[ Godfrey had indeed seen Gale unclothed before. He has seen his limbs and chest bare. He has felt his skin warm below his hands.
But these moments had always come with other things. The heavy scent of blood in his nose, for instance. The knowledge of pain. The screaming clamour of a battle. The remaining sizzle of magic electrifying the air. Dryness in his mouth and desperation in his heart as he tries to ignore the pain and death all around him.
He hadn't had the luxury of admiring how the thin light of nighttime catches in the musculature of his firm chest. Godfrey hadn't been able to see that pale violet glow flashing in his hungry eyes. He'd not been able to think on running his fingers through that downy brown chest hair - not while he could see it, and not while entertaining the thought while knowing that he could.
And there was certainly one thing in this situation he had not seen.
Godfrey exhales softly as his eyes rest on his manhood, hot-blooded and just as turgid as his own. He wonders how long it's been so and feels a small, disbelieving thrill down his spine, his trousers pulling tight around his pelvis.
Gale's palm against his face - hardly warm anymore, for the flush in his cheek. Godfrey glances up to him, lips gently parted, and feels his touch brush against his strong neck, his fingers following his gaze along his strong chest. Godfrey's lashes flutter, and awestruck, he moves his own hangs up Gale's hard chest, running fingers through that smattering of dark hair. Feeling it between his fingers.
He loses track of where his hands are once Gale leans down fully for a kiss, pressing his body against his. Godfrey knows all he needs to; Gale is in his arms, and he feels warmth beneath his hands, and he tastes his tongue. He sighs harshly against his lips and feels his fingers dig firm into his skin. ]
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But these moments had always come with other things. The heavy scent of blood in his nose, for instance. The knowledge of pain. The screaming clamour of a battle. The remaining sizzle of magic electrifying the air. Dryness in his mouth and desperation in his heart as he tries to ignore the pain and death all around him.
He hadn't had the luxury of admiring how the thin light of nighttime catches in the musculature of his firm chest. Godfrey hadn't been able to see that pale violet glow flashing in his hungry eyes. He'd not been able to think on running his fingers through that downy brown chest hair - not while he could see it, and not while entertaining the thought while knowing that he could.
And there was certainly one thing in this situation he had not seen.
Godfrey exhales softly as his eyes rest on his manhood, hot-blooded and just as turgid as his own. He wonders how long it's been so and feels a small, disbelieving thrill down his spine, his trousers pulling tight around his pelvis.
Gale's palm against his face - hardly warm anymore, for the flush in his cheek. Godfrey glances up to him, lips gently parted, and feels his touch brush against his strong neck, his fingers following his gaze along his strong chest. Godfrey's lashes flutter, and awestruck, he moves his own hangs up Gale's hard chest, running fingers through that smattering of dark hair. Feeling it between his fingers.
He loses track of where his hands are once Gale leans down fully for a kiss, pressing his body against his. Godfrey knows all he needs to; Gale is in his arms, and he feels warmth beneath his hands, and he tastes his tongue. He sighs harshly against his lips and feels his fingers dig firm into his skin. ]