Thanks for the tag @87000beesinapersonsuit
So, this draft scene is after a lovely tea party with Sune, Sharess, Tymora and Milil; hosted by Gale and Moonshadow (Vesper) in Gale's divine realm of Axiom's Reach in the gardens.
Things have been heating up the entire tea party, which was mainly for catching up with friends (Moonshadow and Sune are best friends), but quickly turned into Moonshadow shyly struggling to get through it (he's in heat lol) knowing full well what comes after it, with Sharess taking note of the barely contained desire between the divine couple.
Oh, Sharess is absolutely thrilled.
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CW: Prelude to Divine Lovemaking, Foreplay
The great doors boomed shut, the sound echoing in the vast chamber like a heartbeat. Vesper stood at the base of the dais, watching his Once-Wizard ascend the seven steps with a deliberate, predatory grace that made his breath catch.
His husband had changed during the garden partyānot physically, but in some subtle way that Vesper couldn't quite name. The warm, gentle god who had comforted a frightened child, who had walked through gardens with him hand in hand, who had blushed at Sharess' teasingāthat Gale was still present. But beneath him, coiled and waiting, was something else. Something hungry.
Gale reached the top of the dais and turned, settling onto his Throne of Zeal with ease. His shirt was still open from earlier, revealing the silver skin of his hairy chest that accentuated every muscle and the faint pulse of the Orb scar. His silver eyes, when they found Vesper, were dark with promise.
"Well, my heart?" His voice was low, husky, the tone that made Vesper's knees weak. "You spent the entire afternoon burning for me. I felt it through our bondāevery stolen glance, every heated thought, every moment you imagined what we would do once we were finally alone." He leaned back, one hand resting on the arm of the throne, the other patting his thigh in invitation. "Come here. Show me what you imagined."
Vesper didn't need to be told twice.
He climbed the steps, his eyes never leaving Gale's. Each step brought him closer to that heat, that hunger, that need that mirrored his own. By the time he reached the top, he was tremblingānot with fear, but with the sheer force of want.
Gale's hand caught his wrist, pulling him close. Vesper went willingly, settling onto his lap, straddling those powerful thighs. The position was intimate, vulnerable, perfect. He could feel the heat of Gale's body through their clothes, could see the pulse jumping in his throat, could smell the familiar scent of ozone and parchment and him.
"There you are," Gale murmured, his hands settling on Vesper's hips. His thumbs traced slow circles, sending shivers up Vesper's spine. "There's my bold consort, who spent all afternoon making polite conversation while thinking about riding me on my throne."
Vesper's cheeks flushed. "You felt that desire?"
"Oh, this daft fool. I just told you. Or have you forgotten that our very souls are wed? I feel everything you feel." Gale's voice was warm with satisfaction. "Every spike of desire. Every flash of fantasy. Every moment you imagined my hands on you, my mouth on you, myā" He leaned closer, his lips brushing Vesper's ear. "ācock inside you."
Vesper whimpered. He couldn't help it. The words, the tone, the sheer possessive heat in Gale's voiceāit undid him completely.
"I know." Gale's hands slid up his sides, pushing his coat off his shoulders. The garment fell to the floor with a soft thump. "I know what you need. I've always known." His fingers found the fastenings of Vesper's shirt, working them open with practiced efficiency. "You need to feel claimed. Owned. Taken. You need to remember that you're mine, and I'm yours, and nothingānothing in all the cosmosāwill ever change that."
Vesper's shirt joined his coat on the floor. Gale's hands roamed his bare chest, fingers finding nipples that hardened at the touch. Vesper arched into the contact, a moan escaping him.
"Yes," he breathed. "Yes, pleaseā"
"Please what?" Gale's thumbs circled, pressed, made Vesper's vision blur. "Tell me what you want, my heart. Use your words. I want to hear you say it."
Vesper's breath came in short gasps. "I wantāI want to ride you. Here. On your throne. I want to feel you inside me while you watch me take what's mine."
Gale's eyes flared. "Yours?"
"Mine." Vesper's hands found Gale's chest, fingers tracing the Orb scar. "You are mine."
Gale's smile was radiant.
"Yes." He captured Vesper's lips in a kiss that was hungry, desperate, full of years of longing. When they broke apart, both breathing hard, he reached for the fastenings of his own trousers. "Then take what's yours, my heart.Ā Claim me on the seat of my realm."
