[Astarion smiled as Gale came to him as beckoned, though something in that frankly smug and self-satisfied expression faltered before softening as the wizard rested their foreheads together. There was something sweetly intimate in the touch, and it made Astarion's cold, undead heart catch in his throat. He was caught enough off-guard that Gale would have no trouble with the pushing, thee vampire losing his balance and dropping to sit at the edge of the bed, fingers gripping into blankets beneath him.
He watched with rapt attention as Gale sank to his knees so prettily for him. So very pretty. His fingers moved to run through Gale's hair, pushing it back before curling their, gripping. Almost gently. His stomach caved in a ticklish flutter beneath those lips, but it was the words that went the furthest in undoing him.
To know that even now, on this final night before every promised tomorrow ceased to be, Gale cared about Astarion and what he wanted. Not trusting his voice, he nodded.]
I will, yes. But I expect the same of you.
[He would see that Gale was not given anything but what he wished.]
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He watched with rapt attention as Gale sank to his knees so prettily for him. So very pretty. His fingers moved to run through Gale's hair, pushing it back before curling their, gripping. Almost gently. His stomach caved in a ticklish flutter beneath those lips, but it was the words that went the furthest in undoing him.
To know that even now, on this final night before every promised tomorrow ceased to be, Gale cared about Astarion and what he wanted. Not trusting his voice, he nodded.]
I will, yes. But I expect the same of you.
[He would see that Gale was not given anything but what he wished.]