[There is no elegance in the way Gale hurriedly kicks his way out of his trousers and briefs, helped along by Godfrey's previous efforts— he already longs for the other man to grab hold of him again, for the heated press of lips and tongues. He kneels between Godfrey's legs and crosses his arms to take hold of the front of his tunic, pulling it up and over his head as his beloved does the same with his own, tossing it aside to land unceremoniously among the books and cushions within his tent, revealing a smattering of dark hair over his surprisingly toned chest. The mark left behind by the netherese orb has begun to glow with as that eager anticipation grows, soft rather than blinding as his heart races beneath it.
Just as Godfrey emerges from his own shirt and looks down to find Gale already hard and wanting, the wizard feels his breath knocked out of him all at once as he looks upon him in turn. It's hardly the first time he's seen Godfrey without his shirt; considering their circumstances, it was impossible not to catch the occasional glimpse when it came to tending to wounds or bathing in the river, but it had never been like this.
He exhales steadily, a smile pulling at his lips as he rakes his gaze over that expanse of well-defined muscle, the evidence of years upon years of training and dedication, enhanced rather than marred by the littering of scars.]
Aren't you a sight.
[He leans forward to cup Godfrey's face in his hand before drawing his touch down along the curve of his neck, over the broad plane of his pectoral, letting out a soft groan of approval as he pulls close again and leans in for a slow and deliberate kiss of his own, seeking out the slide of Godfrey's tongue against his own.]
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Just as Godfrey emerges from his own shirt and looks down to find Gale already hard and wanting, the wizard feels his breath knocked out of him all at once as he looks upon him in turn. It's hardly the first time he's seen Godfrey without his shirt; considering their circumstances, it was impossible not to catch the occasional glimpse when it came to tending to wounds or bathing in the river, but it had never been like this.
He exhales steadily, a smile pulling at his lips as he rakes his gaze over that expanse of well-defined muscle, the evidence of years upon years of training and dedication, enhanced rather than marred by the littering of scars.]
Aren't you a sight.
[He leans forward to cup Godfrey's face in his hand before drawing his touch down along the curve of his neck, over the broad plane of his pectoral, letting out a soft groan of approval as he pulls close again and leans in for a slow and deliberate kiss of his own, seeking out the slide of Godfrey's tongue against his own.]