Dearest Anon, I am giving you the most enthusiastic high-five right now. 🙌💯💯💯
Not only because this ask is magnificent, and not only because I squealed when I read it, but because you sent it to me at 10:28pm on November 1st.
Anon, the fact that you couldn’t even last 24 hours into No Nut November before sending in an ask about No Nut November is absolutely perfect. And do you know why?
Because being unable to last 24 hours into No Nut November is exactly what would happen to Gale.
Truthfully, the hardest part of this ask was coming up with why in the hells Gale would ever agree to participate in NNN in the first place. In fact, I think he would be positively incensed at the very idea: “…an entire MONTH of abstaining from pleasures of the flesh?! Simply to prove that it can be done?! Well! I could chop off an arm and cast spells one-handed to prove that it could be done, but it’s hardly something I’d willingly partake in!”
However! For the sake of this fantastic ask, we’ll say that he was convinced and agreed to try.
But the real crux of the matter, and your actual question, is what Tav would do about this situation. And the truth is, I really don’t think Tav would even have to try hard (or uh…at all) to make Gale fail at NNN.
Picture this series of events with me, anon:
- Gale waking up with Tav in his arms (or he in theirs)
- Drinking in the sight of his beloved as he does every morning
- Noticing that Tav’s nightshirt is unlaced, their shoulder and chest uncovered and in full view
- Their leg draped over his, thigh fully exposed
- Gale already uncomfortably hard due to it being the morning
- Tav innocently shifting and repositioning themselves to snuggle closer, their leg brushing over his bulge
- Gale doing everything in his power not to audibly moan, thoughts flooding his mind of how they’d made love in the morning just a few days past. Remembering Tav pulling him from sleep by riding him as though their life depended on it. Thinking of Tav’s thighs clamping around his midsection, and then around his head, the taste of Tav on his tongue as he—
- Gale not rolling out of bed so much as falling out of it.
- Apologizing profusely, frantically getting dressed in his teaching robes, giving Tav a chaste kiss on the forehead, and all but running out the door
- Tav joining Gale for lunch at the Academy as usual
- The faculty lounge being so crowded that Tav has to sit on Gale’s lap
- Beads of sweat forming on Gale’s forehead as Tav blithely chats with the other Professors
- Gale trying not to think about Tav’s perfectly shaped ass
- Gale trying not to think about how good it feels pressed against him
- Gale trying not to think, period
- Fumbling or dropping his fork every time Tav shifts slightly
- Apologizing for his clumsiness to the point of babbling, even as Tav reassures him it’s fine. Tav finally just putting their finger over Gale’s lips to get him to stop
- It taking every ounce of willpower for Gale to not take Tav’s finger in his mouth
- Lunch ending with Gale looking as flushed and sweaty as if he’d just ran a marathon rather than sat for 45 minutes
- Tav asking him if he’s okay and Gale reassuring them that he’s fine
- Grateful that they cannot see his orb scar through his thick teaching robes, certain it is glowing blindingly bright purple
- Kissing Tav goodbye, this time on the lips. Instantly realizing his mistake as the thought occurs to him that he could just dimension door them both into his private office, and—
- Hastily breaking the kiss and telling Tav he hopes they have a good afternoon, he’ll see them this evening, he loves them
- Spending the rest of the afternoon steeling his resolve
- Barely able to pay attention to his class
- Muttering to himself that it’s just 30 days! Surely that is surmountable! His bond with Tav is incomparable, they are tethered at the soul, their love goes beyond just the physical, even if that aspect is magnificent and life-giving and—
- Ending class early when he realizes he’s mistakenly conjured Tav’s likeness when he was supposed to be channeling the Weave
- Arriving home, escaping to the kitchen to start dinner, praying that Tav is busy elsewhere in the tower
- Relieved to find a note that they will be home a bit later
- Focusing on dinner preparation to the point that he doesn’t realize how much time has passed
- Looking up to see Tav has arrived home. The air suddenly thick with their sweet musk
- Gale, realizing from their glistening muscles, flushed cheeks and battle gear that they have been off doing their weekly practice at the local armory
- Gale, completely mesmerized as a single bead of sweat rolls down their neck and over their heaving chest
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- Tav, greeting Gale with a quick kiss, suddenly finding themselves caught in his embrace
- A purple hue rapidly covering Gale’s chest
- His eyes dark, face flushed
- His mouth hovering over Tav’s, his voice sounding parched. “Forgive me, my love. I seem to have made a mistake.”
- Performing a quick spell with a single hand motion, changing the date on every calendar in the Tower. “I thought it was November 1st when we awoke this morning. My most humble apologies. It appears to actually be December 1st.”
- Tav, their lips brushing Gale’s, laughing. “Oh? My goodness, November seemed to absolutely fly by.”
- Gale, pulling Tav even closer, his lips brushing theirs as he whispers, “With any luck, December will feel like it lasts a lifetime,” before claiming their mouth with his own.
