[ Lightning shot through him and it seemed to make his skin vibrate with the quality of it, the sheer unmitigated want that made his mouth run dry-- he nearly reached to keep Astarion back in the circle of his arms until he saw the way that Astarion slid off his shirt for him, tossing it to the ground with nary but a casual thought and that too seemed to play him like a particularly vibrant lute tune, where it took all in his power not to dash into those arms.
But Astarion had a goal and he was backing up to the bed and beckoning him to follow; hypnotized, Gale followed at a close enough pace.. pressing forehead to forehead until he could feel where there was no more going for the back of Astarion's knees had hit the bed, and then it was Gale's turn to push Astarion lightly (he had a strength of 8, it was not very hard whatsoever) and then he slid very cleanly to his knees.
Between those thighs, pushing palms to knees and then parting them so that he could settle there. Of course he had to look up at Astarion with those gasoline and gold eyes, and the barest whisper of a smile there before he leaned in to press a kiss to the top of that abdomen, cool like crystal and rather in the need for warming, but all of that in time. He would let Astarion feast on his flesh as if it was the last time.
As he believed it would be. ]
If I do anything you do not like, you will let me know-- correct? [ He was once again checking in on Astarion, making sure that he had that acknowledgement that Astarion would let him know if he crossed over some boundary-- kissed a spot that held unpleasant memories or touched in a spot that he was not comfortable with. ]
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But Astarion had a goal and he was backing up to the bed and beckoning him to follow; hypnotized, Gale followed at a close enough pace.. pressing forehead to forehead until he could feel where there was no more going for the back of Astarion's knees had hit the bed, and then it was Gale's turn to push Astarion lightly (he had a strength of 8, it was not very hard whatsoever) and then he slid very cleanly to his knees.
Between those thighs, pushing palms to knees and then parting them so that he could settle there. Of course he had to look up at Astarion with those gasoline and gold eyes, and the barest whisper of a smile there before he leaned in to press a kiss to the top of that abdomen, cool like crystal and rather in the need for warming, but all of that in time. He would let Astarion feast on his flesh as if it was the last time.
As he believed it would be. ]
If I do anything you do not like, you will let me know-- correct? [ He was once again checking in on Astarion, making sure that he had that acknowledgement that Astarion would let him know if he crossed over some boundary-- kissed a spot that held unpleasant memories or touched in a spot that he was not comfortable with. ]