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Astarion swung his legs, the rubber heels of his boots hitting the counter front with repetitive dull thumps. Gale looked over at the noise, then satisfied that it was of no concern, went back to his working. He was sat cross legged on the concrete floor, the rightmost end of the dance pad having been dismantled. Dark smudges covered his hands and lower arms, and tools were scattered around and in a large, open toolbox.
“Gale, how much longer?” Astarion asked impatiently, reaching to grab a paddle ball off the peg wall and unwrapping it. The knocking sound of the rubber ball meeting the paddle joined his feet.
“I told you I was going to be here most of the day. Mondays are for maintenance. I have to clean all the games and fix the DDR pad. You could go take a walk; you don’t have to wait. Still another few hours, I would guess. Your impatience is not going to change how quickly I’ll be done, love.”
“Ugh, lame.” Astarion groaned, grabbing the ball and stretching its elastic thread to it;s limit. He let go, but the elastic snapped on its bounce and the pink ball rolled under the Time Crisis cabinet and out of sight. He twisted his gaze to check, but the human hadn’t noticed, so he sat the paddle down on the counter with feigned innocence. “I suppose I will take that walk. Want a smoothie? I’ll go see Minsc.” His tone was flat and resigned as he dismounted the counter and came to leer over Gale.
The human looked up from his place on the floor, and noticed that Astarion was standing closer than necessary, so he leaned over and placed a brief kiss on the back of Astarion’s hand before looking up through his eyelashes with a small smirk, “I’ll try not to be too long.” He offered. The vampire didn’t miss the heat in his gaze, and trusted the simmering desire he saw to make Gale’s promise into truth.
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Gale leaned over the orange and white air hockey table with a pushpin. He sprayed a hand-sized section of the table with glass cleaner generously, then switched the machine on and waited. He leaned in after a moment and used the pin to pick dirt out of one of the air holes, wiped it on a towel, and then continued to inspect for more clogs. It was a tedious, long task.
The orange julius that Astarion had brought back for Gale was long gone, and the cup had been left on the corner of the DDR cabinet when he had finished his tinkering. He’d set about wiping down every game with disinfectant and then glass cleaner, while Astarion piddled away on Gale’s Gameboy and filled the arcade with the tinny 8-bit music that accompanied Tetris. The chime sounding his defeat chirped once again, and that was more than enough of a signal that Astarion was done waiting. He dropped off the counter and turned off the game, dropping it into Gale’s backpack carelessly.
Astarion crept up behind Gale, planted his palm between the human’s shoulder blades, and pushed him down against the table. “Oh!” Gale’s sound of surprise came out low and throaty and gave way to a gasp when Astarion grabbed Gale’s hip with his other hand and ground his growing hardness against the cleft between the human’s cheeks. He slid his hand up into the back of Gale’s hair and tugged, making space to press kisses into his neck.
Gale moaned, and Astarion could feel his pulse beneath the vibration of the sound.
“Oh, Wiz. Do you like being pushed around?” Astarion taunted against warm skin. The hand on Gale’s hip slid forward to stroke Gale through his jeans. Gale nodded in silence, the lollipop stick still protruding from the corner of his mouth. “Then you should have told me sooner, darling.” He crooned, planting one more kiss before pushing Gale down harder.
Gale let his arms give way so that his torso was splayed over the white perforated tabletop with his behind pushing back against Astarion’s arousal. “Ah- Astarion, now is not the most appropriate time or place for—“
Thwack.
Astarion swung the ball-less paddle gently against Gale’s thigh, and the human’s protests dissolved into an unintelligible moan.
“My oh my, we are discovering some new things this evening, aren’t we?” Astarion stepped back, and let the paddle land on Gale’s right ass cheek this time, watching as the human’s body jerked under the impact. “How about this, Gale. You keep quiet while I have my filthy way with you, and every time you make too much noise,”
“Astarion, truly this is-“ Thwack.
“And since you’re so used to getting high scores, you can keep count.” Astarion flicked open the fly on Gale’s pants and pulled just the back of them down, exposing Gale’s ass to the low light in the arcade. He hooked a finger under the blue elastic of the thong Gale had on that day, and relished in the snap against the human’s skin that was echoed with another whimper. Astarion was achingly hard now, and his erection was tenting the front of his gray and black checked harem pants. “What number are we at now, baby?”
“Two, Star.” Gale grit out, all dissent seemingly evaporated in his effort to please the elf.
Astarion swung the paddle again, this time hitting bare skin and eliciting a sharper smacking noise.
“Ah! Three.”
Another smack on the left cheek, blossoming a matching pink mark in its wake.
“F-Four.”
“Such a quick study, Gale. Good job.” Astarion soothed his free hand over the mark, feeling the warmth from the impact, and was unable to resist a quick squeeze to the soft muscle. Gale sighed at the praise and pushed back against the vampire’s touch, spreading his stance invitingly. Astarion took the hint and dropped to his own knees and pulled at the thong again, letting his thumb stroke the pucker of Gale’s hole as he moved. He replaced his touch with his tongue, flattening it against Gale’s hole and dragging it hotly over the muscle while he held the thong latched under his thumb. Gale shuddered beneath him and all but yelled his moan, making Astarion lean back and strike Gale’s asscheek again with the wooden toy.
“Quiet, Gale.” He reminded, kissing the renewed flush on Gale’s right cheek.
“Gods, Star.” Gale groaned quietly, lust oozing from his words. There was a soft thump as he let his forehead rest on the table as he lost himself in any attention Astarion felt fit to bestow. In that moment, the paddle had switched sides and offered a swift assault on his left cheek, followed by a dazed moan.
“I did ask you to count.” Astarion groused before diving back in. This time he pressed his tongue pointedly to Gale’s hole, massaging until he relaxed enough for Astarion to spear his tongue inside.
“Five!” Gale yelped desperately, and the next paddling came immediately.
“Incorrect, darling.” Astarion sighed with disappointment as he sat back on his heels, “You’re at seven.”
“Star, please.” Gale begged, though it was unclear to both of them what he was asking for. Another strike.
“Eight!” Gale keened, and was rewarded with the ninth paddle to his reddened behind. He bit down on his lip to keep quieter, “Nine, love.” He admitted, finally quieter, and his compliance was enough for Astarion to bring his mouth back.
So much for quieter.
Gale moaned and pushed back against Astarion again and bit down on his fist to keep himself muted, though his deep moans could still be heard clearly, even over the hiss of the air coming from the table.
Astarion’s tongue was pushing inside again, this time accompanied by a spit-slick finger. He answered Gale’s moans with one of his own, loving the way that he could always make the human fall apart with his touch. “Can you take one more, Gale? Make it a nice even number, and I’m sure I can find some way to reward your diligence.”
“Yes!” Gale gasped, and then pushed himself half way to upright, his back arched as he looked over his shoulder. Astarion stood and took a step back, letting his eyes comb over Gale from head to toe, wishing he had a camera to preserve the sight of his pretty, debauched dork, waiting to be paddled. His ass was canted out, and both cheeks had warmed pink circles spread on them. Gale’s jeans had fallen lower on his thighs, and with his feet spread wide, Astarion could see the way his thong stretched over his balls and could no longer contain his leaking cock.
The cheap wooden paddle clattered to the floor, and Astarion closed in, unable to keep his hands off the human any longer. “Gods, Gale, you drive me crazy.” He admitted, sliding his finger back inside Gale’s hole easily.
Gale whimpered and shifted his weight to lean on one arm. He wriggled his knees to get the waistband of his jeans past his prick and sighed in relief when he took it in hand. He passed his thumb over the head, smearing precum down the shaft.
Astarion’s other hand was on his arm, sliding gently downward as he pressed a second finger to his hole. The drool he’d left there was hardly enough to ease the slide, but Gale’s mewls of pleasure only became more desperate and harder to quiet. Astarion carefully replaced Gale’s hand with his own, and ground his own cock against Gale’s hip as Gale guided his hand.
Gale was thrusting into Astarion’s hand now, and hurtling toward orgasm. He lurched to grab the towel he’d been using for cleaning and groaned as he came over it and Astarion’s pale fingers.
Astarion’s mouth found Gale’s jaw and then his lips, tasting and swallowing the loudest of the human’s noises. He pulled his fingers out of Gale’s hole, but still grabbed and squeezed at the abused cheeks pruriently.
Gale finally regained his footing on shaking legs and dropped the towel before maneuvering Astarion to be face to face with him. He pulled Astarion in by his hips, initiating a deep, passionate kiss. When they broke free, he bent and pulled his jeans back up haphazardly and roughly pushed Astarion toward the back room with a salacious grin, before grabbing the paddle and following suit. He rushed up behind the vampire, and brought the paddle down with a generous backswing.
With a splintering rend, the handle broke off and the head of the paddle clattered to the floor. Astarion fell into a fit of laughter as Gale let the paddle join the rest of the broken toy, and then swung his open palm to Astarion’s behind, laughing harder at the help that came from the vampire.
Ten.