[ Wet, internal contours quiver against the firm head of his cock as Godfrey's voice buzzes around him. His head draws back up its length, lips over wet skin, pale gold hair falling before his eyes as Gale's fingers aimlessly shift through. He watches in thick silence each movement, every shift, his mouth draws from him. The raw wanting in him - the effort it takes to restrain it, to keep from pressing his hips to Godfrey's nose and the back of his throat to his cock, to push himself as far down his throat as he could reach.
Godfrey takes a hard breath through his nose and, wrapping his hands gently around its girth, lowers himself once again. He passes the tender underside of his hard dick over his tongue, leading him slowly back down his neck, his fingers following closely the trajectory of his mouth. His other hand braces softly against his hip as Godfrey finds something approaching a rhythm; his head bobs up and down in his lap, already heading down once the head of his cock nearly breaches his lips.
The thump of his heartbeat between his legs grows more and more incessant with each spit-slick pass of his hand over his shaft, with each gagging pull of the back of his throat around his hard dick as he swallows him back. ]
[It is positively sinful, the way Godfrey pulls him deeper into wet heat, the slide of his tongue soft as velvet; the squeeze of his throat wrings another obscene noise from Gale's own, tugging against his hair as he fights to keep himself still. The muscles of his abdomen are pulled taut at this angle, fluttering beneath Godfrey's efforts, the paladin's hand against his hip only just managing to keep him grounded as his tongue laves against the most sensitive part of him, muting the involuntary buck of his hips that particular attention causes.
It's almost too much; the steady rhythm Godfrey has struck, the way his hands never leave him untended for even a moment, following in the wake of debaucherous lips and tongue, the way Godfrey so eagerly swallows him back, the effort betrayed by the soft gagging that Gale feels vibrating against his cock, and oh, even that is so much better than he had expected. His thighs tremble, his breath coming short— gods, if they wanted this night to last, it was going to be a challenge, but there is nothing that could get him to tell Godfrey to slow his efforts now.
He only vaguely recognizes the sounds that are pulled from him now, distant enough that they sound to him like someone else entirely, his fingers curling tighter into Godfrey's hair as he takes the side of his lover's face and bites at his own lower lip, a vain effort to stifle himself that's met with middling success.]
I don't— I don't know that I can last—
[The warning is gasped rather than spoken, the last words swallowed down as another swallow pulls at the head of his cock and threatens to wring him out entirely.]
Edited (I posted it by accident oops) 2025-03-03 05:39 (UTC)
[ Godfrey has no such fear of the fate of the evening; the incessant thud of his pulse between his thighs tells him exactly what to do.
It had been no secret, how long the pair of them had gone without a lover's touch - that both had thought their prior partners would be their last forays into romance. Each fleeting pass of his fingers is an agony, and even those more innocent touches flare through him. Were they to make this a night to remember, a night which lingered to allow sufficient expression instead of burning white-hot for a few sparing moments, there would need to be some relieving.
This is the only way Godfrey knows how - Vladimir's preferred order of operations. And Godfrey hadn't realized how he had missed it until hard cock had been slid down his throat.
He hears Gale, of course; he is all he will hear. Godfrey hears the plaintive, gasping note of his voice, the desperation. The thought that, perhaps, the night might not withstand this first climax. He glances up with a fluttering, holding his gaze in his own. Thoroughly undaunted by the prospect as he, slowly, descends again, his throat shuddering around the rock-firm head of his warm dick. Godfrey shifts his hips to show himself plainly; his own thick and engorged cock, standing with all firmness against his abdomen. Twitching with each sound his mouth earns from him as he continues; forming his tongue to the sensitive head of his dick, focusing his efforts where he's most tender, his gaze sliding back down to his work as he bobs, shorter and quicker. ]
[He could swear his heart stops beating in the moment that Godfrey locks eyes with him. That alone is near enough to make him come entirely undone, the pulsing arcane light where the orb had marked him glowing brighter still. Godfrey's gaze drops as he redoubles his efforts, focused, dedicated, and Gale's head drops back as a vocal sigh leaves him, a brief moment of calm before Godfrey's tongue rapidly pushes him towards the edge, each stroke and bob sharp and short and absolutely exquisite.]
Godfrey—
[That warning tone remains, but gives way to an impassioned, wordless cry, the sound of sweet release as Godfrey's efforts push Gale past his peak. He feels himself unravel, complete and overwhelming, and he is unable to resist the roll of his hips as he spends himself in Godfrey's mouth, spilling over his talented tongue as lets out a sound he scarcely even recognizes as his own voice.]
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[ Wet, internal contours quiver against the firm head of his cock as Godfrey's voice buzzes around him. His head draws back up its length, lips over wet skin, pale gold hair falling before his eyes as Gale's fingers aimlessly shift through. He watches in thick silence each movement, every shift, his mouth draws from him. The raw wanting in him - the effort it takes to restrain it, to keep from pressing his hips to Godfrey's nose and the back of his throat to his cock, to push himself as far down his throat as he could reach.
Godfrey takes a hard breath through his nose and, wrapping his hands gently around its girth, lowers himself once again. He passes the tender underside of his hard dick over his tongue, leading him slowly back down his neck, his fingers following closely the trajectory of his mouth. His other hand braces softly against his hip as Godfrey finds something approaching a rhythm; his head bobs up and down in his lap, already heading down once the head of his cock nearly breaches his lips.
The thump of his heartbeat between his legs grows more and more incessant with each spit-slick pass of his hand over his shaft, with each gagging pull of the back of his throat around his hard dick as he swallows him back. ]
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It's almost too much; the steady rhythm Godfrey has struck, the way his hands never leave him untended for even a moment, following in the wake of debaucherous lips and tongue, the way Godfrey so eagerly swallows him back, the effort betrayed by the soft gagging that Gale feels vibrating against his cock, and oh, even that is so much better than he had expected. His thighs tremble, his breath coming short— gods, if they wanted this night to last, it was going to be a challenge, but there is nothing that could get him to tell Godfrey to slow his efforts now.
He only vaguely recognizes the sounds that are pulled from him now, distant enough that they sound to him like someone else entirely, his fingers curling tighter into Godfrey's hair as he takes the side of his lover's face and bites at his own lower lip, a vain effort to stifle himself that's met with middling success.]
I don't— I don't know that I can last—
[The warning is gasped rather than spoken, the last words swallowed down as another swallow pulls at the head of his cock and threatens to wring him out entirely.]
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It had been no secret, how long the pair of them had gone without a lover's touch - that both had thought their prior partners would be their last forays into romance. Each fleeting pass of his fingers is an agony, and even those more innocent touches flare through him. Were they to make this a night to remember, a night which lingered to allow sufficient expression instead of burning white-hot for a few sparing moments, there would need to be some relieving.
This is the only way Godfrey knows how - Vladimir's preferred order of operations. And Godfrey hadn't realized how he had missed it until hard cock had been slid down his throat.
He hears Gale, of course; he is all he will hear. Godfrey hears the plaintive, gasping note of his voice, the desperation. The thought that, perhaps, the night might not withstand this first climax. He glances up with a fluttering, holding his gaze in his own. Thoroughly undaunted by the prospect as he, slowly, descends again, his throat shuddering around the rock-firm head of his warm dick. Godfrey shifts his hips to show himself plainly; his own thick and engorged cock, standing with all firmness against his abdomen. Twitching with each sound his mouth earns from him as he continues; forming his tongue to the sensitive head of his dick, focusing his efforts where he's most tender, his gaze sliding back down to his work as he bobs, shorter and quicker. ]
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Godfrey—
[That warning tone remains, but gives way to an impassioned, wordless cry, the sound of sweet release as Godfrey's efforts push Gale past his peak. He feels himself unravel, complete and overwhelming, and he is unable to resist the roll of his hips as he spends himself in Godfrey's mouth, spilling over his talented tongue as lets out a sound he scarcely even recognizes as his own voice.]
Gods above—