[A simple statement, perhaps, but the sentiment behind it resonates in the soft rumbling of his voice, the warm determination in his gaze, and it is all too easy for Gale to lose himself in the moment as Godfrey presses a series of kisses against his throat and makes something in his stomach pull tight, the heated press of their bodies tight and promising even as they remain fully dressed— though clearly not for long, given the direction Godfrey's fingers are skirting in.
The wizard clears his throat as he regains himself, though a soft noise of approval does escape him just before he manages it, carding his fingers through Godfrey's hair and drawing in a deep, steadying breathe.]
I'm beginning to find myself in a merry mood, as well.
[To say the least. His face has become flushed even in the dim light of the fire, and resistant as he is to remove himself from Godfrey's inviting lap, he slides back enough to let his feet touch the ground, grabbing hold of his partner's wrist with one hand and his waist with the other. Godfrey is significantly larger them him, despite the fact that Gale himself is not a small man by any means, but he manages to guide the paladin to his feet and gently steer him towards his own tent, suddenly finding himself quite eager to escape the wandering gazes of their companions and guests, due in no small part to the significantly tight pull of his trousers.
The distance is short, and they make it without incident, Gale letting out a sigh of relief when the flap closes behind them, and he turns to face Godfrey with a knowing smile full of intention once he's certain they have privacy. The larger man must be drunk indeed to be so forward, but Gale can't say he minds in the least.]
Now, where were we... [He steps forward, reaching up to put a hand behind Godfrey's neck, curling his fingers against the nape as he draws him downwards for a kiss, which he is able to offer far more freely now, lips parted and tasting of the wine he had been indulging in not long before.] You were telling me just how happy you are.
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The wizard clears his throat as he regains himself, though a soft noise of approval does escape him just before he manages it, carding his fingers through Godfrey's hair and drawing in a deep, steadying breathe.]
I'm beginning to find myself in a merry mood, as well.
[To say the least. His face has become flushed even in the dim light of the fire, and resistant as he is to remove himself from Godfrey's inviting lap, he slides back enough to let his feet touch the ground, grabbing hold of his partner's wrist with one hand and his waist with the other. Godfrey is significantly larger them him, despite the fact that Gale himself is not a small man by any means, but he manages to guide the paladin to his feet and gently steer him towards his own tent, suddenly finding himself quite eager to escape the wandering gazes of their companions and guests, due in no small part to the significantly tight pull of his trousers.
The distance is short, and they make it without incident, Gale letting out a sigh of relief when the flap closes behind them, and he turns to face Godfrey with a knowing smile full of intention once he's certain they have privacy. The larger man must be drunk indeed to be so forward, but Gale can't say he minds in the least.]
Now, where were we... [He steps forward, reaching up to put a hand behind Godfrey's neck, curling his fingers against the nape as he draws him downwards for a kiss, which he is able to offer far more freely now, lips parted and tasting of the wine he had been indulging in not long before.] You were telling me just how happy you are.