[Ah. There he was. Astarion allowed the start of a faintly smug smile as he let his toes knead and play deliberately along Gale's prick, tracing the shape of him through the fabric of his trousers. Good. He wanted the wizard to enjoy this, to be just as turned on as he was. And Astarion would see to it that the pleasure the other man was giving him was fully returned.

His fingers curled into a fist in Gale's hair then, tight enough to pull as Gale began to move on him.]

Ah.... fuck. You'd be the death of me, darling, if death hadn't gotten to me first.

[And he may yet be the second death of him. He couldn't quite keep his hips still, a jerk towards that perfect wet heat, looking to bury himself inside once more as Gale's lips slide up and down the shaft, his grip in the wizard's hair guiding in something between demand and encouragement.]

It won't be long... will you swallow down every last drop of my seed? For me?