[ Gale felt the moment that splash of seed hit the back of his throat and then he was swallowing in something that was enjoyable self preservation on his part; there was only the barest whisper of choking on his part before his throat muscles kicked into gear.
He was not perfect though and of course there was going to he run-off and because that-- there would be a trail of stickiness that leaked from the corner of his mouth and had the unfair advantage of getting into his beard, but no matter it was clear that he had an unerring need to please that he would likely kick himself for later.
After there was no carastrophe to speak of.
Was there a bit of smugness that would linger at making Astarion come? Of course there would be, but for the time being his mind was much too empty, like a seive that had been emptied due to tue sub space in question. He fluttered his lashes a little bit as he attempted to center himself back into square one, and finally he looked up at Astarion with his eyes like shot brown velvet ]
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He was not perfect though and of course there was going to he run-off and because that-- there would be a trail of stickiness that leaked from the corner of his mouth and had the unfair advantage of getting into his beard, but no matter it was clear that he had an unerring need to please that he would likely kick himself for later.
After there was no carastrophe to speak of.
Was there a bit of smugness that would linger at making Astarion come? Of course there would be, but for the time being his mind was much too empty, like a seive that had been emptied due to tue sub space in question. He fluttered his lashes a little bit as he attempted to center himself back into square one, and finally he looked up at Astarion with his eyes like shot brown velvet ]