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Gale's not sure how he even got here. One moment he was making half-flirtatious small talk in his local cafe with the large man who smiles at him every morning when he passes him in the park, doing pushups and working on his already impressive biceps while Gale works on eating his donut before class. The next... well.

“Before we proceed,” the man murmurs against his lips, while Gale is still reeling from the fact that this is even happening. “There's something we need to discuss.”

“Right,” Gale huffs, pulling himself together with all his might. “We haven't even exchanged names, god.”

“Hah, no, that detail might have some merit as well. I'm Halsin.”

“Gale,” he manages, swaying close to those lips again, but Halsin is straightening up enough that he'll have to strain to reach, and that's enough of a sign that he should contain himself. Jeez, he needs to get laid more often if all it takes to get him this desperate is a couple of heated glances, a few polite words, and a chance meeting in a men's room.

“Pleasure to meet you, Gale. And I hope the pleasures will only increase further. If… you appreciate what I have to offer?”

“What, you're going to tell me you have some kind of magic fingers or something?” Gale asks, maybe a little hysterical, he's so hard already it's making him dizzy.

Halsin huffs. “I suppose that's for you to decide later. But you need to be aware beforehand of what I don't have.”

“Don't?”

“Yes. I don't have any... well. No cock.”

Gale is far too worked up to connect those dots in a timely manner, but Halsin waits patiently as Gale's brain graciously catches him up. “Oh. Oh. You're uh. Trans?”

“Yes. If that's something you won't appreciate, now is the time to tell me,” Halsin says, sounding entirely reasonable, but, even buzzing with lust, Gale can feel the uncertainty and wariness pouring off Halsin, and, god, how he wishes they didn't live in a world where anyone different would have to worry so much about a simple hookup.

“Oh, no skin off my teeth.”

Halsin's relieved grin makes something sweet swirl in Gale's gut, and, oh no, this could end up being a little more than just a sweaty coupling on a random Wednesday. “Glad to hear it. I assure you, there's plenty of delights ahead.”

“Please,” Gale begs, actually begs, because he's starting to feel like he might genuinely combust if he doesn't get to kiss more, and Halsin bends down easily. And holy hell can he ever kiss.

Gale whimpers into it, arms clinging around Halsin's strong neck, practically hanging off him, and only the sound of someone shouting something unrelated right outside the door brings him back to the fact that this might be a slightly too public venue. Not that Gale himself would entirely mind. He's aware he's got certain kinks, but those are best kept out of it until there's at least been a chance for some communication.

That said, Halsin seems just as eager to just rut together where they stand, and it takes monumental effort for Gale to pull himself free of Halsin's intoxicating mouth.

“God,” Gale wheezes, planting his hands firmly on Halsin's ridiculous chest to not get tempted to go in again. “We should- my place?” he asks breathlessly. “It's only a short walk away, but if you'd rather-”

Halsin swoops in for another dizzying kiss before mercifully pulling away and straightening up.

“Lead the way,” he says hotly, a fire in his eyes, and Gale has to first adjust his obscenely and obviously hard cock, and then arrange his hoodie to cover his crotch to be only somewhat decent.

In this one case Gale finds himself briefly wishing he was the one with no cock to deal with.

He can barely string a coherent thought together as he hurries back to his apartment, almost entirely focused on the blazing hot mountain of lust only a step behind him the whole way. And he'd be embarrassed about his eagerness if Halsin hadn't been just as obviously desperate, hands sneaking across Gale's waist and under his shirt as he fumbles through his messenger bag for his keys. By the time he's got them in hand and is shakily unlocking his door, Halsin's lips are on the back of his neck, and he really hopes none of the neighbors hear his undignified whimper as they tumble inside. 

It's dim in his apartment, but it's honestly better this way. Gale already feels like he's going to implode, he can only imagine it would feel worse still if he could properly see all the goddamn skin Halsin is readily baring before the front door is even closed behind them as Gale is still wobbling out of his shoes.

“You should lead the way to a bed, unless you’d like to continue this on the floor right here,” Halsin warns, stepping out of his pants almost menacingly, and Gale flees to his bedroom with Halsin in hot pursuit. Almost literally so. Gale has the brief thought that Halsin might well be into some predator and prey roleplay. Maybe in the woods? Halsin just gives off that nature-loving vibe…

And that’s as far as Gale’s thoughts go before he’s tackled onto his bed, and to say he’s being devoured wouldn’t be at all inaccurate. 

Halsin paws at him, yanking at his clothing and the stupid messenger bag Gale never even thought to drop. It’s probably the least graceful disrobing Gale has ever done, but it’s at least efficient, and it’s a matter of seconds before he’s out of his hoodie and Halsin is pulling his pants and underwear off in one fell swoop, not even pausing for breath before coming up for a kiss so hungry Gale makes a shameful sound of need right into Halsin’s mouth.

There’s so much of them touching all of a sudden, it’s overwhelming, and Gale almost drowns in it. He’s usually just a little better at this, has a little more sense and a little more calm, at least just enough to consider what his partner’s wants and needs might be.

But, then again, it’s not like he has to ask , Halsin is broadcasting in every possible sense how badly he wants to eat Gale alive, and Gale is by no means unhappy with this. 

“I want… to lick you all over,” Halsin pants against his lips, and Gale can once again only whimper. Oh, how he wants that. But he’s also had certain unfortunate experiences, and while it hasn’t put him off one night stands it has made him insist on certain measures.

“Safety,” he gasps, as Halsin is making good on his word and licking down to bite at Gale’s nipple. “I- I must insist on safety.”

“Of course,” Halsin says, not sounding remotely put off by it, but also not stopping for a second in his mission to lick every inch of Gale’s chest. 

“Guh-”

“Do you have your own? I regret to say I brought nothing for myself. I wasn’t exactly planning on activities like these this afternoon.”

“Me neither, oh god,” Gale gasps, and flails a useless arm towards his bedside table. “In there. Condoms. And such.” 

He finally gets a moment to breathe when Halsin releases him to go rummage in the drawer, and makes an approving little noise. “Huh. You’re well stocked.”

“Had some… unpleasant incidents in the past. Certain experiences leave you wary.”

“Indeed,” Halsin agrees, and roots around for a bit before choosing a few things, and then going right back to wrecking Gale with his mouth as if he never paused. He’s clearly also not unfamiliar with anything in the drawer, because he opens and unfolds a dental dam with sure hands, and Gale barely knows what’s happening before his legs are over his head, held up with one massive arm, and Halsin is diving between his ass cheeks like he’s literally intending to eat him.

There’s no avoiding the outright yelp Gale makes, and he has just enough thought left over to hope his neighbors aren’t home before he forgets how to make thoughts and just lets it happen. 

“Oh, god in heaven,” he wheezes, and reaches down to pull at his cock without a thought, because he could come like this, so very easily, bent in half and licked and mouthed into oblivion. 

“Can you,” Halsin mutters, seemingly unwilling to stop long enough to ask a full question. “Can you go again?”

Normally it wouldn’t be a sure thing, but considering the last half hour or so, Gale has never been more sure in his life that he will be hard again at the merest suggestion, even if he comes his brains out now. 

“Yes. Oh yes, absolutely, god, don’t stop,” he begs, the last few words coming out in a jumble as he strokes himself with a shaky arm squeezed awkwardly between his raised legs. Halsin isn’t letting up for even a second, and it’s coming, there’s no stopping it, the wave is cresting. The pressure just behind his balls is building with no disruption, and, as if sensing it, Halsin makes a truly obscene noise of delight, his nose tucked up right against Gale’s perinium, as he digs his teeth in just hard enough that Gale can feel the bite through the latex, right on his rim, and comes in a flood that would normally embarrass him, but feels like the only way it could happen right now. 

“Ah! Oh, god, g-guh,” he stutters as his cock spurts, Halsin nosing up under his balls in a way that feels strangely tender after the almost feral way he was just eating Gale out. 

“Has it been a while?” Halsin asks, breath hot against Gale’s inner thigh, and he has to struggle to slam enough brain cells together for an answer. 

“Uhh. Define a while.”

Halsin makes a wonderful sound of amusement, and finally helps Gale put his shaking legs down properly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Gale wouldn’t necessarily say so, but he also wouldn’t disagree. He’s in that strange murky space between a dry spell and a much needed breather after Mystra. He hasn’t yet decided whether he even wants another relationship, much less one as obsessive and long term as his last. He’d had one night flings before her, and even a couple of them in their phases of being broken up before inevitably getting back together. 

He’s still not sure what, exactly, he wants out of this thing with Halsin, but right now he’s getting his goddamn mind blown, and he’ll be more than happy if that’s all it is. 

Halsin seems plenty happy as well, occupying himself with rubbing and kissing Gale’s shuddering thighs, but there’s no way he isn’t also dying for his own release, so Gale gestures at him with both hands. “Up here. Come up here, please.”

Going easily, Gale once again has to marvel at just how much of Halsin there is, how easily Gale's entire body is covered by heavy, sun-browned muscle, and as much as he wishes it wasn’t the case, he can’t help but feel inferior with his pale, pudgy self. But that’s simply all the more reason to show Halsin what he can do. 

First, more kissing, because it’s frankly unfair how good Halsin is at it. And he clearly loves it, making small rumbly noises against Gale’s lips, nipping at them, and licking deep into him.

“Anything you don’t like?” Gale asks in a brief pause for breath. He can vaguely recall having talked to a trans man once who disliked vaginal penetration, and he figures it can’t hurt to check. 

“Nothing comes to mind,” is all Halsin says, panting, and oh yes, there’s no doubt he’s needy as well, his cunt leaving slick trails on Gale’s thigh as their legs tangle. 

“Then let me take care of you, now.”

Halsin goes so easily when Gale rolls them over, and watches with hunger in his eyes as Gale rummages for another couple of things from his drawer and gets to work on his best party trick. 

As toxic and ultimately damaging his relationship with Mystra had been, she’d at least been a diligent teacher of cunnilingus, and while he’s not about to thank her specifically for the talent, the practice at least kept him at peak. 

It takes no time at all to slip on a latex glove and unfold another dental dam, and there’s absolutely no need for lube of any kind, because Halsin is dripping before Gale has even touched him. 

“Ohhhh,” Halsin says on a long sigh as Gale slides a slow finger into him, and slurps generously at his clit through the sheet. “Oh, yes, wonderful.”

Mystra may have trained him in oral, but this particular skill is all Gale’s own. He multitasks like a pro, easily holding the dam in place with one hand, gently fingering Halsin’s wet folds with the other, and also giving his clit all the attention it demands and deserves. 

“Oh. Oh, oh. Oh,” is the only word Halsin seems to know anymore, which Gale takes as a good sign, and inserts another finger, massaging generously. “Oh, heavens! ”

Two words. Impressive.

It’s like a dance, doing things like this. Like making music, two hands on a piano or a guitar, mouth providing song. Gale has always loved giving pleasure. Some might say too much, considering how Mystra delighted in taking advantage of that fact. But at least for right now it’s only proper, and he feels himself harden all over again as Halsin moans and clenches around his fingers. 

“Another?” he asks, and Halsin only nods, a whimper on his breath. 

The third finger is a tighter fit, but, from how Halsin’s stomach muscles are clenching and his legs are shaking, it’s only welcome. 

“Gale,” he grits out between harsh breaths. “Faster, please, faster.”

Happy to oblige, Gale follows that directive, thrusting his fingers in as deep as they’ll go, while redoubling his attentions to Halsin’s large and proud clit, twitching under his tongue. 

“AH!” Halsin yells, damn near jack-knifing off the bed, body taut, and Gale knows this dance all too well, not letting up for a second. The sound of his fingers and his tongue are obscene , and forget being a good neighbor, Halsin roars as he comes, slick bursting out over the entire glove, and his clit jumping in time with his clenching insides. 

“Ah! Fuck, ah! ” 

Somehow the profanity catches Gale off guard, and he smiles against the latex as he licks Halsin through it. 

“Holy hell, you’re good at that,” Halsin wheezes, twitching one last time before yanking Gale up for more kissing. “Please,” he murmurs between their lips. “Please tell me you’re ready again soon.”

“Anytime you want.” And he is, he’s damn near throbbing already from the intensity of it all. 

Halsin gropes blindly for the condom he fished out of the drawer earlier, and Gale quickly gets everything else out of the way, maybe or maybe not actually hitting the trash can next to the bed. That’s a problem for tomorrow, frankly, and he focuses for the moment on getting the damn condom on.

“Any… any particular- oh,” is as far as Gale gets before Halsin is up and on all fours, fingers flicking his clit and eyes blazing with challenge over his shoulder. 

“Hard and deep, is my preference. In case you were wondering.”

Gale was, in fact, and he scrambles closer, eager to fulfil every wish this gorgeous, unreal man in his bed might have. 

“As you wish,” he promises breathlessly as Halsin shifts lower to account for their height difference, letting his chest fall to the mattress once Gale starts pressing inside. He goes slow, but obviously might as well not have bothered, since Halsin pushes back against him, eager, perhaps even still riding on his orgasm. The hearty groan he lets out when Gale bottoms out seem to suggest as much, and he wastes no time giving Halsin what he wants.

Slick spatters out between them as he slams home, and Halsin makes noises like he’s being stabbed in the best way with every thrust. Words that may or may not be yes, please, more fall from his lips but mostly end up in the mattress. Not that it matters, his entire body surges to meet Gale’s every movement, eagerness evident in everything he does. 

Gale’s hands are sweaty on Halsin’s hips, but his grip is sure, and he pulls Halsin back to meet him again and again, hoping his stamina holds up. He’s definitely not the most fit guy in the world. Especially compared to someone like Halsin who obviously works out. The most exercise Gale gets on an average day is walking to campus and back, perhaps with detours to coffee shops or a grocery store. 

But he’s got determination, and, even as sweat beads on his brow he doesn’t let up, ramming inside Halsin’s welcoming heat and softness again and again. It’s beautiful, really, how the slick glistens everywhere, in his lightly curled pubes, the generous fur on his ass and thighs, not to mention Gale’s own body hair. There’s not yet been invented protection from splashback , and Gale’s own treasure trail and pubic hair is already darkened with all the fluids gathering between them. 

Not that this is a deterrent, at all. Had Gale not felt such a need for caution he would have reveled in it, delighted in leaving them both as messy and wet as possible. He can’t help the passing thought that perhaps if this happens enough times he could convince Halsin to go exclusive, at least for a while. Get them both tested, and then indulge in some real debauchery. 

The tought makes him harden just a little further, and he’s unashamed of it. He knows his own desires and especially now that Mystra isn’t around anymore to wrinkle her nose at some of his more niche interests, he can feel free to indulge in them as much as he wants. 

“God, fuck,” Halsin groans, back bowing, and Gale feels him clench. “Please, continue,” he begs, before Gale can ask, and while it’s certainly more of a challenge now, he doesn’t stop his rhythm for even a moment. 

“Yes! Yes, keep going, yes.”

Gale is wheezing by now, but nothing short of a heart attack could make him stop, as Halsin seemingly comes again and again, or perhaps just rolls through one very long climax, it’s hard to tell. All Gale knows is that he’s squeezing his cock into the tightest, wettest, most wonderful place in the world, over and over again, and he’s going to come his goddamn brains out in about a minute. No matter how much his thighs are starting to burn. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t sto-op,” Halsin stutters, cunt squeezing until Gale legitimately can’t move anymore, and it’s too much, far too much. 

He fills the condom with a strangled whimper, and feels Halsin shake against him, breaths coming fast and shuddering. At some point he stopped touching himself, because both hands are now clawing into a pillow, a few feathers coming out around his fingers. Gale might be annoyed at that if he didn’t just fuck a man so good he ripped holes in a pillow.

Gale will happily put that notch in his belt. 

They separate with mutual groans, and had Halsin been a smaller man Gale might have been more cautious. But, as it is, he simply collapses onto his broad back, and Halsin in turn collapses onto the mattress, and for a few long moments they both just lay there, gasping for breath. 

“That… was exceptional,” Gale manages after a while, and feels Halsin’s chest jump under him with a laugh. 

“Indeed. And I say this as someone who’s had… quite a few partners.”

He turns around slowly, giving Gale time to adjust to the new position, and they end up once again chest to chest, mouths meeting lazily now. 

“You’re a marvel,” Halsin says into a kiss, hand coming up to card through Gale’s sweaty locks. Probably leaving a few feathers in them.

“I have been told I'm quite talented, yes.”

“And humble as well.”

He shrugs, unashamed of that particular aspect of his nature. “When one is not blessed with a body like yours, well. The mind will have to be your point of pride.”

It wasn’t meant as a subtle dig at his own body, though, subconsciously, it probably was. But Halsin pauses, hands reaching down to grope at Gale’s generous love handles.

"Your body is not my body, and nor should it be. I don’t find a body like my own sexually attractive. Pleasing, sure. But a body like yours… he trails off, chest heaving with a heavy breath. “God, you’re exquisite.”

Gale knows, logically, that he’s not ugly. He’s got a handsome face, great hair, no obvious blemishes or any off-putting health problems. He’s just… a little soft around the middle and without even a hint of upper arm definition. Perhaps his ass is a little saggy too from all the sitting in his daily life, and he sometimes sighs wistfully at the knowledge that he’ll never be as trim or strong as he would like to be. 

But, as Halsin gropes him and gazes at him like he’s a treasure, Gale realizes in the clarity of hindsight that Mystra never missed a chance to scoff at his imperfections. To nag about his diet or throw little barbs at him about his dust-covered gym membership card. He’d tried to improve for her, tried to wow her with his mind instead of his body, since she obviously found it lacking. And he’d succeeded for the most part. But, even as their relationship crashed and burned in the worst, most toxic way, it never really hit home for him how much damage she’d done to his self-image. 

Perhaps mere minutes after mind-blowing sex isn’t the best time for introspection, but it’s happening, and Halsin eventually realizes he’s not present, and reaches up to cup his cheek.

“Where did you go, sweetheart?”

Hell, Mystra never even used any endearments for him either, he realizes. Just his name. Professor, if she felt like playfully - or not so playfully - mocking him for his attempts at being clever. He’d called her darling. My love. Beautiful. Honey, only once. She disliked that one. 

“Sorry,” Gale manages. “Those previous experiences that left me wary? Left some scars too. And I’m afraid it took me until now to realize some of them.” Looking up at Halsin and finding him still lovingly holding Gale and regarding him with admiration, he finds himself unable to resist the urge to ask.

“Do you… do you really think I’m… exquisite?”

“Oh, Gale. I swear to you. As many partners as I’ve had, I can’t say I’ve ever been so desperately attracted to someone that I made out with them in a men’s room after ten minutes of small talk.” Strong hands find their way to Gale’s ass and give a firm squeeze. “You made me lose my head entirely.”

“Truly?”

“I don’t usually initiate anything with someone before they know of my… intimate configuration either. But you were so alluring I couldn’t help myself. God, you have such terrifying power over me,” Halsin admits in a small voice, and Gale doesn’t think it has to do only with his, apparentlty, irresistable body. 

“I wouldn’t hurt you, if I could at all avoid it.”

“I know. I trust you wouldn’t. And that’s the kind of behavior that has gotten me in trouble before.”

Gale huffs. “So you’re too trusting and I’m too wary. What a pair we are.”

“Someone cheated on you?” Halsin asks, and Gale hadn’t planned on sharing, but they’re having this weirdly vulnerable moment now, so it might as well happen.

“My previous partner. Several times, through all the years we were together. And I later found out one of those affairs had HIV. She swore up and down they used protection, but since she never planned to tell me about all the other chosen ones she spent her time with, how could I trust even that?”

Halsin nods. “No wonder you’re cautious.”

“Well, I shared my closet skeleton. How about you?”

“I just gave my heart to people I thought knew me and loved me for who I was. But when they realized my preference for not tying myself to just one partner wasn’t just a throwaway line or a theoretical, they tossed me aside.”

“Oh, you’re poly?”

“Yes. I’m willing to be exclusive if a partner wishes, and I’ve promised as much several times. But, almost every time, the partner I thought loved me as I was eventually decided I was cured of that part of me, and… it hurt. Not to mention the whole gender thing, which is a whole other can of worms.”

“I can imagine,” Gale says softly, tucking a strand of Halsin’s wild hair behind his ear. “Turns out we both have some baggage. A lot of it. And yet… I find myself unable to face the idea of letting you leave this bed,” he admits, and Halsin’s saddened face relaxes into a beautific smile. 

“I confess, I feel the same. Hell, just the fact that I managed to thoughtlessly jump into bed with someone who has no issue with my gender makes me feel like it’s my lucky day.”

“For the record, I don’t have a problem with the poly thing either. I’m monogamous myself, but, if nothing else, I’ve learned that love is messy, and you need to be true to yourself.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“And,” Gale adds cautiously. “I’m certainly not against… trying new things. I hear threesomes are pretty good.”

Halsin laughs, and hugs Gale so tightly he has a hard time breathing for a moment. Or perhaps the breathlessness is from how gorgeous Halsin is when he’s laughing, eyes crinkled and mouth open with charming teeth. And when did Gale start thinking teeth were an attractive feature? Just now, probably. 

“Well,” Halsin says when his laugh peters off. “I can attest to that fact. Threesomes are very good. Foursomes too.”

“Goodness, you’ve been around.”

“And yet, I’m alone.”

And that’s the crux of it, isn’t it? Despite their different paths in life, they both ended up alone. And neither of them want to be. So why not try something new?

“Maybe we should change that, then,” Gale says, a delicate little flutter making itself known in his gut. “Would you like to stay in this bed until other responsibilities tear you away? And then perhaps return to it as soon as circumstances allow?”

Halsin cradles his cheek and leans in for a kiss so sweet it almost brings tears to Gale’s eyes. 

“I would love nothing more. I… confess I’ve had my eye on you for a while.”

“And I you,” Gale admits, and then a thought strikes him. “Did you… work out in the park that same time every morning to show off for me?”

“Yes. And to see you. Does that… bother you?”

Those flutters become a wild, flickering dance, all the way up to his chest, and Gale dives in for another kiss, far more passionate. “Not even a little bit. I don’t think I’ve ever been more flattered.”

Halsin huffs into their next kiss. “Should I do some pushups for you right now?”

“I wouldn’t complain. But I’d honestly rather see if we can’t go for a third round. There’s a lot of me you never got to taste,” Gale says cheekily, and laughs when Halsin immediately rolls them over to be on top again. 

“You are indeed correct. Let me rectify that at once.”

They need to talk. A lot, if they’re going to make this into more than a euphoric few nights. But Gale hasn’t felt giddy about someone like this since… long before Mystra, if he’s honest with himself. And, if nothing else, Halsin could hardly be more different to her. So it must be at least worth a try. 

“God, you drive me mad,” Halsin groans, biting at Gale’s soft stomach, and he shivers. 

Yes, definitely worth a shot.

End.