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The last metro train was usually fairly empty, and Gale would normally be the sole occupant of the end car, or perhaps on occasion have a fellow passenger on board. 

Recently, however, something had shifted.

A beautiful elf with stark white hair and peppermint green eyes had joined his nightly rides home across town, always sitting directly across from him. Gale was not one to stare, but he found himself enraptured, sneaking glances while trying to be discreet.

The elf’s high cheekbones and the sharp angle of his jaw gave him a regal appearance, but his demeanour and state of dress perplexed Gale. The elf always seemed to be in a dour mood and wore at least three layers of clothing despite the warm spring nights. He would stare at his phone, swiping left and right, sometimes typing out a message before returning to his default state.

Perhaps it was attraction or simply morbid curiosity that had Gale hoping for a chance to speak with the elf for the first time. When the mysterious new passenger entered and settled across from him, Gale mustered up his courage and rose out of his seat as the metro began its journey. He stood in front of the elf, holding onto the horizontal rail above, and spoke.

“Um, hello! I apologize if this seems a bit forward, but my name is Gale, and I noticed you have become a regular on this line, like I have. May I inquire about your name?” Gale asked.

Astarion, who had been nose deep in his phone with a perpetual frown, surfing through his numerous dating apps, halted his movements. Somehow, he had failed to notice the person who he always sat across from coming over and towering above him. He had a tendency to get too absorbed in his phone to pay attention to much else.

Astarion put his phone in his lap and risked a glance up…a glance that stole his breath from his lungs. The man had long brunette hair that hung loose around his head, with a perfectly manicured beard framing his handsome face. His chocolate brown eyes held Astarion’s gaze, until Astarion began a perusal of his body. The black tee hugged his athletic figure, and it rose up enough to expose the cut of his well-defined abdomen. His sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, the smallest sliver of dark hair peeking out, and Astarion found himself staring for a moment before snapping his eyes back up.

“Gale you said? It’s a pleasure. The name is Astarion.” Astarion purred, extending a hand forward. This was certainly a way to meet someone, instead of those ridiculous apps.

Gale caught the way Astarion’s eyes had trailed down his body, and tried to hide the creeping blush threatening to betray him. He met Astarion’s hand with his own and gave it a firm shake. “It’s wonderful to meet you Astarion! Would you mind if I…?” Gale gestured to the empty seat next Astarion.

Astarion grinned. While he would miss the delicious view in front of him, he was certain Gale would be an incredible furnace next to him—exactly what he needed. “Of course not. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

As they arrived at the next stop on the metro line, Gale sat down in the seat. The platform was devoid of anyone attempting to board their car as they arrived, and before long the metro was moving once more. 

Gale fidgetted nervously, losing his composure and forgetting what he wanted to say, when he felt a hand lay on top of his own. It was ice cold and caused him to recoil in shock. “By the Gods, Astarion, your hands are freezing!”

Astarion felt like a sharp barb had been launched at him. His attempt to both flirt with Gale and reassure him fell to the wayside as he pulled back. “I’m sorry. I have poor circulation and trouble regulating my body temperature.” he muttered, annoyed.

Gale mentally kicked himself for his outburst. “Apologies. We only just met and I’m already making an ass of myself.”

Astarion sighed. “It’s alright, darling. I sometimes forget myself.”

Gale felt awkward knowing he had inadvertently slighted Astarion. “I…I was actually curious about why you wore so many layers when it’s warm out. You’re layered up like an onion. Now I know why. I meant no offense before; I was just surprised.”

Astarion nodded in understanding. He hated his condition. Constantly struggling to keep warm. Even with two shirts, a sweater and jacket he found himself battling the cold. “It is a tedious thing to live with. Makes many things much more difficult.” He turned his head to face Gale. “Is that the only reason you decided to approach me tonight?”

Gale shook his head fervently. “No! I was curious about you, and seeing as we both ride the last train together, I thought I should introduce myself. Perhaps make a new friend.”

“Just a friend?” Astarion replied teasingly, observing with fascination how easily he managed to fluster Gale.

“Well–I mean– I am not one to assume or impose– I thought a simple introduction would be the best…” Gale stuttered, unsure how to respond. 

“You know, Gale… I have been looking around for some time with no luck. It may seem shocking that someone as beautiful as myself has been struggling in the dating world, but the mere mention of having a physical condition tends to turn people away.” Astarion leaned his body towards Gale, placing the tip of his finger against the top of Gale’s hand. This time, Gale did not flinch., His searching eyes remained locked with Astarion’s.

Gale gulped. Astarion was suddenly incredibly close, and while they had a measure of privacy in the train car, a station was fast approaching. “I see. That’s a shame.” Gale mumbled.

Astarion leaned further forward, trailing that finger up Gale’s exposed arms, heat radiating out of Gale and seeping through his multiple layers exactly as Astarion had predicted. “Perhaps you might be able to assist me? Help me fix that little problem?” Astarion leaned further, his lips brushing the shell of Gale’s ear which had the man delightfully shivering.

“We–we only just met…” Gale attempted to argue, but all the blood in his body was rushing south, following the hot breath against his neck and Astarion’s sinful whisper. His sweatpants were tented from his rapidly swelling cock, and the embarrassment on his face was surely evident by now. “B-but perhaps I can aid you, if that is what you desire.”

Astarion bit his lip at Gale’s response, and when he glanced down towards Gale’s lap, his own prick throbbed under his jeans. “Oh my, now that is quite the third leg you have there Gale. I wonder how often you give it some exercise .” 

A choked groan fell from Gale’s lips. “Not recently and not often enough…” He clamped his mouth shut instantly, fearing he gave too much away.

Astarion smirked, his lips brushing the edge of Gale’s beard by his ear. “Seems we are both out of practice darling…I think we should rectify that.”

The train pulled into the next station, which was sparsely populated. Gale was splitting his attention between Astarion’s hand, which was now toying with the front of his shirt while inching lower, and making sure no one entered their car. It was ludicrous that he deemed such a proposition worthy of consideration. 

Yet he found himself whimpering, touch starved after so long without contact. Gale’s fingers curled into the seat beneath him as he battled untamed lust coursing through him.

By some sheer stroke of luck, their car was bypassed by all the other train-goers. The moment the doors closed and the metro jolted into motion, Astarion pounced. 

Gale let out a sharp gasp when Astarion straddled him, and his hands instinctively reached up to grab the elf by his slim hips. “A-Astarion… we shouldn’t…” Gale warned, dangerously close to losing control of his desires.

Astarion braced his hands on Gale’s broad shoulders, and instead of answering, he bit his lip and rolled his hips forward. It was instant ecstasy for both of them the moment their rigid cocks brushed through their pants. 

Astarion began a slow grind against Gale, but beneath him, Gale’s composure was rapidly fraying. Astarion’s heart raced, seeing Gale slowly begin to lose himself to the pleasure. “Mmm, you feel nice, Gale. As a matter of fact, I’m starting to feel warmer already.”

Astarion kept his gyrating dance going as he leaned back slightly to unzip his jacket and shrug it off, leaving him in his sweater. “That’s one layer down. Let’s see how much more you can work off of me before we reach our stop,” Astarion murmured. He slipped a hand between them to play with the drawstring of Gale’s sweatpants, slowly untying them to slip the waistband down and give him full access.

Gale’s mouth dropped open with a low groan, and his fingers gripped Astarion’s hips tightly. His eyes were focused on Astarion’s face, and the way the elf would bite his lip in such a way that it sent a rush of excitement straight to Gale’s throbbing shaft. “Fuck…” he breathed out, lifting his hips to allow Astarion the maneuver his pants down, until his length was liberated, heavy and already leaking.

Astarion licked his lips at the sight of Gale’s massive prick, already imagining getting on his knees and swallowing him down, or laying back and being plowed into a mattress. With a quick hand, Astarion popped open the button on his jeans and slid them down and out of the way, desperate to latch onto Gale’s heat and feel it against his cock.

“Astarion, you are so beautiful…” Gale rasped, his mind short-circuiting at the sight of Astarion’s elegant cock which contrasted with his thicker one. His hands slid up and down Astarion’s sides in blind reverance. A ragged moan fell out of Gale’s lips as Astarion took both of them into his cool hand and started thrusting into his palm. The sweet contact was almost too much, and Gale bucked up to meet Astarion’s rhythm. The temperature differential between them generated a tingling sensation that wrapped itself all along Gale’s shaft.

Astarion’s hand could barely wrap around them together. It only made him want more. He braced his free arm against the back of the seat for leverage, as his thrusts grew frantic. “Mmm, you are so fucking hot, Gale. Literally, and figuratively,” Astarion whispered as he moved his lips close to Gale’s ear once more. “Seems I need to take another layer off…”

Gale whined at the loss of Astarion’s hand, but it was a necessary evil if it meant exposing more of Astarion’s body for his eyes to feast on. Astarion took off his sweater, and tossed it on top of his jacket next to them. Gale’s eyes dragged down Astarion’s svelte form, the two layers of shirts hiding enough to stimulate one’s imagination, and Gale’s was running wild. Would Astarion flush pink down his chest, matching his face? Was he hairless or was his body hair as snow white as his head?

Astarion, now free of the cumbersome sweater, gave Gale a coy look. “Now, where were we?” He brought his hand up to his mouth and spit into it. He snaked his palm back down and lined their cocks up before resuming his motions, making Gale shiver beneath him. 

Gale could hardly believe this was happening in an empty train car with someone he had just met. It sent an unexpected thrill through Gale and drove him to rut harder against Astarion’s slick hand and cock. Pleasure seared through him, and every time the tips of their cocks brushed it sent shockwaves through Gale’s whole body. The tell-tales signs of his oncoming orgasm were beginning to rise when his cock pulsed under Astarion’s grip, and his thighs twitched. “I’m... I’m close,” Gale whimpered, holding onto Astarion tightly as he watched the elf frot wantonly against him. 

Astarion nodded and grabbed at Gale’s shirt to roll it up his well-muscled chest, running his hand through the thick, dark hair now exposed. His nipples perked up and begged to be teased. How badly Astarion wanted to suck them into his mouth, but his climax was cresting.

Hooking a thumb to hold Gale’s shirt up as he grasped Gale’s shoulder, Astarion stroked his fist along their cocks. They both thrust upwards into his hand, warm breaths from exertion mingling, and the building pressure finally burst. Astarion shot thick ropes of cum onto Gale’s stomach with a strangled moan, his hips stuttering and his eyes falling closed from the euphoria.

The moment Astarion’s face contorted in blissful release above him, the pleasure pooling in Gale’s belly erupted. He canted his hips up faster, and with a few final snaps he came hard, adding to the mess on his stomach and Astarion’s hand. Gale caressed Astarion’s sides as he was milked dry by Astarion’s unrelenting hand. He cried out incoherently as he rode out the waves, the whooshing and squeaking of the train car drowning him out, until Astarion came to a stop above him, his hand stilling.

They panted heavily, as if they had just ran a marathon, and Astarion craned his neck up to meet Gale’s eyes, whose pupils were dilated and eyelids hooded. Gale’s lips parted as he breathed, and those gentle yet strong hands still held Astarion close.

The lurch of the train arriving at the next station returned a measure of alertness to both of them, Gale peeking around Astarion’s shoulder and Astarion turning his head to see if they were about to be arrested for public indecency. To both of their relief, the station was empty.

Panic blanketed over Gale as he returned to lucidity. “Oh God, Astarion. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–” Gale began to ramble, but a single finger to his lips was all it took to silence him.

“Hush, darling. It’s fine, and I quite enjoyed myself. We did make quite the mess however,” Astarion reassured him, before resolving to tear off his first shirt, leaving him in his last and final layer. He used it to clean his hand, before cleaning up Gale’s stomach. Gale stared wordlessly, entranced by him as he made sure they were both clean.

He threw his now sticky shirt to the seat next to his other clothing, still sitting in Gale’s lap when the train car doors closed and began to move once more. Astarion glanced up at the digital station readout– his stop was next. It made him… sad, if he was being honest.

“Well Gale, looks like our time is coming to an end this evening. But I have to say, you managed to shed three layers of the four. An impressive feat. For the first time, I think I am actually overheating and not freezing,” Astarion playfully noted as he stood up off Gale’s lap.

Gale chuckled, feeling less anxious about everything as he pulled his sweatpants back into place and tied the drawstring. “Then I am honoured to be the first to do so for you.” Gale already missed the feel of Astarion on him. It felt right somehow, even if he barely knew anything about the elf.

Astarion bent over to grab hold of his sweater, jacket and soiled shirt, crumpling the last article into a ball. The distance between his stop and the previous one was short, and within seconds the train was already slowing to a stop. 

Gale looked over at the digital readout, recognizing it as Astarion’s stop. He felt his heart plummet that he could not spend a bit longer with the elf, but he didn’t want to impose so late at night. When the train halted, he gazed up to met Astarion’s green orbs. “I–I had a wonderful evening, Astarion.”

“As did I, darling. I will see your handsome self tomorrow,” Astarion promised with a wink as he left the train car and headed toward the exit stairs.

Gale sank back into his seat, his eyes following Astarion. When the doors shut, it suddenly hit Gale that he forgot to ask Astarion for his number. He blew out a disappointed puff of air, before his brain registered Astarion’s statement.

I will see your handsome self tomorrow. Gale replayed the phrase over in his mind, and a smile bloomed on his face.

Perhaps all was not lost, for the promise carried in Astarion’s words was clear. Gale would get his chance tomorrow night, and he would ask Astarion out on a proper date.

He settled into his seat for the remainder of his trip, fantasizing about the ethereal elf the whole way.

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Gale was full of jitters as he boarded the metro for the evening. As usual, his car was devoid of other passengers, and he settled into his seat just as the doors to the car closed. Soon, he would come face to face with the man who was the reason he was a few minutes late for work.

Astarion, who had ridden against him with abandon just the night prior, who had imprinted himself in every way upon Gale, was due to board this train car in just a few stops. Gale’s heart raced at the thought, and his hand clenched in response.

The sound of paper crumpling alerted Gale instantly, and he loosened his grip. Panic traversed through him with a sharp inhale and rapid heartbeat, worried that he had damaged the letter.

One could call it cheesy, but Gale was a romantic at heart, and wantonly bucking his hips against another man in potential view of others was not in his usual playbook. Yet, instead of feeling mortified, he could think of nothing but the alluring, white-haired elf. The way those green eyes pierced through him, how that toothy grin that made him succumb to his desires, or the feel of those cool hands against his blazing skin. He simply could not forget what they had done. He could not forget Astarion.

So Gale, in the spirit of wanting to get to know Astarion more, wrote him a letter. One he had spent the wee hours of the night devising and revising over and over, tossing out ones with poor penmanship, grammar mistakes, and a multitude of other issues he spotted along the way.

He had gone to bed at an ungodly hour, with Astarion plaguing his dreams all night long. He had woken up completely disheveled and struggling to contain his erection, before rushing to shower, change, feed his cat Tara, and leave. He had snagged the letter, which he had neatly packed into an envelope with his presumption of the spelling of Astarion’s name, and tucked it into his jacket pocket before heading off for the day.

Now, he was in the train car again, waiting for the digital read out to indicate they were approaching Astarion’s stop. Gale’s anxiety was through the roof. The last time he had actively pursued someone had been an age ago, and his original intent had simply been to make a new friend– now however, he was imagining much, much more. What Astarion looked like naked with all those layers stripped off…what he tasted like…what he would feel like fully seated on Gale’s cock. His mind was abuzz with imagination.

After a few more stops, the read-out finally indicated the stop he was waiting for. Gale sucked in a breath and held it, bracing himself to see Astarion once more and to ask for his number. He did his best to hold the envelope gingerly in his hand, despite the trembling and the sudden hot flash rushing into him.

It’s okay, Dekarios. You can do this. It’s just a love letter. No big deal…right? Gale pep-talked himself, willing away the anxiety with effort. 

The train lurched, indicating they were approaching the station, and Gale’s back automatically went rigid. He did not dare look out the window as they arrived. He didn’t want to work himself up over nothing, and decided staring straight ahead at the floor would be the best approach.

The train halted, and the hiss of the doors opening had Gale on edge, his knees bouncing up and down. Then, he spied a familiar flash of white dart past him, and, as Gale lifted his head up, he was met with Astarion’s green orbs staring right back at him, paired with a smug grin.

Astarion lounged in the seat directly ahead of Gale, the same one that had been privy to the previous evening’s escapade. He observed how Gale fidgeted under his gaze, how the man seemed so timid and shy compared to his bolder stature and forward introduction last night. It was adorable, actually, and Astarion found himself more intrigued by the minute. He couldn’t forget the sensation of Gale’s massive cock against his, and how he could barely wrap a hand around its girth. It already had him buzzing with energy and hungry for more.

The doors to the train slid shut, and it began its journey once more. Astarion glanced down and noticed Gale was holding a pristine, white, albeit slightly wrinkled, envelope. As if suddenly recognizing where Astarion’s eyes had veered to, Gale appeared to shake himself from whatever spell he was under. 

Gale nervously coughed into his fist, and stood up from his seat. He shuffled across the corridor, and came to stand directly in front of Astarion, who’s pupils tracked his movement, not loosening the grin from his face. Trepidation reverberated through every fibre of Gale’s body, but he had to do this, come what may. No regrets.

“Good evening Astarion, I–I wanted to– That is to say...-- this is for you.” Gale’s usual verbosity at such a time escaped him as he struggled to articulate himself. He shoved the envelope towards Astarion’s face gracelessly, hoping that gesture would be all that was required to express his intent. The train car jostled them and he nearly smacked Astarion in the face with his outstretched hand, righting himself before going so.

Astarion lifted up an eyebrow, before taking in hand what was presented before him. How interesting. His eyes flicked back up to Gale’s tall and sturdy frame, who was standing with a profuse blush on his visage. Astarion patted the seat next to him invitingly. Gale’s eyes flitted between him and the seat for a moment until he concluded to sit down.

Gale kept his gaze downcast. The awkwardness of how he delivered the letter, and by default lost his composure verbally, were incredibly apparent. He felt like he was biding his time for the swift hand of rejection to slap him upside the head.

Astarion noted the tension in Gale’s body, before he swung his head back around to the envelope once more. His name, correctly spelt no less, was written with almost perfect pen strokes, like a calligrapher’s hand had placed it there. 

Astarion flipped the envelope around, and opened it. As they arrived at the next station, Astarion pulled out the paper stuffed inside, making out the dark ink etched into it. He unfurled it, once more noting the immaculate hand-writing, and silently read it.

Astarion,

I am writing this letter for a multitude of reasons, all which will be explained shortly. I worry attempting to do so orally would result in me finding myself tongue-tied and unable to convey the message.

I know this may seem incredibly forward, regardless of how close we got the previous evening, but I have not been able to shake you from my thoughts which have hounded me all night. I was worried we got off on the wrong foot after my rude outburst about how cold your hands were. But after that moment we shared aboard this very train, one could say I found myself longing for more with you.

I hope I am not mistaken with my intentions, and that I am reading into things correctly. When you said you would see me tomorrow (or rather this evening upon reading this letter), I hoped to ask you for your number, and if you were so inclined, a date.

Should you oppose either of these ideas, I will understand, and leave you be. I await your answer, either through a written reply, or verbally.

Regards,

Gale

Gale remained in place, anxiously waiting for Astarion to finish reading the letter. It took the entire ride to the next station before Astarion’s head lifted up from the page to swivel his way. Astarion silently looked at him, eyes peeking at him with a searching gaze. The longer it went on the more Gale fell in on himself, certain he was about to be rebuffed until Astarion’s voice cut through the space between them.

“I must say, Gale, this is a beautifully written letter. The script is incredibly pristine, almost like an old monastery text.” Astarion broke the stale silence between them. “The fact that this was done by your hand is quite impressive, darling.” 

Gale was caught off guard by the compliment, his mouth slack-jawed briefly before finding his words. “That is kind of you to say. I-ah- dabble in some calligraphy so one could say I have a practiced hand!” His attempt at a joke instead clearly became intentionally misread, as Astarion’s eyebrows shot up, and his grin grew more mischievous. Gale gasped and felt his face burn with embarrassment, instantly clamming up.

Astarion chuckled. “Well, I must say I personally have no experience with those practiced hands of yours, but I am certain to make an appropriate appraisal the next time the opportunity arises.” Astarion neatly folded the letter back exactly as how it had been extricated, and returned it to the safety of the envelope. He then handed it back to Gale as the train picked up its journey once more.

Gale eyed the envelope, the sting of rejection sweeping into him with harsh barbs. He took hold of the letter and winced in discomfort, as if feeling its light weight was enough to snap his arm in two. “I see, I apologize for wasting your–” Astarion’s hand seized his wrist and effectively silenced him. Gale met the elf’s eyes once more.

“Darling, don’t jump the gun.” Astarion spoke softly, “I am merely returning it to you for safe-keeping.”

Gale’s heart did a backflip. “Does…does that mean…?”

Astarion snorted, cutting Gale off. “You are quite a nerd, I must say.” 

Gale’s jaw dropped in shock, brain stunned. “ Wh-what? I most certainly am not! I am a simple admirer of fine artistry and penmanship!” 

Astarion shook his head, sporting a smirk. “You are the very definition of a nerd, my dear. You are obviously intelligent, more introverted by nature, and have a fascination with some obscure topic or hobby. Fits the bill perfectly, I dare say!” Astarion slid a little closer to Gale. “And from what I have been told…the shy, quiet, nerdy types are the wildest in bed…”

A whimper slid out of Gale when Astarion’s body came into contact with his. Astarion was wearing extra layers, but Gale could still make out the form beneath it all. His hands were practically begging him to be set upon the elf’s cool skin once more. “I have never h-heard of that particular stereotype before.” Gale stammered when Astarion rested a hand on his knee and trailed it upwards. It got closer and closer to where his slowly hardening shaft was straining against the zipper of his jeans, and Gale’s legs twitched in response.

Astarion chuckled, quite enjoying the way Gale was visibly responding to his touch. “In truth, darling, I was so looking forward to seeing you again this evening. I couldn’t get you off my mind all night long. You felt so good against my skin, so warm, and I want more. Seems I am not the only one.” Astarion’s eyes flicked down to the prominent bulge between Gale’s legs, and licked his lips in anticipation. With a swift motion upwards, he ghosted his fingertips over the swell.

Gale’s resolve cratered instantly at the barely-there drag of Astarion’s fingers against his groin. His breath hitched when the rough fabric of his underwear brushed against his cockhead. With a groan, his hips lifted upwards to meet the coolness of the palm that radiated into him. His hand free hand gripped the edge of the seat, while the one holding the letter nearly dropped it.

“Mmm, just as responsive as last night.” Astarion noted, a teasing grin on his face. He leaned in close to Gale’s ear, who was wrestling with his own fraying control. “I want more than just to rub our cocks together again, Gale.” 

Gale keened when the press of Astarion’s palm met his shaft and ground down against him. “A-Astarion…I- I want– I struggled with my own broken sleep, lost in the sea of all the secrets I wish to uncover about you.” Gale managed to say through the shocks of pleasure hitting him.

“Darling, how poetic. You are proving my point that you are a complete nerd.” Before Gale could refute him again, Astarion bent forward and captured Gale’s lips. He swallowed the erotic sounds escaping Gale’s plush lips, while he popped the button of Gale’s jeans open.

Gale sucked in a breath at the first meeting of their lips. The letter fell onto the empty seat next to him, as his hands grabbed Astarion by the back of the neck and pulled him in closer. His first taste of the elf and he was already finding himself intoxicated and under his spell. Gale parted Astarion’s lips with his own, seeking more of his exquisite flavour. Their tongues connected and swirled around each other, and their teeth clashed with each hungry lick.

Astarion undid Gale’s zipper, and, with a gentle tug, he was able to liberate that mouth-watering cock. It hung heavy and was already dripping with seed. Astarion couldn’t help but smirk against Gale’s lips the moment he took hold of that thick prick, at the way Gale moaned when his fingers barely circled around the circumference. “Darling, you seem quite pent up. Perhaps we should do something about that.” Astarion goaded playfully, giving Gale’s length a squeeze.

“Please.” Gale begged, bucking upwards to meet each stroke of Astarions. “I want to feel you on me.”

The train began to slow, and a degree of rationality expanded between them. Astarion’s hand slipped away to yank Gale’s shirt over his massive cock, lest they give other train goers an impromptu show. Despite Gale’s heavy breathing, they both focused their attention toward the windows facing the upcoming station. As the train heaved to a stop, they were met with an empty loading zone. 

Astarion swung his face back to Gale, and Gale swore he saw the glimmer of something in his eyes. Something primal. The next stop was further away, something they were both well aware of, which meant Gale was about to have an other-worldly experience. One he was desperate for.

Astarion didn't waste a beat. He rose up from his seat, turned around and before Gale’s eyes, pulled down his trousers to his mid-thighs. Then, with a wink over his shoulder, Astarion went down to his knees, his ass facing Gale, arms propped on the seat ahead of him. 

A choked sound slipped past Gale’s lips and his dick twitched against his stomach. The events unfolding before him had Gale struggling for composure. They were on the metro of all things, the doors still wide open while docked at the station, and yet he wanted nothing more than to bury himself within those willing ribbed walls, to feel that hole encompass him entirely and suck him inside. 

“Gale, darling, while I appreciate the approving stare, I would much rather be impaled on that mighty javelin of yours…” Astarion purred over his shoulder, catching the way Gale’s eyes widened, and how he scrambled forward to comply. “But first, I would love to test out just how talented your nimble hands and poetic tongue really are.”

Gale felt like his control was wrested from him, as if Astarion was the one in charge between them, and it made him more aroused with each passing moment. He settled on his knees between Astarion’s spread legs and pert rear, staring down in awe at the puckering bud he wanted to feast on. His hands landed on each globe, spreading them further apart to make way for his face to descend between them. 

Gale latched on with his mouth, pushing his tongue past the ring of muscle to delve in and take in Astarion’s essence. Gale grunted, savouring and licking, threading his tongue in deeper with each motion. Beneath him, Astarion panted raggedly, rocking back to meet his mouth. He soaked the elf’s rim with saliva, pulling back a breadth to spit against it before diving back into to dine.

“Fuck yes. You have an amazing t-tongue Gale, but I am afraid we are a little short on time.” Astarion rasped, reaching back to fist Gale’s strands of hair to tug him away. As he did so, the pneumatic cylinders controlling the doors hissed once more, and before long the train was on its way.

Gale virtually whined at the loss. “I want to worship you with my mouth, all night if I was given the chance.” While his head was slightly suspended through Astarion’s grip on his hair, he was close enough to place kisses to those ass cheeks while kneading the pliant yet firm flesh.

“A tempting offer, my sweet. But right now, I want you to fuck me and stuff me with that magnificant cock of yours. I’ve been dying to feel it stretching me open.” Astarion arched his back, purposely exposing more of his hole to Gale.

Gale was too weak to resist. He almost felt a compulsion to act, as he brought a hand up to coax Astarion’s spit-covered hole to relax. Slowly, it released tension, allowing him to slip two fingers inside with little resistance. Gale’s eyes lidded as he watched Astarion’s hole swallow his digits. He worked them in deep to prod until he found the trigger which caused Astarion to moan loudly under his touch.

“Mhm, as I suspected, a skillful hand as well.’ Astarion breathed, thighs shaking with each pass of  Gale’s fingers against his prostate. He rested his head on his arms, luxuriating in the way Gale scissored him open while also gently working him closer to the edge. He was certain neither of them would last much longer. “Gale, I need more. I need you to fill me with that juicy cock and ruin me for anyone else!” Astarion husked, pushing back to meet Gale’s hand.

Gale shakily withdrew his hand with a strangled moan, nearly exploding then and there upon hearing the filth coming from Astarion’s lips. “Gods, Astarion, you will be the death of me.” Gale mumbled out with a hot breath, as he lined himself up with Astarion’s taint. Astarion didn’t have a chance to reply or come up with a snide remark, because with a single press forward, Gale penetrated him. Even after some preparation, Astarion's muscles were constricting around his dick hard enough to cut off circulation. The elf’s channel was hot, despite his exterior body being cool to the touch, and Gale slipped in deeper, seeking the heat.

The searing burn and stretch had Astarion’s fingers curling into his palm, and him biting his lip hard to silence his cries as Gale slowly worked himself inside. Inch by inch, Gale sunk deeper, and when his cock hit Astarion’s tender nerve bundle, it had him lurching forward as sparks of electricity travelled to every nerve ending in his body. A muted moan escaped him, quieted by the rumble of the train on the tracks.

When Gale was inside Astarion to the hilt, he took a moment to bask in the sensation of the tight rim fluttering around him. “Fuck… Astarion, you are so– words cannot express how good it feels. I dreamed of this, of what you would feel like around me.” Gale rambled reverently, placing his hands on Astarion’s slender hips. 

“Fuck me Gale, fuck me like you mean it.” Astarion shot back, ready and eager to be speared open on Gale’s prick. He felt it pulse inside him, and it made Astarion delirious with want and lust.

Gale obeyed, not stalling a moment longer. He pulled out almost all the way, before propelling himself forward was a snap of his hips. Astarion howled in pleasure before him, as he thrust into his tight heat over and over. Gale closed his eyes, wanting to concentrate on the sensations enveloping both his prick and body. Each time he slid in and out of Astarion he was met with wondrous moans and demands, which he eagerly attended to. He cracked open is eyes, watching as Astarion’s arm furiously moved under him, indicating he was fucking his own fist in tandem.  

In the haze of passion, they hadn’t noticed they were arriving at the next station, but when the train came to a rough stop, Gale was unbothered. All he could see was Astarion, how well his hole was opening and taking him, the sounds he was making with each slam inside. Gale didn’t care if someone was watching, for his focus was Astarion’s pleasure alone. If it had been anyone else, he would never have done any of this, but something about Astarion made him lose all sense.

“Fuck yes, harder Gale, take me harder!” Astarion shouted with abandon, as Gale’s shaft pistoned into him. Astarion worked his cock to match it, as the coil inside tightened, ready to burst.

Harsh slaps reverberated through the empty train car as Gale rushed to comply, and then the doors closed once more, before the train was on its way. 

Gale’s peak was approaching, the pressure building inside him as he fucked Astarion’s hole raw. The friction was intense, and the grip of Astarion’s inner walls stoked the fires of his desire to a fever pitch. “A-Astarion…I…where?” 

“I-Inside me. I don’t want a drop going to waste!” Astarion hoarsely replied, rocking back to meet each thrust, shifting himself slightly to feel Gale hitting even deeper. That was the final adjustment needed, for Astarion’s orgasm caught him off guard. With a howl, his release barrelled into him like a torpedo, cock spurting out hot seed that trickled down his hand and landed on the floor of the train car.

Gale whimpered at the command, but kept his pace, fucking Astarion through his climax as his own knocked on the door. Astarion’s hole spasmed around him, and with a few more thrusts, Gale came deep into the elf. With a low groan, his hands dug into Astarion’s hips as he spilled within the hot walls, changing from fast, desperate thrusts, to slower, deeper ones, dragging out both of their releases as long as he could.

Just as they arrived at the next station, Gale collapsed on top of Astarion’s back, wrapping his arms around the elf’s waist. 

The doors opened to an empty station once more, as they huddled against each other, catching their breaths. “Astarion, I– I hope you are okay. I know I am rather large.” Gale mumbled against Astarion’s neck. He peeked up towards the station, once again, noticing it was empty. Lady luck was smiling on them two nights in a row now, and while Gale wasn’t looking to make this a habit, there was something positively thrilling about having a brush with the danger of getting caught.

“Darling, your size is one of your best qualities. I have never been better.” Astarion responded with a smile, rising up to sit on his haunches, Gale following with him. When Gale’s cock slipped out of him, the void left behind an ache to be filled again, especially when all that precious cum began to leak out.

When the sound of the doors closing finally reached Astarion’s ears, he realized he had missed his stop. “Well, it seems I will be joining you for a little while longer, Gale.” Astarion announced, rising to his feet with trembling legs and a soreness slowly creeping through him. Reaching up, he wiped his soiled hand on his outer layer shirt, before rolling it off and bundling it up.

Gale let go of Astarion, standing back up, a little dizzy from getting up too quickly as his ear muffled for a few moments post-orgasm. “That was your stop, wasn’t it?” He tucked his spent cock back into his jeans, purposely averting his gaze from the stream of fluid sluicing down Astarion’s pale and smooth inner thighs. The sight called to him, but Astarion was already busy with his shirt, cleaning away the mess.

“Don’t worry darling, next time you can clean up the mess you made with your practiced tongue. Since I missed my stop…we could always continue back at your place.” Astarion insinuated, feeling exactly where Gale’s eyes would glance at a few times regardless of his effort to look away. He was met with a sharp inhale, followed by an enthusiastic nod.

Satisfied with his cleaning job, Astarion tossed the used shirt to the side, before righting the remainder of his clothing. He then spun around to face Gale, whose eyes were still hooded and staring at him. “I accept your proposal for a date, and before this night is over, you will have my number in your phone.” Astarion declared.

Gale’s breath caught, and before he could tell his body otherwise, it moved into Astarion’s space, grabbed him around the waist, and pulled them flush together. He slanted his lips over Astarion’s, as they devoured each other with deep yearning. 

“Thank you, Astarion. I know it may seem a little quick, but I simply could not cease thinking about you.” Gale professed, looking down at Astarion from his slightly taller vantage point.

“Well, good thing we are of like minds then.” Astarion flirted back, before rising back onto his toes to fuse their lips together once more.

No further words were needed as the train pulled up to Gale’s station a few stops later. They grabbed their belongings, with Astarion taking his dirty shirt in one arm, not forgetting to pick up Gale’s letter along the way. That letter had opened the door to more between them, something both of them were craving, and he had no intention to let it go.

Gale took Astarion’s hand into his tentatively, and when he felt Astarion squeeze back, he was confident that this was the start of something tender and wild, and life-long.

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The train car they were squeezed into rattled on its wheels, bumping them back and forth, and side to side with each turn and lurch. Astarion found it positively dizzying, and if it were not for Gale caging him in against the door, he likely would have gotten sucked into the throng of bodies surrounding them. He was not used to being compressed with other people into such a tight space, and had only ever ridden the train later in the day when it was mostly empty.

Aside from Gale’s presence that is.

The past weeks since their little train trysts had been quite interesting to say the least.

Gale had officially asked Astarion out on a date after returning to his home that fateful evening, and Astarion had readily accepted. It was almost astounding how quickly things had progressed afterwards to exclusivity. 

The fact that Astarion was a vampire had not deterred Gale, either.

The train car approached the next station and came to a harsh halt, nearly launching Astarion sideways into another passenger, when Gale’s arm caught him by the shoulder.

“I have you! Are you alright, my love?” Gale asked over the doors hissing open ahead of them, forcing them to inch back.

“When I have such a big and strong man to catch me, how could I not be?” Astarion replied with a melodic tone, scooting back closer to him so people disembarking were not hindered.

Gale’s heart fluttered rapidly in his chest. Gale was already head-over-heels for the elf, wanting nothing more than to shower him with affection and love. Astarion deserved no less than utter devotion, and Gale would happily provide however he could.

The train emptied of some passengers before new ones boarded. It was growing stiflingly hot for Gale, and in some ways he was still befuddled at how Astarion could still wear so many layers in the confined space with these warm bodies. The brisk station air flooded the cabin and flapped Gale’s hair off his forehead and neck, enough to relieve some of the discomfort, before the doors closed and they were on their way again.

Their destination? To find a cure for Astarion’s vampirism.

Initially, Gale had not put two and two together. The lack of body heat. The sharper-than-usual canines. Astarion frequently claimed he was not hungry any time they were together. Certainly the aversion to going places when the sun was at its fullest. The odd scarring reminiscent of a burn on his back that, when asked about, was dismissed and avoided. Gale had not pressed the matter, until the truth had been revealed.

Gale had genuinely believed Astarion had a condition that affected his circulation, and that he had a smaller appetite than most. But when he had stumbled upon Astarion in the bathroom, taking off green coloured contact lenses, revealing red irises underneath, Gale had begun to speculate.

His pale skin and hair with red eyes could have been considered simple albinism. But with everything else, further research pointed towards something else entirely. Something more sinister in nature.

Gale had dug deep into the rabbit hole, combining all the symptoms Astarion presented, and had come to a singular conclusion- vampirism. 

What had once been considered myth and legend had recently been revealed to the general population as being real. Vampires walked among everyday citizens, working alongside them, with some who caved to bloodlust and committed heinous murders. And Astarion had been a victim of one.

Gale had hesitated to approach Astarion about it, but he had to ask him if it was indeed the case. Astarion had attempted to deny it, but when Gale explained he just wanted the truth, the elf had sat him down and explained his situation. The tale Gale was told was gruesome and hard to process.

Late one night as Astarion had been leaving a club, slightly tipsy on his way to hail a cab, someone had followed him. Before Astarion knew it, he had been face first against an alleyway wall, penetrated by a set of fangs that drained his lifeblood from his body. He woke up the following morning, with the sun baking his exposed back to a crisp. He had worn a shirt with long sleeves, but with an open back, and it had left permanent scarring on him. He could not recall the face of his attacker, solely the intense hunger in the pit of his stomach that food could not quell.

Philosophical questions had conjured themselves within Gale throughout the discussion.

Immortality, the question of time. Gale learned that Astarion had been a vampire since the mid eighties. Almost forty years of agelessness, which mere mortals aspired to achieve through physical enhancements and eye creams. Something once-unattainable existed, but only if your humanity and life were forfeited.

Vampirism was treated akin to a disease, and those afflicted by it were seen as enemies and monsters. In truth, they were shells of their former shelves, left to stalk the streets in search of sustenance. Were they considered people any more? Did they have souls? Did some choose to become one to avoid death? Or were others forced into such a life, like Astarion?

Astarion had explained how he hid it from everyone. It had been a struggle initially, overcoming the endless abyss of hunger churning inside, but he found a solution via a local butcher after years of hunting rodents for survival. He had used the contact lenses to reduce the chance of being tipped off, and circumvented his condition through the excuses of poor circulation for his low body temperature. Most turned him away over his frigid skin to begin with, and those online he would mention the lack of body heat to ghosted him instantly. According to Astarion, Gale turning up had given him hope that all was not lost.

Astarion had practically pleaded with Gale not to leave him after telling his tale, terrified he would lose the one good thing in his life. Gale had reassured Astarion he would not, confessing his profound love for the elf on the spot. Him being a vampire had no bearing on their relationship, or his feelings. But knowing that Astarion had suffered forty years with this affliction, Gale had to act.

 He promised to help him find a cure.

Which is how they had found themselves on the packed evening train heading to the other side of the city, to find a supposed ‘doctor’ named Dal. It had not been an easy feat, but with Gale’s computer skills, they had surfed the dark web, coming upon a self-professed healer who had found a way to cure those afflicted with vampirism. 

It was worth a shot, especially with the raving reviews.

Astarion shifted slightly against Gale as the train reached the next station on its trip, and he couldn’t help the shiver that went through him as he recalled a certain event earlier in the day.

How Gale had bent him over the dinner table and fucked him ever so sweetly, meeting every single demand uttered. Including corking him with a butt plug to keep him full of Gale’s hot cum. Astarion could feel the plug shift around inside him with every movement he made, and being in a moving vehicle did not help matters.

It was driving him insane. When a sharp corner was turned, the plug would bump his prostate. When the train bounced on a bumpy section of track, it would slosh around the sticky fluid within. He could only handle so much of the agonizingly pleasurable torture.

They were in a packed train, and Astarion almost regretted deciding to keep the plug inside him all day, solely for the purpose of keeping him stretched open for Gale later on. If they were alone, he would already be riding Gale off into the horizon, taking his massive cock deep inside and clenching around him. The thought made his shaft throb to life, and his hole trembled around the plug.

Gale picked up on the way Astarion would stiffen with each sudden directional change of the metro. Add in the way the car was nearly filled to capacity, there was little room to maneuver. Gale was practically plastered right against Astarion's heavily clothed, but rigid, frame, and every time a muscle in Astarion’s body tensed, he felt it.

“Astarion? Are you okay?” Gale asked against his ear, making sure to keep his arm snugly around the elf’s body to keep him from tumbling over. That's when he felt Astarion rock back against him…and something circular and hard poking against his groin.

“Darling, I didn’t tell you this, but you recall earlier today, yes? When I asked you to fill me up and make sure none of it escapes?” Astarion whispered back, just loud enough for Gale to hear and respond with a careful nod.

“Well…it’s still in there.” Astarion quietly whimpered when another lurch forward of the train had his body shifting, and the crease of his ass landed directly on Gale’s thigh. It placed exquisite pressure directly on the plug, and made Astarion’s whole body resonate with a tingling sensation.

Gale, who was holding on tightly to the bar over his head as they arrived at the next station, let out a shocked gasp. “You-you didn’t… shit .” He was rock hard in an instant, shaking against Astarion and resisting the desperate urge to rut up against him. A muted hiss slipped past his clenched teeth as he struggled with the abrupt image conjured in his mind- Astarion, still full of his seed, with nothing but a small butt plug sealing it all in.

Once more the door’s opened, releasing passengers and onboarding them, all while Gale’s mind was a storm of arousal. He was squished against his lover with nowhere to go. His pulsing cock was strained against the cotton underwear caging him in, and the train was now even more claustrophobic than before.

“Gale, I want you to take me. Here and now,” Astarion breathlessly commanded once the doors shut and the train recommenced its travel. He rolled his hips back just a tad, feeling Gale’s stiff length prodding his backside, followed by a breathy whimper.

Gale just about collapsed in shock. In an empty train was one thing…but surrounded by all these people? “I–I don’t think that’s a good idea, love.” Gale stammered, losing his focus bit by bit whenever Astarion would grind back against him. Despite his concerns, Gale felt his cock grow impossibly stiffer, turned on at the idea of having sex while surrounded by strangers. It was almost surreal, how the surge of lust rushed through him. The flare of heat that spiked his blood and had him near feral with want.

Astarion chuckled, and it was a wicked sound. “My sweet, I think everyone is otherwise preoccupied, and won’t pick up on our activities.” He could tell that Gale was balancing on a tightrope, and it was one that was slowly fraying as he tried to cross to the other side unscathed. But he was rapidly losing balance, and Astarion grinned, knowing he had Gale right where he wanted him. Desperate, aching, and eager to please.

Gale nervously swung his gaze around to all those in the vicinity compressed against him. They all had their backs turned, or noses buried into their phones. Perhaps Astarion was right. But this was a ludicrous idea regardless, even if his traitorous prick was thrumming and attempting to dictate things as if it possessed a mind of its own. It was pointed directly where it wanted to be, and that was to be buried so far inside Astarion that they couldn’t discern where one of them started and the other ended. His cock twitched at the thought.

The train squealed as a sharp corner was turned, and Gale was jolted forward. His swollen length was squashed right against Astarion’s ass in the process, and his control over his urges was loosening quickly. A near-silent moan rattled out of him, thankfully masked by the ambient train noise.

He turned his gaze back towards Astarion as he straightened, who was wearing an oversized hoodie– one that would cover anything exposed should he pull down his pants. Gale bit his lip in serious contemplation, fighting the fire coursing through his veins.

“Are you sure?” was all Gale asked, needing Astarion’s firm agreement if they were to engage in public sex to this degree.

“Without a doubt. I’m so hungry for you,” Astarion purred back, discreetly wiggling against Gale, which caused the plug to press harder into him.

That was all the confirmation Gale needed. His dick was a lead pipe in his sweatpants, hanging heavy and low as he snaked an arm up under the sweater to nudge Astarion’s joggers down. He trailed his fingers up the narrow space between their hips and along the barely accessible skin of Astarion’s inner legs, until he slipped between the cheeks to find the base of the plug. With a gentle tug, he pulled it out, Astarion moaning quietly enough for the sounds of the train to drown him out.

“Gale, I want you to rail me against this door and fill me with your seed again,” Astarion said in a hushed tone once the plug was removed, leaving an empty void needing to be fed. “Then I want you to plug me back up. Do you understand?”

Gale nearly fumbled the plug when his grip momentarily slackened at the heated command. He managed to keep the soiled plug in his hand and held it under the safety of Astarion’s dark sweater, all while the potent wave of adrenaline swam through him over what he was about to do. With trembling fingers, combatting the swaying of his body due to the train’s sudden jostling, Gale hooked the front of his sweatpants just under his balls, and adjusted his position in a subtle way so as to not alert the people surrounding him.

He took hold of his painfully hard cock with his free hand under the sweater. With a single, measured slide, Gale sunk into Astarion’s drenched gape that leaked the remnants of his earlier load. 

A perfectly timed rumble covered the sound of Astarion’s near wail as Gale fully seated himself inside. Gale bit his lip to muffle his own groan. Even stretched out as Astarion was, his inner walls were a decadent clasp around his pulsing cock.

Astarion’s eyelids drooped ever so slightly at the sensation of Gale’s thick length spearing into him. The leftover lubricant and fluids eased the way forward, and as soon as Gale was buried deep in his hole, Astarion canted his hips ever so slightly, signalling his desires.

Using the shifting train to mask his movements, Gale thrust into Astarion with shallow, but rapid strokes, limiting the range of motion. The wetness of Astarion’s taint made Gale shiver, and the clench of the silken channel invigorated him. While still conscious of their unaware audience and thus using Astarion’s sweater as a shield, Gale’s mind was concentrated on meeting Astarion’s every desire - hard and fast, deep and slow, whatever combination that he could use to make Astarion achieve a powerful orgasm under his touch. 

“Mm, that feels so damn good, Gale. Shame everyone is so focused on themselves, missing the show we are putting on,” Astarion seductively teased, subtly rocking backwards to meet each of Gale’s thrusts. He heard Gale’s quiet, but sharp, inhale just behind his ear. He loved to fluster his lover, especially in such a precarious situation.

When Gale’s cock rubbed up against his tender nerve bundle, Astarion barely held back a loud, rumbling moan. The pressure from the contact sent tendrils of electricity down his legs, making them wobble slightly.

Suddenly, the train jerked, making both of them stumble a bit. A station was fast approaching, much to their alarm. 

“Stay inside me, and don’t move, love.” Astarion told Gale quietly, to which Gale whimpered as he came to a halt at the same time as the metro.

The doors swung open, and both of them were immensely grateful for the massive hoodie Astarion wore. It concealed everything, from Astarion’s own turgid erection threatening to explode at any moment, to Gale’s throbbing deep inside of him.

As before, the train emptied of all those that needed to exit, before filling right back up with newcomers. All of them, much to Gale’s relief, faced the opposite way. Within a short span of time, the train was ready to depart once again.

It was excruciating for Gale to just stand there, cock fully embedded within Astarion’s hole, and not move. His composure was fraying, and the sweltering heat in the car was not assisting matters. But as soon as the train moved, so too did Gale, practically weeping with relief the moment he reared back an inch, only to sink back inside.

Astarion braced a palm against the glass panel of the door, chewing his bottom lip in a desperate effort to silence his mewls. He was on the cusp, so close to the edge, and he didn’t care if his underwear and joggers would be coated in his semen. He wanted nothing more than to have Gale flood him full of spend again, sealing it inside him. “F-Faster, darling, I’m so close.”

Gale picked up his speed as best as he could in the cramped space, drawn tight as a bowstring ready to snap. With shallow snaps, he fucked Astarion’s raw hole with a reverance, worshiping it with his cock. The hand still in possession of the plug was resting on Astarion’s hip, fingers digging into the skin for leverage.

Astarion slanted his body back ever so slightly, changing the angle of penetration. The pressure build up in his gut finally boiled over, and with a muted sob he soaked his underwear and pants with a trembling orgasm. He felt his cum spill over and trail down the underside of his shaft, pooling at the base of his loins, all while his whole body quivered.

Gale did not relent when Astarion’s rim sucked him further in and rippled around him, letting Astarion’s ride out his climax on his shaft. Astarion’s pleasure was his own, and feeling Astarion writhe while impaled on his prick was enough to trigger Gale’s peak, spurting out his own hot release and inundating the elf’s clenching hole with more of his essence.

Gale’s eyes glazed over, the euphoria blazing within him as he buried himself to the hilt once more within the hot sheath. His heart was hammering against his sternum, his body was twitching, and his cock jerked as every last drop filled Astarion to the brim.

“Fuck, Gale. I can feel it all inside. You did so well, my sweet,” Astarion quietly stated, his voice rough and textured with latent arousal. He dared not move, otherwise he would risk losing all of Gale’s cum, which was already warming him up from the inside out. “Now, make sure to plug me up again, and not waste anything.” 

Gale let out a sharp breath as he followed the order. He reared back and his cock slipped out of Astarion’s soaked gape, before bringing the hand with the plug down to his entrance as swiftly as possible, slotting it in with ease. 

Astarion shivered when the metal’s tapered end popped inside, resting against his sensitive nerve bundle. It was cool, but also searing at the same time.

Gale felt feverish, knowing that Astarion was going to walk around teeming with his fluids. He needed to reign himself in, though, already panicking slightly with an elevated heart rate as the reality of the situation caught up with him.

I just had sex with my boyfriend in public, and no one caught on. A sudden thrill passed through Gale, making his spent prick twitch in his hand as he stuffed it back into his loose, yet somehow confining, underwear and pants.

“That was wonderful. I can’t wait for when we get back home, so you suck it all out of me and feast,” Astarion sinfully whispered, barely loud enough for Gale to pick up on. He felt Gale tense up behind him, before an aroused rumble reached his own ear. 

“Sounds quite delectable, love. I can hardly wait to devour you later,” Gale replied with a darker tone, already envisioning Astarion reclining back on the couch, legs spread and ordering Gale to mop up the mess he created. Gale would not hesitate to obey, slurping and swallowing everything, tasting himself in the process.

“But let’s see about curing you of vampirism first, Star.” Gale’s hands slipped out from under Astarion’s sweater as he returned the waistband of Astarion’s joggers back into place. 

Astarion straightened, before leaning back against Gale’s sturdy body. “I can only hope it actually is possible. But even if it’s not. I hope you will stay with me.” An inkling of doubt that Gale would leave him if he could not be relieved of his vampiric burden weighed heavily on Astarion in the moment.

As if that was even a question. Gale wound an arm around Astarion’s midriff, and held him close while his other hand held onto the railing over his head for stability. “I’m not going anywhere, Astarion. You are stuck with me. I don’t use the L word lightly, and I mean it when I say it. I love you.” He pressed a kiss to Astarion’s cheek.

Astarion melted into the warmth of Gale’s body heat, and the tender kiss. He could feel Gale’s love radiate into him in waves, dispelling his lingering worries as the train slowly arrived at the next station. “I love you too.” 

A future under the sun was looking brighter already.