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gale has a horribly embarrassing secret.
not the ticking time bomb in his chest, the fact that he could blow up half of the chionthar in a millisecond. rather, his affinity for being... kicked in his nether regions.
the only one he had ever confided in about this was mystra, and she thought it was funny more than anything. she used it as a humiliation ritual rather than a display of mutual trust, not even mentioning the fact that her concept of aftercare was entirely nonexistent. not that he had any partners after the breakup, but he decided he would never tell anyone about it again. gale saw it as a way that someone could have the upper hand in the relationship, to take his control away and strip him of his confidence. he wasn't sure he'd ever actually enjoy it again, leaving the desire unfed and forgotten.
that was, until you came along. you and your unending kindness, comforting presence, and unfairly attractive form. you had done so much for gale, accepting him into your camp, feeding his illness, and not judging him in the slightest for his sordid past. not only that, but you mind blasted him with images of you wanting to kiss him breathless. how could he have possibly said no to you?
this led to many nights together involving tea and chatting, sometimes ending with swapping spit but never further. not until gale's orb was stabilized, that night the two of you were a mess of limbs, sweat, and other fluids until sunrise. ever since then gale has felt conflicted.
he knows he can trust you, of course he can. he knows that logically you'd never judge him for his kinks, even if you don't share them, but that doesn't erase the memories from mystra. the pain of putting his heart into the hands of the one he loved and having it be crushed and used against him isn't something that goes away with just time.
the next time you have sex with the wizard, he seems like he needs something you can't give him. he gets so close to the edge and has a desperate look in his eye, but he never reaches his peak or asks anything more of you. this doesn't sit right with you, so you stop in the middle of the act, draped on top of him and sweaty. the sudden stop makes him whine quietly and look to you for either an explanation or for you to continue. instead, you press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and move a hand to hold his cheek.
"babe, what is it?" your voice was soft and concerned, and gale seemed confused about your actions and concern. "what do you mean? nothing is wrong, you're incredible." while the genuine compliment made your cheeks a little pinker, that didn't answer your question. you pulled back and hovered over him, looking him in the eye. "you're not all the way here. what're you thinking about?" again, gale seemed surprised but moreso at the fact that you could tell.
gale scrambled for an answer, debating with himself in microseconds on whether he should lie or be honest. his first instinct is to lie, protect himself and this relationship from becoming anything like his relationship with mystra. "it's nothing, really. we can continue on," he started to stall, but you interrupted. "gale. it's not nothing, i can see it's bothering you." the mage had to pause. the worried look on your eye and the gentle way you cradle his cheek is breaking his walls down far faster than he expected. the two of you have had your lives in eachother's hands and neither of you had let the other down once. you'd never turn out like mystra in any way. he can trust you. he can trust you with this.
"i... i want you to kick me."
"like... in the-"
"yes."
both of your faces were beet red in record time, gale averting his eyes in embarrassment while your own were locked on him. all gale could see out of the corner of his eye was that surprise was etched on your face, anxiety and regret filling his chest. your silence was deafening and every second you took to compose yourself felt like an hour. eventually your hand on his cheek gently patted the heated skin. "look at me, my love."
and so he did. gale forced himself to meet your eyes, and his breath left his lungs at the sight. the look in your eyes was unbelievably seductive, your pupils dilated wide with want and your eyes heavily lidded. you looked at him like you wanted to eat him. in contrast, when you spoke again your voice was warm and caring, full of love and desire. "you don't have to be embarrassed. i would be absolutely delighted to indulge you, if that's what you want me to do."
gale was quiet for a few moments, debating on whether he should take the risk or stay in his comfort zone. on one hand, the memories in his bones are screaming for him to say no, to prevent the disaster that happened before. on the other hand, the thought of you fulfilling his fantasies was... exciting, to say the least. finally, the wizard spoke up in an uncharacteristically quiet murmur, averting his eyes again. "I'd like to try it with you. though i can't lie and say i'm not nervous."
even though gale is unbearably adorable when he's flustered and embarrassed like this, you'd never dream of taking advantage of it. he's putting a lot of trust in you to even agree to try and he's able to admit he's nervous. even if you don't know the details, it's easy to sense that he's had a bad experience with this kink in the past. you're dead set on making this as comfortable at possible for him.
instead of responding verbally, you gently guide both of your naked bodies so gale is kneeling in front of you, looking up at you with unsure but excited eyes. "we'll work our way up, yeah? I'll start soft and if you want harder, let me know." bending over slightly you run a hand through his soft, greying locks appreciatively, admiring the beautiful man on his knees before you, putting his heart in your hands.
you start with as gentle of a hit as you can muster, just barely harder than a nudge and even though it wasn't much, it started gale's descent into subspace. his hairy thighs tensed with both the instinct to close his legs and as a reaction to the pleasure. "how's that?" you asked, and besides his soft breath, gale was quiet for another moment to collect his thoughts. the pleasure and relief was outweighing his anxieties, even if they weren't entirely wiped away. he could feel his dick twitch as a request for more, and he decided to grant it.
"harder, please." gale's voice was softer but more confident, and also noticably more desperate. he looked up at you again and his pupils seemed to dilate when they met yours. "don't be so gentle with me, i won't break."
good fucking god. how could you possibly say no to that? swallowing a moan, you reared your ankle and kicked his crotch with more force, causing gale to hunch over and grab your calf with a low moan. even though his grip on your leg wasn't enough that you couldn't break free, you didn't move it. instead you used the top of your foot to softly caress his balls and the base of his cock. his hips seemed to start with a mind of their own, rocking in tandem with your movements and chasing the pleasure. he rested his forehead on your thigh to catch his breath and you took the opportunity to ask again, "how was that?" to which he responded with a small, sheepish laugh. "I've seen your strength against our foes, i know you can hit much harder than that." his voice was softer still, letting himself fall into subspace and slowly giving you control.
so, you obliged and kicked him even harder. this time he fully clung to your leg, his pelvis chasing the top of your foot to keep the pressure where he wanted it most. a higher pitched moan left him, breaths coming out in pants as he tried to form words through the haze of pleasure. "like that, again, please," he breathed out against your thigh, placing a kiss to the skin before releasing his hold on your leg. once freed, you reared your leg and kicked with the same amount of force again and again, bookmarking it in your mind as the golden number.
gale's moans became higher, louder, and whinier as you continued, his cock leaking precum onto your shin. his balls were turning a pretty shade of pink underneath the coarse hair to match the red tip of his swollen dick. after one particular kick he clung to your leg again and began moving his hips back and forth purposefully. you ran your hand through his hair, guiding his head back to look up at you and the sight was nothing less than divine. glassy, blown out and half lidded eyes, lips parted and swollen, cheeks flushed and he looked at you like you were a god in the flesh. his hips didn't stop, if anything they sped up when his eyes met yours and you started talking so sweetly. "you're so beautiful, how did i get so lucky?" the praise made him whine and buck a little harder into your leg, but you continued and asked, "can you cum like this?"
gale responded with a long groan and nodded as much as he could with how you held his head. "close," was all he could manage, the pleasure robbing him of his normally verbose tendencies. words were replaced with pants and whines, hips rocking wildly and trapping his cock between his belly and your shin. "let me see you cum, my love." you drawled, moving your hand from his hair to hold his chin firmly in place.
hearing you say those words in that voice sent him flying over the edge, fingertips digging into your thigh and calf. the wizard tried to bury his face into your thigh to muffle his sounds and hide his expressions, but your hand prevented him from doing so. you wanted to see his eyes roll back from pleasure, see his eyebrows furrow and his mouth open as he makes the most lovely noises you've ever heard in your life. warm cum shot onto your leg and started to run down, lubricating his motions as he rode out his orgasm and tried to catch his breath.
"was that good?"
as soon as he gained half a mind and enough air to answer, he looked up at you like you asked him if two plus two equals four. "are you kidding? that was... i am at a loss for words, honestly." with a small sheepish laugh, he releases his grip on your leg, instead caressing your thigh reverently as he placed small kisses to the skin.
"thank you. that was so much more than you could know."