was scrabbling onto an anchor in the middle of the sea rather than the usual grounding hold he exuded.
“Would that be alright with you?” Gale repeated his question. “We could do it however you wanted, my love. Whatever would make you most comfortable. We would take it slow and make sure nothing was painful for you. However,”
At this Gale slid his hands down until they pressed into Devour’s chest where his heart thundered like he was in a dead sprint. Gale leaned forward and pressed his body up against Devour, making him gasp as their crotches rubbed on one another. Gale kissed at the side of Devour’s head and hummed a thoughtful noise there.
“I don’t think that’s going to be an issue. What with the impressive size of that dildo you use.” Gale smiled a hidden thing that Dev could not see with his position.
The dragonborn’s body betrayed him. It shuddered all over and made his head bend forwards with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment.
“H-how could you possibly know…” Dev’s mouth was dry.
“I did say I came home early, husband mine.”
Devour’s mouth opened. He felt an electric hot jolt of shame course through him and he squirmed his head away. A lip was caught between teeth and fingers trembled on Gale’s hips that slowly rocked in Dev’s lap.
“You’re already hard. You don’t have to hide from me, Dev.” Gale’s voice was warm and genuine. He kissed Devour’s neck slowly and rubbed his hands in soft circles over his chest.
“Gale.” Devour’s voice was almost a moan and he bit his breath back at the sound of it.
“Be honest with me, Devour.” Gale encouraged gently, though his voice was firm. “Do you want this?”
“Yes.” Devour admitted, quicker than he thought he would. His chest sagged and his head dipped forward. He nodded once and then again. A noise bubbled in the back of his throat that he barely suppressed. “Yes, Gale.”
“Very good, Dev. Well done.”
Devour whimpered and pressed his head into the crook of Gale’s shoulder. Gale wrapped his arms around Devour’s head and stroked the spikes along his nape gently.
“I have a revision to our evening plans, my dear. If you’ll permit it.” Gale hummed into Dev.
Devour grunted, lost in the feeling of Gale slowly grinding against him. He urged him forward, guiding his hips with his hands.
“Before we go for our evening walk and I whisk you away to our bedroom, I’m going to get on my knees right here and suck your cock.”
Devour made a choking noise as his whole body jerked.
“How does that sound?”
Devour replied by seizing Gale’s face and kissing him fiercely.