[ The cool blue finger makes contact and Godfrey's booze-warmed skin seizes its trail, his body shivering before his slow thoughts connect the sensation to himself.
Magic isn't necessarily unwelcome in their bedroom, but it does appear relatively seldom. Godfrey hasn't banished the art entirely, and neither has Gale, but he has never made a secret of his stance. It was Gale he married, not the things he could do. Gale was enough as he was. He needed summon no additional hand or create any magical effect to stay Godfrey's attention where it needed to be.
Having said all of that - a rare moment of drunken salience hits him, and Godfrey realizes that it's difficult to stand on ceremony and principal when you can barely stand at all. Those fingers glow blue around his dick and he runs it through that strange and ghostly touch, that eggshell-thin sensation of touch in the air. He angles his hips and fucks himself impatiently on his husband's fingers, breath hitching as its tip and knuckle just barely graze-- ]
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Magic isn't necessarily unwelcome in their bedroom, but it does appear relatively seldom. Godfrey hasn't banished the art entirely, and neither has Gale, but he has never made a secret of his stance. It was Gale he married, not the things he could do. Gale was enough as he was. He needed summon no additional hand or create any magical effect to stay Godfrey's attention where it needed to be.
Having said all of that - a rare moment of drunken salience hits him, and Godfrey realizes that it's difficult to stand on ceremony and principal when you can barely stand at all. Those fingers glow blue around his dick and he runs it through that strange and ghostly touch, that eggshell-thin sensation of touch in the air. He angles his hips and fucks himself impatiently on his husband's fingers, breath hitching as its tip and knuckle just barely graze-- ]
Yes.
[ His voice is a dry rasp. ]