[It's all happening so much faster than Gale is accustomed to— he has no complaints, of course, now or any other time, but it is quite unusual for Godfrey to be so aggressive about what he wants. Gale has never felt slighted for it, never doubted that his love desired him once they had stumbled across the truth of what they felt for one another, but to have it thrust upon him so plainly, to be so openly wanted— it sets his blood hot and racing, just a bit lightheaded from both wine and giddy anticipation.
He moans wantonly into that hungry, devouring kiss; Godfrey's hands are on him and making short work of his clothing, breaking every record that they might have set together before now, and though a conjured mage hand is doing its part to tug at and loosen Godfrey's belt, the wizard himself is barely able to draw breath as he meets each needful kiss with one of his own, and he finds himself incredibly grateful that Godfrey had not chosen to remain in armor as they celebrated this evening.]
My love—
[He lets out a breathless laugh between kisses, untucking Godfrey's shirt and proceeding to pull it up and over his head as best he can without pulling away from him, because oh, that is the absolute last thing he wants.]
I believe I quite like this side of you—
[He's not felt anything in their lovemaking to be wanting, happy for the slow and steady pace they so often set, but this— this is something new and thrilling, a Godfrey he has not yet had the pleasure to meet.]
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He moans wantonly into that hungry, devouring kiss; Godfrey's hands are on him and making short work of his clothing, breaking every record that they might have set together before now, and though a conjured mage hand is doing its part to tug at and loosen Godfrey's belt, the wizard himself is barely able to draw breath as he meets each needful kiss with one of his own, and he finds himself incredibly grateful that Godfrey had not chosen to remain in armor as they celebrated this evening.]
My love—
[He lets out a breathless laugh between kisses, untucking Godfrey's shirt and proceeding to pull it up and over his head as best he can without pulling away from him, because oh, that is the absolute last thing he wants.]
I believe I quite like this side of you—
[He's not felt anything in their lovemaking to be wanting, happy for the slow and steady pace they so often set, but this— this is something new and thrilling, a Godfrey he has not yet had the pleasure to meet.]