[The groan that broke past Astarion's lips into the open air was equal parts relieved and needing. Finally, finally that touch and the exquisite drag of that tongue, hot against his own cool skin. His fingers gripped at Gale's hair as he struggled to still his hips from immediately rolling towards that attention.
He had to remind himself that this breathless feeling couldn't be real, that he had no need of air in his lungs to live, but Gale had stolen it all regardless, and oh he was happy for the theft.]
Your mouth is skilled at more than just words, darling... I should have guessed.
[He tried to keep his tone light, that usual sardonic lilt to his words, but desire roughened them, made the desire impossible to miss.]
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He had to remind himself that this breathless feeling couldn't be real, that he had no need of air in his lungs to live, but Gale had stolen it all regardless, and oh he was happy for the theft.]
Your mouth is skilled at more than just words, darling... I should have guessed.
[He tried to keep his tone light, that usual sardonic lilt to his words, but desire roughened them, made the desire impossible to miss.]