#bg3pride2026

Red • Life

Fashion, babyyy!

Orange • Healing

Beach Episode

Ace Spectrum

Kisses!

Yellow • Sunlight

Lesbian

Green • Nature

Pansexual/Romantic

Drag!

Body Diversity

Blue • Harmony/Serenity

Enby Umbrella

Purple • Spirit

Polyamory (Ethical/Consensual Non-Monogamous Umbrella)

Pink • Sexuality

Neurodivergent Pride!

Turquoise • Magic & Art

Trans

Summer Solstice

Disability Pride!

Bisexual/Romantic

(Chosen) Family

MLM (Gay/Homosexual/Romantic)

Commitment/Wedding

Cultural Pride!

Party! (Pride Walk)

Heroes!

The bedroom was warm with candlelight and magic, all soft gold and rose-colored shimmer. A vase of pink roses stood among the books on Gale’s bedside table.

And Gale was trying very hard to be dignified about being ravished.

It was a noble effort. Unconvincing, but noble.

Gale looked so lovely beneath him, flushed and breathless with one hand twisted in the sheets and the other trembling on Elenion’s hip. His hair had come loose from its careful tie, his lips parted around every unsteady breath.

Elenion was inside him, moving slowly enough to be cruel. He could feel Gale shiver around his cock, feel every desperate lift of his hips as he tried to take him deeper. It never took long to reduce him to broken gasps, helpless little pleas, and Elenion's name.

Making a man so eloquent forget how words worked was, Elenion thought, one of his finest achievements.

"There you are," he murmured, brushing his thumb along Gale’s jaw. "You’re being so good for me."

Gale’s eyes fluttered, his breath catching in a way that made Elenion's smile sharpen.

Elenion caught his chin between two fingers and tipped his face up. "You were saying something earlier, professor. About needing to finish your reading?"

Gale looked up at him, dark-eyed and dazed. "I believe," he said, "that I have been persuaded to revise my schedule."

"How responsible of you."

"Entirely. I am nothing if not disciplined."

Elenion rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, and Gale’s next word dissolved into a sound that wasn't disciplined in the slightest. His cock twitched against his stomach, betraying him completely.

"Mm. A model of restraint."

Gale opened his mouth, no doubt to object to that assessment. Elenion kissed him before he could speak, smiling against his lips. Then he drove into him again, just to watch his composure break.

It did, beautifully. Whatever clever reply Gale had gathered dissolved into a broken gasp against Elenion’s mouth as his fingers dug into his hip.

Gale's grip slipped a moment later, catching the corner of a book and sending the whole precarious stack sliding from the bedside table.

Elenion barely glanced down.

Then he froze.

The top volume had landed cover-up. There, illuminated in soft rose-gold light like some divine punishment, was the title: Volo’s Guide to Monsters.

For one silent, terrible second, Elenion could only stare.

Gods, he hated that man. Of all the indignities he'd suffered during the Absolute crisis, having to rescue Volo and briefly endure his company remained uniquely insulting.

"Absolutely not," he murmured. "I will not have that man haunting my bedroom."

Gale made a strangled sound, his mouth twitching helplessly.

"Don't you dare laugh," Elenion said.

"I am not," Gale said, with spectacular dishonesty.

The laugh escaped Elenion instead. It broke out before he could stop it, bright and helpless and entirely too loud, too sudden for him to shape into something prettier. Worse, it caught at the end in a soft, ridiculous little snort.

The heat in his face changed at once.

His smile vanished. His chest tightened, every warm inch of him suddenly braced as if the night itself might split open around them.

Which was absurd. This was Gale. He knew Gale loved him, knew he wanted him, as surely as he knew his own name.

And yet, one ridiculous sound had been enough to turn his blood cold.

Apparently, some part of him still believed he always had to stay graceful. Effortless. Never let the performance falter. Never let the one beneath him remember that seduction was only another act, and the dazzling thing above them only a person.

Even when it was his husband looking up at him.

"Len."

Gale’s voice was gentle enough to make something in him ache.

"You have not ruined anything, dearest."

Elenion swallowed.

Gale hadn't always been able to meet imperfection so calmly. Months ago, the first time he had taken Elenion beneath him, one wrong angle had made him go still. Terror flooded his face as he began apologizing before Elenion could even tell him it was okay. Elenion had kissed the apology from his lips, guided him, and laughed softly when they finally found their rhythm again.

And Gale had remembered.

Now Gale’s hands settled carefully against him, one at his shoulder and the other at the curve of his back, as if to keep him there.

"We can stop," he said. "Or we can continue. But we are not surrendering the evening to Volo unless that is truly your wish."

Elenion almost laughed again. Then he finally let himself meet his gaze.

Gale was still flushed, still breathless, still looking at him with unmistakable want. His hands were gentle and steady, warm against his skin.

Elenion let out a soft exhale.

Gale’s mouth curved into a grin, both wicked and fond at once. "For the record, I thought that was adorable."

Elenion’s breath caught, heat rushing back into his face for an entirely different reason.

Gale’s grin widened.

That was a mistake.

"You're going to regret that," Elenion said, voice low again despite the blush still coloring his cheeks.

"Being honest?" Gale said.

"Calling me adorable while I am trying to ruin you."

"I would argue those are not mutually exclusive."

Elenion narrowed his eyes. He caught one of Gale’s wrists and drew his hand down from his shoulder, pressing it into the mattress beside Gale's head.

"Apologize."

Gale blinked up at him with mock innocence. "Very well," he said. "I apologize for calling you adorable while you were attempting to ravish me. It was tactically unwise, though factually sound."

Elenion stared at him.

"That was not an apology."

"It was the closest I could come without lying."

Elenion tried to kiss the laugh away. It escaped against Gale’s mouth anyway, warm and breathless at the edges.

This time, he didn't fight it. He let himself laugh while want remained bright in Gale’s eyes, unchanged by the sound.

He took Gale's other wrist and pinned it down. Gale’s body clenched around him, and Elenion’s smile sharpened.

"Then be good and keep your hands where I put them," he murmured. "And we’ll see how adorable you find me when you’re begging."

Gale smiled up at him, flushed, delighted, and entirely unrepentant. "I suspect," he said, "that I shall find you adorable throughout."

Elenion's grip tightened on Gale's wrists. He thrust into him hard enough to turn Gale’s next breath into a gasp.

"Wrong answer, sweetheart."

My pride month fics have pretty much all had some kind of focus on the ways Elenion has grown and changed through his relationship with Gale. So, my very first idea for the "sexuality" prompt was to write something related to the baggage he has around feeling like he needs to be flawlessly seductive even during sex, and how that instinct might still come out even when he's with Gale... and then I thought it'd be fun to make it about these two having to recover from something silly happening in the middle of sex. And now, here we are: the only time I've ever brought up Elenion's intense hatred of Volo in a fic and it was as an excuse to make him snort-laugh while he's inside of Gale. 💗