[Gale feels his heart leap into his very throat as Godfrey works his way out of his trousers; he grabs hold of them just long enough to help him free and at last they are both free and unhindered. His appreciation for Godfrey's form is plain on his face, in his shuddering exhale, in the hunger of his gaze.
The moment in itself is surreal, but the heat between them is proof enough of how very real this is, keeps him present, and he cards fingers through Godfrey's champagne-colored hair as he leans in for another kiss, a low sound of approval hinting towards a growl at the back of his throat.]
You put the very stars to shame, dear heart.
[He eagerly claims Godfrey's lips once more as he blindly takes hold of him, fingers curling around his cock, firm enough not to tease when he knows just how badly they have both been deprived, and he lets out a soft moan that is swallowed up in the kiss between them as his fingertips become acquainted with the heated silk of Godfrey's skin, the weight of his eagerness hard and heavy against his palm.]
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The moment in itself is surreal, but the heat between them is proof enough of how very real this is, keeps him present, and he cards fingers through Godfrey's champagne-colored hair as he leans in for another kiss, a low sound of approval hinting towards a growl at the back of his throat.]
You put the very stars to shame, dear heart.
[He eagerly claims Godfrey's lips once more as he blindly takes hold of him, fingers curling around his cock, firm enough not to tease when he knows just how badly they have both been deprived, and he lets out a soft moan that is swallowed up in the kiss between them as his fingertips become acquainted with the heated silk of Godfrey's skin, the weight of his eagerness hard and heavy against his palm.]