#primalweave

Gale wakes slowly. Coming to warm and comfortable, wrapped safely against Rin. The big lythari lays on his back, one arm slung possessively around Gale to squeeze him close and the other sprawled beside him.

He lets out a small, content sigh and nuzzles his face against Rin's chest - until the chest below him rumbles with a loud sound. And not his usual growly-sound. Definitely a snore.

He lifts his head up enough to prop himself up on one elbow, watching the lythari sleep soundly. Gale’s gaze drifts over Rin's relaxed face, taking in the way his features soften in his sleep.

Rin’s mouth hangs open, jaw slack, and his chest rises and falls with steady, snoring breaths. Gale can't help but chuckle. He smiles fondly down at the sleeping lythari. How Rin can be so utterly unbothered sleeping on his back practically in the dirt is beyond him. Gale needs a thick bedroll and a half dozen pillows to try making sleeping in these tents work. But Rin could hardly care if he were in a tent at all.

Gale reaches out a hand, gently running the tips of his fingers along the sharp line of Rin's jaw, tracing the smooth, warm skin down the curve of his throat.

Rin's face moves in his sleep - reacting to the too-soft touch by pulling lips up and haphazardly showing teeth. Gale snorts, trying to muffle a laugh behind his hand as he watches Rin's face scrunch up. Any possible menace is undercut by the snoring.

"You are utterly ridiculous," Gale murmurs with an affectionate whisper. "Even when you're asleep."

His fingers move lower, tracing the line of Rin's collarbone. Gale’s touch moves, unhurried, as he savors the soft morning hour. He fingers glide almost lazily, tracing nonsense shapes and somatic designs along Rin's skin as if his lover is some kind of canvas for him to explore.

The wizard’s gaze brims with a soft affection and loving curiosity as he traces the edge of Rin's shoulder. Every now and then, his gaze flicks up to Rin's snoring face - watching the way his love rests peaceful and unbothered.

A small smirk pulks at Gale’s lips when the snoring changes.

Rin grumbles sleepily - lips moving with meaningless mumbles. His free hand scratches at his chest before laying lax against his stomach. Mouth finally closed, the snoring stops in favor of steady breaths through his nose.

Gale huffs out another amused breath. He continues his idle tracing, his gaze shifting lower and lower, following the curve of Rin's collarbone, slowly making his way down.

"Hmm. So peaceful when you're asleep." He muses softly, his tone almost teasing. Gale’s hand splays over Rin's stomach, feeling the firm muscles beneath. “It’s a nice contrast,” Gale teases with a grin.

Rin takes a deep inhale, limbs stretching and shifting like he might be waking. But instead he rolls onto his side, wrapping both arms around Gale and pulling him snuggly against his chest. Gale lets out a huff in surprise as Rin squeezes him against his chest like he’s no more than a teddy bear.

The lythari curls himself around the smaller man, snuggling Gale close as he settles once more with a long sigh.

For a brief moment, Gale is ready to grouse and struggle. But the annoyance quickly dissolves into a fond, exasperated little sigh - knowing Rin wants him close is enough to have butterflies rioting in his chest.

"Someone's clingy."

But despite his teasing, Gale curls against Rin in kind, seeking the warmth and comfort the lythari always seems to emanate. Rin rumbles a low purr like sound, a not inconsiderable amount of his weight sagging against Gale as he hitches a heavy leg over Gale’s.

Gale oomfs - but can't help the fond little snort that follow as Rin clings to him like an oversized, sleepy limpet. The extra weight doesn't really bother him - in fact, he finds it surprisingly comfortable. Like a weighted blanket made entirely of lythari muscle and warmth.

"Gods. Can barely breathe with you pressed against me like this." He mutters, though his voice lacks any real irritation. "But I suppose it's not entirely unpleasant."

Rin lies warm against Gale, breathing steady and chest vibrating with a soft purring. His grip is somehow both firm and limp - keeping Gale tucked close even as he sleeps.

Gale doesn't try to extricate himself - he knows how futile that tends to be. Instead, he finds himself leaning closer, pressing tight against Rin's chest. He listens as the lythari purrs softly, the deep vibration sending shivers through his own body.

“Even in this form you’re just a big dog, aren’t you?” Gale laughs softly to himself. “A giant, hot, clingy dog. Just missing the tail.”

It’s soothing, being nestled in Rin’s warmth first thing in the morning. Camp is still quiet, little going on outside beyond the soft stirrings of songbirds and wind in the trees. It’s easy to doze against Rin’s chest. Lulled into not-quite sleep by the rhythmic sounds of the lythari’s body. Heart and breath, contented purr…

Gale lets out a long sigh of contentment as he settles further into Rin’s embrace. No rush to get up, after all.

Rin responds to the soft sound by nuzzling the top of Gale's head, burying his nose into his hair. The lythari shifts slightly, pulling Gale's legs closer with his own. The motion brings their hips flush - nothing between them but Rin's trousers.

The fabric of which strains over the lythari's morning wood.

Gale can feel the growing bulge against his hip, and he lets out a low hum against Rin's shoulder, lips quirking up. His own body responds reflexively to the feeling, heat already starting to pool in his core as he presses against Rin.

"Hmm. Looks like someone's a bit eager this morning..." Gale murmurs with an amused lilt. He slowly trails his hand down Rin's side and over the curve of his hip.

Rin breathes in a long inhale that fills his diaphragm before sighing it back out into Gale’s hair as a sleepy "Hmmm?"

Gale chuckles quietly at Rin's confused hum, his fingers tracing lower and lower down the lythari's body until they hover just above the waistband of Rin's pants. He tips his head back to watch Rin as he starts to come to.

"Good morning to you too..." Gale purrs.

He waits just a moment, letting his touch ghost teasingly over the dark hair that trails beneath Rin’s trousers. Before finally dipping his hand beneath the waistband.

"Morni-nghh-"

Rin sleepy greeting breaks around a breathy groan as Gale's fingers caress over the sensitive skin of his straining length. His hips shift reflexively with a breathless gasp to press himself into Gale's palm as the rest of his body tries to catch up into wakefulness.

Gale smirks with a satisfied hum - thoroughly enjoying the sleepy ranger’s reaction. His fingers wrap firmly around Rin's length, lazily stroking up and down as he watches the slow realization of wakefulness flicker across his face.

"Sleep well?" He teases with a husky whisper.

Rin exhales another shaky moan, eyes fluttering open to look down at Gale and his touch. Gale smiles as Rin's eyes meet his, a mischievous gleam in his gaze as he continues to lazily stroke the lythari's length.

"Fuck-" he gasps. "Yes-"

"Mmm." Gale hums in delighted response. Hand working, he shifts to press a little closer, closing what little distance remained between them so he can to brush his lips against Rin’s sensitive ear. "Good. Because I have many thoughts about how I want to wake you up this morning."

Rin rumbles another low moan. His gaze flickering between Gale's hand beneath his pants and his face. That cheeky little smirk of Gale’s sends heat roaring through him.

"Is this... revenge?" The lythari mumbles, trying to process as his brain struggles to wake as much as his body.

Gale laughs softly as he watches Rin's struggle to stay awake and coherent - his flickering gaze is utterly adorable.

"Revenge?" Gale asks with a growing grin. He feigns innocence, but his teasing hand starts stroking a little slower. His voice drops to a husky purr, “Now why would I be taking revenge? Can't I just want to give you a nice wake-up call?"

"Cause you're cheeky- nngh!" Rin hisses a breath through his teeth as Gale's thumb rubs over his tip and teases his slit.

"Cheeky?" Gale echoes, his tone playfully offended despite his amused grin. "That's a harsh word. I prefer... playful. Or maybe teasing. Or, if we want to be really specific, I would call myself more of a...trouble maker."

As he speaks, his hand continues to tease, stroking a little slower and paying extra attention to the sensitive tip.

"Thanks for the- mm- Common lesson- ah-" Rin can barely manage a reply.

Gale laughs softly, delighting in the way his touch interrupts the lythari's words with moans and gasps.

"You're awfully talkative this morning." Gale teases, his hand continuing it's slow, lazy pace. "I don't know if I even want you to talk. Maybe I'll just keep you like this - all needy and whining with no more words..."

Rin’s hips jerk slightly and he bows forward against Gale, gripping onto him as he growls with pleasure. "I did promise...etunash- whatever you want this time..."

"Mm... I remember." Gale murmurs in response, a low hum of satisfaction in his voice.

Gale takes his sweet time stroking the lythari's length. Deliberately prolonging as he alternates speeds between glacial and slow.

"Gods-" Rin gasps. Rin can't decide if that promise was a horrible mistake...or if he's ever been more frustrated to have pants on.

"I think... I want to make a bit of a mess out of you, first."

Gale's grin only widens at Rin's reaction - noting the way the lythari’s brow furrows as he looks at Gale’s hand moving beneath his pants. Coming to the same conclusion about the offending fabric, Gale slowly withdraws his hand.

The wizard makes a soft noise of mock annoyance, shaking his head slightly.

"These need to go." Gale’s fingers dancing along the waistband of Rin's trousers before plucking them with thumb and forefinger.

Rin nods, panting softly as he catches his breath. They'd be off already if Rin's arm wasn't trapped underneath the wizard.

Gale feels a tug of desire at Rin’s hasty response - thoroughly enjoying how eager the man is. He chuckles, and with a lazy smirk, he shifts in the lythari's grip and pushes himself up onto his knees. Gale’s hands urge Rin to roll fully onto his back, and then he turns and hooks a leg over to straddle Rin's thighs.

"Lift your hips for me," Gale commands softly, and Rin is quick to capitulate and allow Gale to tug Rin’s trousers down and off. His gaze rakes hungrily over Rin - bare, strong, eager. Awake.

"There we go." A pleased hum leaves Gale's lips at the sight. So obedient and eager to please. Gale doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of the sight of Rin beneath him like this.

Rin rumbles a hungry growl in response, gaze catching on Gale's own eager excitement as the wizard hovers over him. His hands find Gale's hips and gently urge him forward.

Gale doesn't need much encouragement, already shifting to obey Rin's silent command. He settles over the lythari’s lap with a soft exhale, his fingers running possessively up Rin's chest as he leans down to capture his lips in a slow and lazy kiss.

"You're impatient this morning," Gale murmurs against his lips.

Rin's chest hums with a deep growl as they kiss. His hands smooth up and down over Gale's hips and sides, long fingers swiping idle circuits over his skin.

When they part again for air, he murmurs huskily, "You would be too, if woken this way..."

Gale lets out a breathless laugh, his own fingers tracing idle patterns on the lythari’s chest as he considers him for a moment. He leans in again to brush their lips together in another slow and teasing kiss.

"Mmm, I would," Gale murmurs in agreement, finally letting his hips roll down against Rin with deliberate slowness. "But you get the pleasure of dealing with my teasing."

Gale casts a simple cantrip with a flick of his fingers, greasing his hand and applying it to both of them with a drawn out stroking that makes Rin moan and his own length throb.

Then with a soft and wicked hum of pleasure, Gale rocks forward and rolls his hips in lazy, slow circles against Rin's. Rin groans softly as their erections slide against each other - the friction sending sparks up his spine. He does his best to hold back the urge to just take and let Gale dictate as he pleases.

Gale can't help the smirk that curves his lips as he Rin grows noisier. relishing in the way the lythari's body tenses and twitches in response to the friction. He can see the way Rin’s arms spasm with muscles tensing and relaxing as he forces himself to limit himself to holding onto Gale and not doing anything more.

"You're being awfully patient, considering you usually just grab what you want." Gale’s voice is hushed and heavy with need -though the playful edge remains. Those green eyes, dark with desire, slide up from admiring Gale’s body grinding against his.

"Sleepy," Rin returns sarcastically with a snarky grin.

Gale gives an amused snort and shoots the lythari a mock-glare.

"And here I was hoping for you to get all aggressive," Gale says, the corners of his lips tugging up into a sly smile. Tipping forward to support his weight on his hands to get a little more leverage to rolls his hips against Rin's just right.

But before he can get in much movement, Rin huffs a laugh in return, giving Gale a sharp, amused grin.

"Yeah?" Rin growls and his arms snake around Gale, tugging him down and playfully squeezing him closer. Holding Gale in place he presses rough kisses along Gale's temple and down his jaw, playfully murmuring in growling tones between each press of his lips, "You want the big bad wolf?"

Gale can't help the little shiver that runs down his spine as Rin's words wash over him, his eyes fluttering shut as the lythari's warm lips brush against his skin. He tips his head to expose more of his neck to Rin's greedy mouth.

"Mmm, yes." Gale agrees in a near whisper, his voice growing huskier as he presses his hips down again. "I want the big, bad wolf."

Rin chuckles, kissing his way down Gale's neck. He pauses to playfully nip at his skin.

"Good thing you're in just the right place," he returns huskily. Rin rolls his hips up to meet Gale's as they slide and grind together - tender and affectionate despite their playful words.

Gale lets out a low, content moan as Rin's teeth scrape against his skin. His fingers dig into the lythari’s shoulders as he rolls his hips in sync with Rin’s, their bodies moving together in a slow and heated rhythm.

"Mmm. Good thing indeed," Gale murmurs breathlessly. "Not that I'd ever be anywhere else..."

There’s the slightest pause before Rin growls a low rumbling moan and their movements sync. The friction between them escalates, the tent filling with the sounds of their heavy breaths and soft pleasures.

"I wouldn't let you go..." Rin answers in a heated whisper. Raw need and desire giving way to something more vulnerable. His grip tightens on Gale's sides, encouraging his movements. "Won’t. Not ever."

Gale shivers once more - the possessive, needy promise in the lythari’s voice stokes the flames growing hotter in his core.

Gale knows Rin means more than just this moment. Just their relationship. That fervent, impassioned claim is a plea as much as it is a promise. Rin won’t let Gale go- won’t let him give up or sacrifice himself. Won’t let brain or man or god take Gale from him.

The wizard gasps sharply, nails digging into Rin's shoulders as he grinds down against the other man and they both jerk at the feeling as tension coils tighter.

"Good.” He replies between gasping breaths, raising a hand to cup Rin’s jaw. “I'm not going anywhere..."

And Gale means it. He doesn’t deserve to die. To leave Rin behind.

"You're mine. And I'm yours. Always."

"Always..." Rin agrees in a low, breathless rumble.

Gale gasps again, his hips rolling a little harder as he shivers at the possessive tone of Rin's voice. He leans down and captures the lythari's mouth in a needy kiss, his arms moving from Rin's shoulders to wrap around his neck, his fingers tangling loosely in the lythari's hair.

When they part with shallow, shared breaths he murmurs a promise against Rin's lips.

"All yours. And don't you forget it."

Rin rumbles back a heady growl, the primal nature within responding possessively to Gale's willing commitment. The blown depths of his eyes grow darker.

"Mine..." Rin growls softly, "Always..."

Rin captures his lips in another heated kiss. Their mouths moving languid and clumsy against each other as their hips grow more fervent.

"As I am yours..." Rin promises, before capturing Gale’s lips once more.

Gale moans softly against Rin's mouth, a shudder running through him. His hands tighten in Rin’s hair as his hips start moving with less control as pleasure begins to overtake him.

"Gods-" Gale moans when they finally part for air, chest heaving against Rin’s. "I love you... So much..."

"I love you too, vhenan," Rin returns in a breathless husk. He moans a low, rumbling exhale as they both start to grow desperate.

Rin's grip on Gale's hips tightens, starting to guide his movements more deliberately as the lythari starts to grind up against him more quickly. Escalating the sensations for both of them.

"Oh, yes, by the weave-" Gale moans, head tipping back as he lets Rin guide their movements. He gives up control, letting his love lead him. And his body eagerly follows, falling into rhythm as natural as breathing.

His fingers tighten in Rin's hair as his whole body starts to tense from the pleasure building in his core, threatening to overwhelm him.

"Close-" Gale gasps out the word, voice thick with raw need. "Please..."

Rin's head thrashes slightly as his own body grows heated and overwhelmed in kind with the pleasure the friction between them brings. He answers Gale's soft plea with a rough growl and pistoning of his hips.

Gale lets out a sharp cry at Rin's sudden movement, the pleasure tearing through him like wildfire. His body goes taut as he arches into the lythari’s touch, pleasure crashing over him in a white-hot wave as his climax hits him full force.

"Fuck! Rin-!" He cries out desperately, nails digging into Rin's shoulders as he spills between them.

Rin follows with a snarl, painting the space between them with their spend. He slows their movements, easing them through the aftershocks with gentle thrusts. Until they're both boneless and languid, panting together.

Gale slumps against Rin’s chest with a shuddering sigh, still breathing hard as he struggles to regain some semblance of coherence. His arms wrap loosely around the lythari as he nuzzles into his neck, pressing lazy kisses there between breaths.

"Mm... What a perfect way to start the day." Gale murmurs, voice thick and drowsy with satisfaction. He’s only just able to convince his arm to lift for a quick Prestidigitation to wipe them clean.

"You sound ready for it to be over as well," Rin teases softly, chuckling. His hands rub soothing circuits up and down Gale's back, enjoying the feel of his soft skin.

Gale huffs out an exhausted laugh against Rin's neck, slapping his chest lightly with no real force behind it. He nestles closer into the lythari's embrace, relaxing with a slow sigh. Perfectly content to just stay like this for the foreseeable future.

"Let me have five minutes of peace before you start acting like a smartass." He grumbles with a lazy grin.

Rin laughs louder, his shoulders shaking. Gale can feel the laughter rumbling in Rin's chest, and he scoffs with mock annoyance.

"Just can't help yourself, can you? I can't even get five minutes of quiet with you." He’s to tired to lift his head and give Rin the glare he deserves. But the corners of his lips give away the fondness beneath his feigned irritation.

“Never,” Rin answers with a grin, pulling Gale in for another languid kiss.

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Rin takes a quiet walk across camp, prowling in his sleek black lupine form. Once. Twice. Thrice he laps his own tent as he wanders camp, listening to the nocturnal sounds of his companions when he passes close to their tents.

Even his own familiars are asleep, much to his disgruntled grumbling.

Trying to settle his restless nerves. Or at least shake off some of the energy keeping him awake.

It does little to help.

It's on that third pass the Rin picks up a hint of sound from inside Gale's tent. His ears perk and he moves closer - it's faint, but Rin can hear the wizard moving. A steady rhythm of rustling fabrics.

And his curiosity drives him to further investigate. The sound of soft panting breaths, low grunts. An elevated heart rate. And subtle through the tent fabric - a distinct scent of arousal.

Rin's lips curl with a rakish grin and a soft growl rumbles in his chest as he approaches his lover's tent.

Rin pokes his large muzzle into Gale's tent, nosing his way under the fabric. It’s a typical mages tent - a mess with gadgets and bobs and books.

But the real delight is the man who owns the tent.

Gale is laid face down on his bedroll atop a haphazard pile of blankets and pillows. Nude, his face buried in one pillow with a arm braced beside him and the other hidden between the pillow and his waist. His glutes flex and his skin glistens slightly as he ruts into the pillow.

Rin’s grin grows as he takes in the scandalous - enticing - scene. His large body lays down outside the tent, leaving only his head poking under the flap. Restless frustration forgotten, his tail swishes quickly behind him as he watches.

Gale, hearing the none too-subtle sound of Rin’s tail brushing the dirt outside his tent back and forth, sits up in alarm. He looks to the rumpled tent flap and spots the large lupine head poking in under the bottom and his face immediately flushes bright red.

"Rin!" Gale whisper shouts, almost indignant if he weren’t so mortified. He scrambles to grab a pillow and cover himself - hunching in on himself awkwardly where he kneels among his bedding.

Rin chuffs a low sound in greeting, ears high and lips parted in a lupine grin.

Gale throws another pillow at the snickering muzzle before it can retreat. But it never does. Rin takes the blow, then shifts to lay his snout on the pillow and stare expectantly up at Gale.

Gale is frozen, still clutching the pillow tightly to his waist as he stares at Rin, flabbergasted. Rin can see the way his heart pounds in his throat and he struggles to maintain that eye contact.

"My dear, I- uhm-" he clears his throat and adjusts himself in an attempt to preserve a modicum of dignity. "Could you perhaps... Not stare quite so intently? Or at the very least change into a less... predatory form?"

Rin indulges his request, shifting in a blaze of gold into his elven form and fully entering Gale's tent, sitting on the pillow thrown at him. He wears only his casual trousers and a roguish grin, loose hair sliding over his shoulders.

"I don't imagine my gaze is any less predatory like this," Rin rumbles back, eyes dark as they rake over Gale's form.

Gale's face somehow gets even more red under Rin’s lascivious gaze. His own gaze trails over Rin's body, drinking in every detail - and it does little to cool the heat pooled beneath the pillow in his grasp. He keeps the pillow firmly against his lap as he watches Rin move closer.

Gale backs up slowly on his knees (much to their protest) and Rin prowls forward in kind - unable to resist the siren song of his lover's scent or the way Gale practically invites him closer.

The wizard swallows thickly, suddenly feeling warmer than before.

"I admit, your stare isn’t any less predatorial," Gale manages in a low murmur, "But it certainly is less innocent."

"Is it too much?" Rin murmurs huskily as he gets close enough to touch. And even though he knows how Gale will answer, he still asks, "Do you want me to go?"

"No, no, no!" Gale rushes out. He sits (or falls) backward, pressing back against his bedding as Rin crowds forward into his space. His voice grows low - thin with a desperate hunger. "Don't you dare go."

Rin rumbles a low growl and Gale’s pupils dilate, making Rin smirk with approval at the way Gale responds to his very presence. The lythari leans over Gale, not yet touching, but close enough to share breath and causing Gale’s to hitch.

"Thinking about something interesting before I joined you, fenor?"

"I- uh-" he stammers, completely flustered. His grip on the pillow tightens as he averts his gaze from Rin's piercing green eyes. In a small voice, he admits, "I... might have been thinking about you."

Oh, Rin loves when he can fluster the usually unflappable wizard. And this is an unparalleled delight.

"Me?" He feigns surprise. Rin's grin widens, enough to show those long canines. His head tips slightly to move closer, murmuring near his ear, "I'm honored. Just what were you thinking?"

Gale’s grip on the pillow grows tight enough to white his knuckles. Rin's low purr in his ear only spreads the flush of his face down his neck and a small, shaky breath escapes his lips.

"I was- uh-" He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing before he finally manages to speak, ".. imagining something."

The lythari finally reaches one hand forward, but only snares a lock of Gale's hair with one hooked finger.

"Mm? Care to share...?" Rin’s voice is smooth and dark as sin - not quite growl but not quite murmur.

Another shiver runs through Gale as the lythari twirls a lock of his hair, the low, smooth, almost sultry roll of voice washing over him. He bites his bottom lip, trying to suppress the sounds threatening to escape.

"I was... imaging your hands."

"What about..." Rin rewards his honesty by sliding that hooked finger down from his hair to his shoulder. Running just one finger tip over the bare plane of his collarbone. His green gaze follows the clawed finger, before it flits up to look at Gale through dark lashes. "...my hands?"

Goosebumps raise in the wake of Rin's finger as it travels on. A shiver runs up Gale's spine, and a soft shaky breath escapes from his lips. He has to bite back a whine - hyper-aware of Rin's gaze watching his every reaction. The rakish grin shows the lythari is absolutely enjoying every second of this torment.

"They're- they're large."

Rin huffs a soft laugh, lips pulling into that characteristic smirk.

"I suppose," Rin muses. He places his palm flat against Gale's chest, pretending to scrutinize it thoughtfully. "Comparatively."

The warm feeling of Rin's palm on his chest makes his heart stutter. The orb beneath his skin glows, pulsating with the rhythm of his heart. The touch is so incredibly gentle, yet it lights up his entire body. Every nerve ending seems to come alive as his skin heats.

He tries to maintain eye contact, but he's finding it increasingly difficult to keep his gaze steady and not let it wander down to the lythari's shirtless body instead.

"And you were just thinking about...size?" Rin's gaze flits up to Gale's once more. Dark. Hungry Curious.

Gale's breath hitches when Rin looks up at him. He wants to look away, to hide his face in embarrassment. But the restless need of his desire finds him unable to break eye contact.

"N-no," he admits after a pause. His voice is barely above a whisper as the words slip from his mouth. "I was thinking about your hands on me..."

The lythari hums a low, thoughtful sound. Rin shifts his weight onto his knees, bracketing Gale's legs. And then he places his second hand on Gale, slotting into place on his side and fitting his fingers into the notches of his ribs. Gale lets out a soft whine, muffled by how hard he bites down on his bottom lip.

"Like this...?" He prompts in a low murmur, arching one brow up.

"Y-yes," he admits in a low whisper, sounding absolutely wrecked already. Gale takes another shaky breath before continuing. "But I was also imagining them… lower."

"Hmm." Rin's eyes linger on the way Gale's teeth worry his lip - wanting nothing more than to pull that lip free - be it by finger or by mouth.

But he's eager to keep playing this game.

So, holding Gale's gaze Rin slides both hands slowly down his torso. Gale watches, transfixed, as Rin's hands travel with almost agonizing slowness - until they meet the top of the pillow Gale clutches to his lap and he pointedly stops.

Gale barely suppresses a soft gasp when Rin’s fingers brush over the tops of his hips. And Rin arches that brow again with a rakish smirk.

"Here?"

His eyes are dark as he looks up at Rin in complete desperation.

"A little... lower." Gale breathes.

"Oh, I see..." Rin murmurs with a playful twist of his lips. He hums a soft sound low in his throat as if considering.

Rin's grin widens - delighting in working Gale up with just a few soft touches. He lifts his hands, deliberately moving past the pillow pressed against Gale's hips, and going lower. A sharp breath escapes from Gale's mouth as Rin sets his hands on Gale's knees.

"Here?" Rin questions huskily, long fingers curling around Gale's thighs.

Gale practically whines in frustration, twisting the material in his fists.

"Rin-"

His breath grows erratic and he gives up on maintaining his composure. With a quick motion he tosses the pillow off to the side, revealing just how much Rin has affected him. Both before he came into the tent and since.

"You know exactly where I want them," Gale rasps.

Rin chuckles huskily, clearly pleased and amused. His eyes flit to Gale's lap and he rumbles an appreciative growl. But he doesn't let his gaze linger (though he wants too) - instead he keeps his eyes trained on Gale’s face, watching his every reaction.

"Well...I could hazard a guess," Rin murmurs with a rakish charm. Excruciatingly slowly, the lythari starts to slide his hands up the length of Gale's thighs.

Gale lets out a low, frustrated whine and his thighs involuntarily twitch at the painfully slow pace. He feels like might go insane - already falling to pieces under Rin's gaze and touch.

"Please-" he pleads, voice breathless. He's begging. Beyond caring how desperate he looks or sounds. All Gale wants right now is Rin's big, hot hands around him, touching him-

"Please what, ma'vhenan?" Rin's murmur is dark - a sinful caress of an endearment. His hands reach the tops of Gale's thighs. Rin's fingers rub slowly up and down against the sides of Gale's legs. "Tell me what you imagine my hands doing..."

Gale's breath hitches as Rin's fingers creep closer to where he needs them. His hips buck upwards, an impatient reflex trying to get a little contact. And he whimpers when they move away again.

"W-wrapping around me," Gale gasps out. His hands fist in the blankets beneath him, desperate for an anchor as Rin sends him adrift with need.

"Hmm." Rin looks to one hand, stretching the fingers as if trying to wrap them around the width of Gale's thigh. He presses his lips together in faux disappointment.

"My hands aren't quite that big," the lythari gruffs, lips curling at the corners as his gaze flits back up to Gale's.

Gale huffs out a frustrated laugh, half annoyed and half amused by Rin's teasing. He gives the lythari a desperate look that clearly says 'are you serious right now?'

"Your hands are big enough to-" Gale cuts himself off with a shaky breath before continuing. "They're more than big enough to wrap around me, you bastard."

His hips twitch up again when Rin’s hands return to his thighs, almost unconsciously seeking any kind of friction he can get.

"I'll gladly test that," Rin rumbles with a grin.

Quicker than Gale can protest, Rin's grip on his thighs tightens and he pulls sharply, dragging Gale flat onto his back and more fully beneath the lythari. Gale gasps sharply when his back hits the bedroll unexpectedly, and squawks as he’s dragged forward into the cage of Rin’s arms.

Then Rin's hands wrap firmly around Gale's hips. He hefts the wizard's hips up just far enough to press his own hips against Gale's rear - pointedly grinding against him. The feeling of Rin's own hard desire pressing against his backside through his trousers sends a jolt of pleasure through Gale’s entire body. His hands fly up to grip onto Rin's arms, needing something to hold onto.

Rin leans forward, bringing his lips close to Gale's neck with a heady growl. "I think you might be right," he practically purrs.

"Rin-" he whines out desperately, before burying his face into the lythari's shoulder. Gale mutters, "You're enjoying this far too much."

Rin rumbles a louder, satisfied growl as he finally presses his lips against Gale's skin. Gently scraping his canines over the wizard's pounding pulse and drawing a low, needy moan from his throat.

"I can't help but enjoy every breath you take," Rin replies huskily, squeezing Gale's hips and rolling his own once more. "Even if it's to curse my name."

Gale gasps, his back arching up involuntarily. His grip on the lythari's arms tightens and he can barely hold back the desperate, shaky whine trying to break through his lips.

"Y-you are an insufferable tease-"

Rin groans in reply, taking deep inhales of Gale's scent. Drowning himself in it. That need pouring from him like a desperate cry.

He wants more. Needs more.

"Tell me again," Rin growls out, "Tell me what you imagine me doing to you..."

Gale trembles under Rin's touch, the need coursing through him making it hard to think straight. He lets out a desperate whimper at the lythari’s demands.

"I-" Gale’s voice catches in his throat when Rin grinds against him again.

"Wrapping your hands around me... and stroking me until I can't take it anymore," he practically begs, his voice wrecked.

The sound of it sends a wicked heat flaring through Rin. Gods he’s perfect.

Gale's head falls back, exposing his throat fully to the predator above him. Rin can’t resist Gale’s desperate surrender. He rumbles a low, affectionate sound, pressing languid kisses down Gale's neck. Savoring every taste of skin and heat and the desperate whimpers it draws from him.

"What happens then, Gale?" He asks in a voice barely more than a rasp.

The lythari swipes his thumbs over the skin of Gale's hips, towards where he strains desperately. But not quite touching.

He wants to answer, he knows Rin wants him to, but he can barely even form a thought, let alone a sentence.

"I-" The wizard gasps as he feels Rin's touch gets ever closer, but still not close enough. "I'd-"

He cuts himself off with a strangled moan, his hips jerking involuntarily towards Rin's hands.

"Ah, ah," Rin tuts, smiling against Gale's skin.

He shushes him, holding the wizard's hips still against his own. Gale squirms under Rin's grip, unable to move his hips away from the teasing hands that refuse to touch where he needs them. His whole body shudders, begging for more contact.

"You can do it," Rin murmurs encouragingly, nipping at Gale's earlobe and drawing another whimper. "Tell me..."

"I'd-" Gale takes a shaky breath and tries again. When the words come, the confession falls free in a rushed, breathless whisper. "I'd fall apart in your hands. I wouldn't be able to think straight. I'd beg you not to stop."

Rin rumbles another ragged growl. His cock twitches and throbs where it's pressed against Gale through his trousers. And Gale feels Rin's reaction. It only makes him more desperate. He tries to push back against the lythari to get some friction, any friction to take the edge off. But Rin keeps him pinned in place.

"Do I?"

Gale whines in frustration and nods his head in reply to Rin's question. His hands grip onto the lythari's arms in a near bruising vice. Needing something to hold onto as he desperately clings to the last vestiges of his composure.

"Yes." Gale whines. "Gods, yes."

Rin grins with a wicked delight. One hand shifts at last, slowly wrapping long, slender fingers around the base of Gale's straining length. His grip is firm but not too tight and he slides his fist up from root to tip.

"All that work," Rin muses roughly as he starts to stroke Gale, "Till you can't take it anymore..."

Gale's throws his head back into the blankets with a choked sound as the first few strokes almost send him over the edge right then and there. He lets out a strangled moan and grips onto Rin's arms even harder as pleasure courses through his body.

"Yes- By the Weave- please..." he gasps out in a breathless whimper. His hips roll up into Rin's touch, desperately seeking more friction. “Please, Rin please- I- ”

Rin rumbles a low growl as he watches Gale - already so close... He keeps going, building up tension and delighting in the sounds that spill from Gale as a result.

"...And then I stop?"

His hand halts mid-stroke, pulling away to rest against his hip once more.

Gale lets out a desperate, shaky whine as Rin's hand suddenly stills. He was so close, right on the edge of release- and then he suddenly stopped. His body trembles with pent up need denied.

"Rin! Please..." Gale practically whimpers out, gazing up at his lover with wet, shimmering eyes and a desperate, pleading expression. "Don't- Don't tease me like that."

Oh, that face... what a beautiful sight.

It makes Rin want to unravel him completely. He wants more of this. More of the heady scent of Gale's arousal filling his lungs. More of those eyes looking up at him as if he's the only thing that matters in the whole world.

"I was only listening to what you said," Rin counters, his fingers rubbing idly where they rest along Gale's hips and glutes. His smile is all faux innocence covering hungry delight. "You said you'd beg me not to stop, and when I asked if I do, you said 'yes'."

Gale's body is shaking, still caught on the sharp edge of release. His breath comes in shaky gasps and he squeezes his eyes shut - barely able to think straight. All he can think about, all he can focus on, is Rin and the overwhelming need for release.

He lets out another pleading whimper and he looks up at Rin with dark, lust filled eyes.

"You- You bastard-" he gasps out as his body jerks involuntarily at just the slightest shift of Rin’s hands. "You know that’s not what I meant! Let me come - don't leave me like this-"

"I'm not going anywhere, greedy little thing," Rin murmurs back gruffly. The lythari's eyes are similarly dark as he watches Gale. His hands slide up and down Gale's sides and he leans in closer, bringing their faces millimeters apart.

He's completely at Rin's mercy. Wrecked and unable to hold back any of the desperate needy whimpers and whines. The way Rin growls sends desperate heat simmering through him. Every small touch sends sparks of pleasure through him.

"Please-" Gale whispers, broken and needy. His eyes dart from eyes to lips, to hands and back up again. Meeting the lythari’s gaze with that achingly desperate, pleading gaze. “Please, Rin… I need you.”

Gods, those eyes. He's worse than a cub.

And that wrecked voice. Rin growls, soft and hungry, stealing a kiss from Gale's quivering lips.

"Tell me what you want," Rin rumbles in return. "Let me give it to you."

Gale whines high in his throat. His entire body is on fire and trembling with need as he struggles to form words through the haze of pleasure.

"Your hand-" he gasps out, shuddering under Rin's touch when the lythari slides his hands over his skin, everywhere but where he needs. "I- I need you to finish what you started... Please, just let me come."

Rin growls low in his chest, eyes darkening further at his lover's plea.

Mercifully, his hand returns to Gale's aching length. Gale lets out a shuddering moan as Rin's hand wraps around him again, picking up right where he left off. His body arches upwards into the touch, desperate for more friction.

Holding him steady with his other hand, Rin resumes a steady pace working up and down, and crushes his lips to Gale's to swallow the needy sounds that spill free. The kiss is messy and frantic, filled with heavy breaths, as Gale grips onto Rin's arms tightly, clinging to the lythari like a lifeline.

Within seconds he's already falling apart under Rin's touch, overwhelmed with pleasure after being edged for so long. A desperate whimper is muffled against the lythari’s lips as his entire body tenses up-

"I-I'm-" he gasps against Rin’s mouth in warning.

Rin growls against Gale's mouth in return - he can't resist prolonging their rendezvous. Prolonging the excruciating ecstasy that plays out over Gale's body like a masterpiece of sensuality.

He knows it's what Gale wants. But Rin wants more.

With a greedy growl he moves his hand down to the base of Gale's length - squeezing firmly before he can find his peak. Gale's body jerks in a desperate attempt to find release - only for it to stay just out of reach.

He lets out a choked moan in protest as his body clenches - his hands fisting desperately in the bedding. But Rin won't touch him - holds him fast without the contact he needs.

"Please- nnh- No-" Gale sputters breathlessly, his voice a desperate plea. He looks to the lythari with desperate, dark eyes. “Rin!”

Gale's teetering on the precipice, ready to fall over into oblivion, but Rin makes it fall away. He whines with frustration - wrecked, completely and utterly at Rin's mercy.

Rin's own breath is short and ragged, drowning in the scent of Gale's arousal, lost in the abyss of Gale's shimmering, dark eyes.

The whining pleas and desperate gaze - the way his body trembles and shudders - it makes Rin's own need throb an angry accord of desperation.

Rin shushes him tenderly, pressing kisses across Gale’s temple and down his jaw. He's careful to avoid contacting over sensitive skin as he waits for Gale to come down before doing anything more. Even as he feels Gale throbbing in his hand.

"Poor thing… so desperate, so needy," Rin murmurs, a growl rattling beneath his breath.

Gale whimpers soft sounds as Rin continues to shower him with kisses, walking him back from that edge - refusing to push him past it.

His breathing comes in short, shuddering gasps of air and he can barely focus on anything except the way his cock throbs in time with his heart. Every touch - every kiss - is pure pleasure and pure torture at the same time.

“But so beautiful,” Rin praises, “So good. You look so good falling apart for me, fenor."

Gale lets out a broken moan at the words, tears of frustration gathering at the corner of his eyes.

"Don't- Please-… I... I can't-"

"Oh, you're capable of many things, ma'vhenan," Rin purrs against his collarbone where he kisses over his skin. Pressing a lingering kiss to that bruised mark over his breastbone. His free hand holding Gale's hips kneads soothingly at his skin. "My sweet, amazing, love..."

Gale's heart skips at the sweet words and tender affection. The mixture of pleasure, frustration, and affection are overwhelming. In this moment Gale feels unmoored.

Completely and utterly helpless, at Rin's mercy and under his control. He wishes he loved it less.

It feels like all he can do is whimper and whine and writhe underneath his touch. Reduced to a listless, noisy thing. But Rin loves him anyway.

When Rin's hand leaves his cock and Gale nearly panics.

"Rin- no! I- I can't, I need-"

Rin shushes against his skin again, holding his hips steady in his hands as he looks up at Gale through long lashes. Green eyes gleaming with hunger and promise.

"I have you, my love," the lythari murmurs huskily, kissing and licking his way down Gale's torso. "Just breathe..."

Gale takes a shaky, uneven breath as Rin continues kissing his way down his body. He desperately tries to focus on the feeling of Rin's lips against his skin and ignore the desperate, aching need that's consuming him. His entire body is trembling, his heart pounding angrily against his ribs.

Gale can't tell if he's going to scream or cry.

"Please-" *He gasps out in reply to Rin, his voice filled with need, "I can't keep going like this without- without-"

Rin's need dark eyes flit up to meet Gale's again - a hungry predator watching his prey as he tastes.

Kissing, kissing, kissing, lower and lower.

Watching.

Watching, soaking in every breath and moment, as he reaches Gale's hips.

And before Gale can utter another imploring word, Rin swallows him whole.

The sudden, overwhelming surge of pleasure is enough to make his world go blank. His head falls back against the blankets with a gasp and his body instinctively bucks up into Rin's hot mouth.

His hands desperately grip onto the blankets as if he's trying to ground himself, his eyes slamming shut with the pure bliss that washes over him.

He can't do anything, he can't think, can barely breathe-

"Rin-!!” Gale gasps.

Rin moans and growls around him, delighting in Gale's blissed out expression. He works as much of Gale into his mouth as he can, nose pressing into his stomach, sliding his tongue along the underside.

Rin grips Gale's ass tight keeping him from squirming away from his hungry mouth.

Gale can't hold back any longer. Rin’s eager tongue sends him over the edge with a sharp cry of pleasure. His hips jerk with frantic spasms as he arches off the blankets. Completely lost in overwhelming ecstasy as his orgasm is ripped from him.

His entire body shudders with aftershocks, his breath coming out in ragged pants while Rin continues to coax every last bit of pleasure from his body.

"Rin... Fuck-!" He moans feebly when it finally becomes too much to bear.

With a satisfied rumble, Rin pulls free as gently as he can. He swallows and licks his lips clean before grinning sharply down at his heart.

The purple glow of the tent from the orb and heaving of Gale's chest are a delightful cap on the spent look of his lover beneath him.

The sight of Rin licking his lips is almost enough to make Gale's body twitch with another aftershock of desire despite the blanket of heavy exhaustion that falls over him.

He looks up at Rin with a thoroughly wrecked look, still panting hard as his eyes rake over Rin's figure as if trying to burn the image into his mind.

He manages to find a small bit of coherence and gives Rin a shaky grin.

"You are... a complete arse..." Gale mumbles as his body continues to tremble.

"Mmhmm."

Rin climbs overtop of Gale, sliding his arms under the smaller man to gather him up before rolling them onto their sides. Gale shudders as Rin pulls him close, his exhausted body melting into the warmth of the lythari's embrace.

The lythari buries his nose in Gale's sweat damp hair, and rumbles a low growl of contentment. The wizard nuzzles into Rin’s chest, sighing as he feels Rin’s satisfaction rumbling against him.

After a moment, he lifts his head just enough to glance up at Rin through heavy-lidded eyes.

"You look... like you still need attention," he murmurs with a tired but playful smirk.

Rin snorts a soft laugh. Stubborn, insatiable thing.

"And you look ready to fall asleep," Rin counters with a soft grin. He runs a hand in soothing gentle strokes up and down Gale's back.

Gale nods with a soft hum in agreement, putting up no resistance and making himself comfortable curled against Rin's chest once more. The soothing motion of the lythari's hand against his back is enough to almost lull him into a deep, satisfied sleep.

But he fights the drowsiness to shoot Rin a lazy, coy grin.

"It's your fault I'm this tired,” Gale mumbles in what hardly manages to sound chastising. His fingers lazily tracing nonsensical patterns on the lythari's chest.

"Guilty," Rin agrees with a smug, lopsided grin.

A small laugh escapes from Gale at Rin's agreement and he shakes his head with mock annoyance at Rin's self-satisfaction.

"Damn right you are."

His hand trails over the planes of Rin's chest again, playing over the muscles and through the downy hair there before trailing down to the waistband of Rin's pants.

"Only fair if I take care of you now…"

Rin shivers slightly at the almost drunken slide of Gale's hand. He huffs a laugh and shakes his head.

"It can wait, fenor," Rin murmurs. He snags Gale's hand in his own, pulling it up to his face to kiss his knuckles. "You should sleep."

"That's not very fair." Gale replies with a pout. He tries to pull his hand free from Rin's, but the lythari's grip is more than strong enough to easily keep a hold on him.

Although, Gale can't really argue. His body too boneless and sated to put any real strength into the tug.

"You got your fun, it's my turn now," Gale teases with a tired grin.

Rin snorts then chuckles heartily.

"You're too cute." Rin's gaze is full of affection and adoration as he takes in Gale's stubborn attempts.

"I promise," Rin murmurs before pressing a lingering kiss to Gale's crown. "Next time. Whatever you want."

His stubborn pout falters at the words and the affectionate gesture. Gale's still too tired and satisfied to be upset at not getting his way and he softens, melting into the gentle kiss.

"Mmm... I'm holding you to that promise," he says in a sleepy voice, a lazy grin pulling at his mouth even as his eyelids droop. "And I'll have a long list."

Rin rumbles another laugh. He cards his fingers through the end of Gale's hair as he watches the wizard grow ever sleepier. His eyes finally start to drift shut with a sigh.

Exhaustion pulling at him from all sides and winning out, Gale curls closer to Rin.

"I look forward to it," Rin returns softly, brushing another kiss to his temple.

His words are slurred with sleep when he finally mumbles, "Good... 've already got ideas..."

"You always do..." Rin whispers affectionately.

Gale responds with a low content hum, snuggling closer against Rin's chest before finally growing lax, the rise and fall of his chest evening into a slow, steady rhythm.

His soothing touch continues as Rin watches Gale slip into a peaceful, sated sleep. He holds him close, purring a soft growl of contentment as he finally feels relaxed.

Funny what love will do to you.

Gale curled against his chest, looking peaceful and content, Rin's heart swells with affection. Eventually, his own restlessness eased, Rin slips into a peaceful slumber, too, curled around his beloved.

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His arm around her waist tightens a fraction - he nuzzles against her, never so close to stillness, yet never at rest either. His fingers caress listlessly. Only to touch. Feeling, and nothing more.

Miri huffs a half coherent laugh.

"What we have," she returns simply. "What is fresh. Meat, berries, fish… dried goods. Tea. Perhaps soup, if the weather is cold."

"No special food to start the day?" Gale sounds curious even as he worms his face into the nest of her hair, breathing her scent in.

"No," she returns, voice husky with sleep, "Perhaps on a holiday or festival. But not every day."

"Hmm…"

The conversation tapers as breath turns to sighs, and sighs into snores. Curiosity never needs a purpose between them. Nothing beyond the tender way that to know is to love.

Gale's mind idles on the thoughts for several days following. Their meals on the road sounded much the same as what she'd lived on for much of her life. What you can hunt, what you can forage. Simple meals that combine forageable ingredients - not much milled, given there was no farming to be had.

It's almost hard to fathom sometimes that one could have lived a life without such simple comforts as breads or pastries. Academically, sure. But imagining the experience…

Food is such a joy - and cooking for someone especially. Gale took immense pleasure in the task, even on days when it was especially hard. Perhaps those days in particular, when the success of managing to cook was worth celebrating in itself - be it for scarcity or exhaustion.

And when Gale had decided to live in defiance - when Miri had all but dragged him back from the very precipice- he also decided he would bring her with him to every joy he knew of.

So it was he started to plan their first mornings finally home in Waterdeep. There would be nothing better than falling asleep in his- their own bed, safe at last. But waking her slowly, with tender touch and soft murmurs, would be all the sweeter for the sweetness he would bring back to bed with him.

He would climb back under the covers to snuggle her close - and when she opened her eyes he would have laid out for her a feast of his own making. Fresh coffee with cream and sugar; pastries filled, glazed, and rolled; pancakes, waffles, muffins, breads, cinnamon rolls, more. And her own staples, too, of course. He would cherish adding a new joy to the experience by feeding her perfectly ripe, fresh picked berries. Perhaps from a garden they start together outside the tower. Oh, and it wouldn't be complete without meat more elaborate than she had savored till now - sausages, bacon, ham - gravies, quiches-

The possibilties were truly endless.