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wheretheharekissesthefox · 1 month ago

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Bon appétit - Chapter 1: Vanilla

[Astarion/Gale]

It's 2 a.m., Gale's tired and wants some food. Astarion, the cute barista/waiter at the Emerald Grove knows how to sate his cravings.

Trigger warning (18+): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, No Wizard, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Cum Eating, Fellatio, Fingering, Rimming, Unrealistic Refractory Period, Food Puns, Cheesy Dialog (Pun intended), Improvised Lube & Sex toys (don't try this at home kids), Gale is tired and hungry (literally), Astarion eats Gale (figuratively), Waiter Astarion, Professor Gale

Inspired by: period cravings

Brainstormed by: insomnia

Cooked up by: yours truly

Presented by: AO3 & tumblr

Served to: @patheticfangirl

Eaten up by: you

The only thing that was still open at two a.m. on a Tuesday was the Emerald Grove. The tiny café/bistro was tucked away in a back alley between a bakery and an electronics store. One had to navigate into the unlit, narrow alley and between dumpsters to reach it.

Gale sighed a breath of relief when he saw its bright green neon sign cutting through the darkness like a beacon. It had taken him much longer than anticipated to flee the board meeting at Blackstaff University. His ex-wife had made it almost unbearable and Gale was 95% sure he'd be fired in the next few weeks because of her. Mystra was talking about him in the most unflattering ways and spreading lies about his credibility. Gale was so tired of it. And now, he wanted to drown his sorrow in some coffee and comfort food.

The bells over the door chimed happily as he entered the Emerald Grove.

"We're closed!" growled the man who was mopping the floor and Gale's heart made a somersault. It was the beautiful barista/waiter with the lithe, lean frame and the platinum blond hair. His name was Astarion if the nametag on his dark green shirt could be trusted. Gale had a bit of a crush on him, his heart pounding whenever this ethereal beauty handed him his order with a pretty smile and a flirty wink. Okay, it was more than a small crush, it was a massive one.

Brushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear, Gale cleared his throat. Without looking up from his task, the other repeated: "I said we're closed."

"I know, but nothing else is open at this wee hour in the morning and your sign's still on," replied Gale bravely. Astarion sighed deeply, finally looking up, and his eyes widened in recognition.

"Oh, it's you. Hello, Professor."

"Hello." Gale felt the blush spread across his face. "I won't bother you for long, I promise, but I'd like to buy a coffee and whatever's left from the day. I had a rather strenuous and unpleasant evening, you see, and I'm craving the comfort of food."

Oh, God, he was rambling. Gale bit his tongue to cut himself off. Mystra had always told him how annoying his prattling was and that it was the reason why nobody liked him.

"Ah, you've worked up an appetite, huh, darling?" The waiter winked as he teased Gale and the latter's stomach flipped at the sight. "Let's see what we can do about that."

Astarion rushed over to the counter and washed his hands in the sink before taking stock of the inventory.

"Unfortunately, there's not much left. Halsin always brings the leftovers down to the homeless shelter, but I might be able to throw something together for you."

"Thank you," smiled Gale. "I didn't peg you for a cook."

"How dare you? I'm very good at cutting up fruit," retorted Astarion and winked. Gale immediately turned crimson, embarrassed of letting his mouth run without a filter.

"Uh... uhm... apologies. It wasn't my intention to -"

"It's fine, darling."

Astarion waved him off as he prepared Gale's coffee.

"Sooo... what exactly do you mean with 'strenuous and unpleasant evening'?" he asked, casually. "You weren't at the gym, were you?"

With a deep sigh, Gale looked down at himself, noting the way his round belly jutted out.

"Stop that." Astarion's words snapped him out of his self-loathing. "You look perfect, darling. All soft and round edges. Beautiful. Like a sugar-coated donut or a fluffy red velvet cake."

Gale barked a laugh, feeling just a tad bit better about himself.

"And you are like... like a cremeschnitte; tall, lean, and wonderfully pale. And your hair looks like spun sugar, your eyes like raw beetroot carpaccio."

"Mmh, really? It's true that I like it raw," lilted Astarion, running a hand through his curls.

Gale's brain stuttered. Did he just -?

"Oh, ah, uhm," stammered the professor uneloquently. The other man observed him, snickering, reddish brown eyes blown wide. He turned around again to prepare a sandwich, layering a milk bread roll with home-made mayo, finely-sliced ham, pickled onions, and fresh tomatoes and lettuce from Halsin's huge garden. Astarion topped it off with some salt and black pepper. He slid the plate over the counter, bending over it lasciviously.

"Here you go, darling. Bon appétit. Eat up."

"Thank you."

Gale grabbed the sandwich and took a bite, moaning lowly at the mingling of flavours.

"It's delightful," he praised.

"Oh, shush." Astarion waved him off, his pale face flushing a lovely shade of pink. "You don't have to lie."

"I'd never," retorted Gale, stuffing the rest of the food into his mouth. Astarion gazed at him intensively.

"I love watching you eat," he revealed. "Whenever you sit down to eat your breakfast or lunch in here, I can't help myself but look at you. You always make the simplest foods seem like a gourmet dish."

"Well, uhm... The simplicity and familiarity of certain meals provide more comfort than a five-course meal in a restaurant," Gale explained. "When you're feeling down, there's nothing better for your soul than a cheese sandwich, tomato soup, or mac and cheese."

"Hah! True," laughed Astarion, eyes twinkling. Before Gale had the chance to ogle at him any longer, the blond turned around to clean up the counter once more. After finishing his coffee, Gale had found the courage to speak.

"To answer your earlier question; I had a board meeting at the university and had to endure my ex-wife's backstabbing scheming. Since the divorce, she's determined to destroy my career despite the fact that she's the one who'd been unfaithful."

Astarion made a face.

"What a bitch, huh?"

Gale snorted humourlessly.

"Not my choice of words, but yes."

The blond eyed him with pursed lips.

"Do you still have feelings for her?" he asked.

"God, no! Those have died the day I found her with another man in our bed."

"Yikes!" Astarion wrinkled his nose and Gale sighed again, tiredly.

"I just want it to be over, you know? I want to move on, but she makes it rather difficult for me."

"I see..." Astarion looked at him with compassion. "I can imagine how you feel. I had my fair share of fucked up relationships too."

"I'm sorry about that," Gale said sincerely.

"Thank you, darling, but it's all in the past now. I decided not to be defined by the choices other people made any longer," Astarion told him.

"Good," smiled Gale, softly. Astarion turned around quickly, muttering under his breath: "Oh, fuck me..."

Gale's head shot up.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, darling. Would you like dessert?"

"Always," chuckled Gale. At that, Astarion twirled around, grinning at him.

"Unfortunately, the only thing on the menu is me," he announced with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Gale sputtered, flushing. The blond chuckled amused.

"Don't play coy, darling, I can see the way you look at me." Astarion's eyes danced with mirth, a smirk on his handsome face. "I know what you want." He sauntered closer. "You want to be seen, to be tasted, and darling, don't you worry; I'll eat you right up."

Gale's mouth went dry and he swallowed nervously.

"I -," he croaked out, but Astarion shushed him with a finger pressed to his lips.

"What can I served you first? Something sweet or something spicy?"

"Uuh..." Gale's mind had gone blank. For the first time in his life, he was speechless. Playfully, Astarion tapped against his own bottom lip.

"You seem like the type who prefers it sweet, don't you, darling? You have a sweet tooth."

Gale could only nod dumbly and the other man grinned.

"Perfect."

Without further ado, Astarion pulled him into a kiss. It was soft and gentle, almost coy. This close, Gale could smell the blond's cologne - rosemary, bergamot, brandy - and tasted spearmint and cold cigarette smoke on his tongue. It was heaven.

Too soon, Astarion drew back.

"You taste divine, darling," he sighed before dropping to his knees and quickly pulling down Gale's pants. With a wicked grin, he looked up through dark lashes, stealing the professor's breath away. "Let me taste you here too."

A whimper escaped Gale as he nodded frantically.

"Oh, thank fuck," Astarion blurted out and wrapped his lips around Gale's cock.

"Oh, God!" the latter cried out. With a shit-eating grin, the blond let go of him to reply: "Just call me Astarion."

"Gale."

"Hm?"

"I'm - I'm Gale."

"What a lovely name," purred Astarion. "A storm. A tempest. Like twirling sugar in a cotton candy machine."

Gale couldn't help the laugh bubbling up and out of him. What a ridiculous man. Ridiculously wonderful. Winking, Astarion engulfed him once more, starting to suck him off in earnest. Gale moaned, gripping the counter behind him to keep himself upright. Astarion licked and sucked on his cock as if it was a delicacy, pulling back the foreskin and tonguing the slit as if to gather up warm vanilla sauce. Gale cried out. It had been so long since he'd received head. Mystra had always hated it. When Astarion slid a finger into his hole, rubbing up against his prostate, Gale knew it was over. One last thrust and he was coming, pumping his cum into Astarion's mouth like it was sticky sweet syrup for coffee drinks. The blond gulped it all down dutifully, eyes on half-mast. Then, with a small gasp, Astarion popped off, swallowing once more and licking his lips.

"You're delicious, darling," he praised, making Gale blush. "But I'm still craving more. Turn around, my sweet."

How could he deny this man anything when he was looking up at him as if he was a fresh apple pie on a windowsill? Hurriedly, Gale obeyed, placing his elbows on the counter and spreading his legs. With a pleased hum, Astarion thumbed along the professor's plush ass cheeks before licking a stripe across his hole and then wiggling his tongue into him. Whining, Gale pushed his ass back into Astarion's face, begging for more. Thankfully, he received what he wished for. Astarion was licking into him as if trying to reach for the chocolate filling in the centre of a croissant. Other than on one drunken occasion in college, no one had ever eaten Gale out. It was heaven. He rocked back, his hard cock dripping precum onto the floor as he huffed out little moans and whimpers. He heard the rustling of clothing and a guttural groan coming from behind, realising Astarion was jerking himself off. It made the whole situation even hotter.

"Oh, God, Astarion! So good. Please... more..."

The addressed moaned loudly, panting against Gale's hole and the latter realised the other had climaxed.

"Oooh, fuck!" sighed Astarion, kneading Gale's ass with one hand while still holding onto his spent cock with the other. He took a couple of deep, steadying breaths before getting onto his wobbly feet.

"Look at me, darling. Look what you're doing to me," he purred and Gale turned to catch the other's eyes. Astarion was flushed, pupils blown wide, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his neck. Wordlessly, he held out his soiled hand and Gale sucked on the offered fingers, one by one, as if they were coated in whipped cream instead of cum, curling his tongue around the digits to get every last speck of liquid. Astarion bit his lip as he watched, looking utterly wrecked, and moaned like Gale was sucking his cock instead of his fingers.

"Darling," he purred, "you're a delight. Now, take your clothes off. I want to see you in your full glory, without the wrapping paper. And bend over again."

Giggling at the silly dirty talk, Gale followed the instructions. Astarion quickly and elegantly stripped too. Then, he leaned over the counter to fetch an olive oil dispenser. It had a long, narrow nozzle, perfect for drizzling a controlled amount of oil into a pan. Carefully, Astarion inserted said nozzle into Gale's hole and tipped it up to let the olive oil run into his gut. Gale gasped at the coolth trickling into him. Astarion kneaded his left ass cheek, muttering: "Now, now, darling. I'm sure you know that meat must be marinated before it can be cooked. It's the secret to a delicious meal."

He retracted the oil dispenser and sat it on the counter before massaging Gale's buttocks with both hands. Some of the oil escaped and Astarion pushed it back in with a thumb. A small kiss was placed on the professor's neck and a sweet voice whispered into his ear: "Ready, darling?"

Gale could only nod and then moan wantonly as Astarion's cock sunk into him until bottoming out.

"God, you're perfect," sighed the blond, sounding breathless and in awe. Gale whimpered, arching his back. It made Astarion chuckle a bit. He kissed the professor's shoulder before gripping his hips and starting to pound into him, setting a brutal pace. Gale cried out in surprise and ecstasy, meeting every thrust.

"That's it, darling," growled Astarion as he fucked Gale fast and hard. "I'll stuff you so full, you'll leak for days."

The addressed whined at that, his cock twitching and dribbling onto the floor. With one last thrust, Astarion buried himself deep in his ass, coming, and Gale was filled to the brim like a cream donut. The latter's eyes rolled back in his head as he exploded all over the floor and the side of the counter with a high-pitched wail.

"Oh, you're such a treat, darling," purred Astarion into his ear, making Gale shudder pleasantly. Exertion made itself know though, and as soon as Astarion pulled out, Gale collapsed onto the floor.

"Oh, darling..."

The blond looked at him with a soft expression, carding his fingers through Gale's hair that had gotten loose from the previous messy bun. Moonstruck and almost reverently, Gale gazed up at the other man, once more enraptured by his beauty. Astarion bent down to place a gentle kiss on Gale's lips. With one last stroke through the greying hair, he walked away and Gale started panicking slightly. Had he done something wrong? Had he interpret the situation faultily? His breath got caught in his throat, chest tightening with anxiety.

"Astarion?"

"I'll be right back, don't you worry, darling," came the answer from the other side of the counter. Gale sighed in relief, slumping down slightly. Astarion returned soon after, holding a freshly washed cucumber in his hands and stroking it lewdly.

"I don't want you to run off just yet," he purred. "Would you indulge me again?"

"Yes," Gale answered. He'd do anything Astarion asked for, no matter how degrading, and that scared him a little. But Astarion wasn't a cruel man. He pulled Gale into another kiss before lubing up the cucumber with some olive oil.

"On your back, darling. Spread like a buffet."

"Bon appétit, baby," snickered Gale, quoting the Katy Perry song. The other man laughed amused.

"You got me," he snickered. "Sorry, I know that's cheesy."

"I like it," replied Gale and realised it wasn't even a lie. Astarion giggled, seemingly excited, as he kneeled down next to the professor. Slowly, he pushed the cucumber into Gale's ass inch by inch. It was devoured by that greedy hole and Astarion giggled again when he succeeded to push all of the glorious nine inches of fresh veg into Gale who squirmed and moaned while going cross-eyed due to ecstasy.

"That's it, darling. Eat your vegetables," snickered Astarion and started to fuck Gale with the cucumber. The latter moaned loudly and shamelessly, rolling his hips up as the makeshift dildo reached him so deeply. Without warning, the blond suddenly straddled him and bent down to suck his cock. Gale shouted throatily, burying his fingers in Astarion's ass cheeks. Then, he wrapped his lips around the cock that was dangling in front of his face, teasingly like a sausage. Gale slurped him down, still not fully able to grasp that he was 69ing for the first time since his honeymoon twelve years ago. Fuck, it felt good. Instead of mourning its long absence from his life, Gale enjoyed every second of it in the now. This was real. Having Astarion's gorgeous cock down his throat as said beautiful man had his mouth on him while fucking him with a cucumber was real. Moaning blissfully, Gale sucked Astarion's cock like it was a lollipop. With a grunt, the blond spilled down Gale's throat and the latter drank it down like a vanilla milkshake, coming undone and spilling his seeds across the other's tongue once more.

"Fuck..." With a sigh, Astarion drew back and sat up, his bare ass planted on the freshly-mopped stone floor. Gale's head was still spinning, chest heaving. He was a mess; covered in sweat, his hair messy, lips swollen, and ass leaking still-warm cum. But it was all worth it for the way Astarion gazed at him. There was something soft in those reddish brown eyes as he muttered: "Look at you, darling. Stuffed and glistening like a turkey on Thanksgiving. You make my mouth water. You make me want to come back for seconds."

"I wouldn't mind," Gale blurted out.

"Oh, you sweet, generous thing." Astarion grinned wolfishly and he bent down to kiss Gale breathless. "I'll never get enough of you."

As they cuddled on the cold stone floor in the middle of the Emerald Grove, Gale hoped Astarion was telling the truth.

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