[What pretty sounds his Gale made. Astarion's mind slammed to a halt and tumbled at that thought. His. Yes, yes that sounded right. He knew he wasn't, knew that Gale's heart belonged to his goddess, to the weave, to a million things that were not a nothing vampire spawn. But in this moment, tonight -- and tonight was all there was -- tonight, Gale was his.
He shivered, the frisson shaking loose a soft moan as Gale went kissing his way down, the warmth of those lips, the delicious prickle of that beard against his kin, the way those far too talented fingers moved along his thighs. He spread his legs wider, invitation and unspoken plea.
The wizard would find him aroused and straining for his touch, prick hard and eager to be set free from his trousers.]
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He shivered, the frisson shaking loose a soft moan as Gale went kissing his way down, the warmth of those lips, the delicious prickle of that beard against his kin, the way those far too talented fingers moved along his thighs. He spread his legs wider, invitation and unspoken plea.
The wizard would find him aroused and straining for his touch, prick hard and eager to be set free from his trousers.]
Gale... please.