[This was a deliciously good look on Gale, on his knees and fully blissed out. Astarion rather thought he could get used to this view, if he were allowed, if only there were time. God that throat was so perfectly welcoming, tongue wet and velvet and so hot against his own cooler skin.
He did indeed take that purr -- that he could feel all through his entire prick -- as permission, if not outright plea. Good. He would give his pretty lover everything that he had. When Gale looked up at him with those damnable doe eyes, Astarion could not hope to last a moment more.
Another tight grip int hat hair and he urged Gale's head forward, to hilt himself further, burying himself deep as he could.]
Don't spill a drop now, pet... [And that was all he had, a groan tearing from him as he found his release, spilling thick rope after rope of spend into that waiting throat, his entire body trembling with the force of his pleasure. He could not remember ever feeling this good, and Gale had given this to him, an exquisite little treasure that he would not forget.]
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He did indeed take that purr -- that he could feel all through his entire prick -- as permission, if not outright plea. Good. He would give his pretty lover everything that he had. When Gale looked up at him with those damnable doe eyes, Astarion could not hope to last a moment more.
Another tight grip int hat hair and he urged Gale's head forward, to hilt himself further, burying himself deep as he could.]
Don't spill a drop now, pet... [And that was all he had, a groan tearing from him as he found his release, spilling thick rope after rope of spend into that waiting throat, his entire body trembling with the force of his pleasure. He could not remember ever feeling this good, and Gale had given this to him, an exquisite little treasure that he would not forget.]