[Oh the vampire was indeed quite proud of himself for the accomplishment, if only for the way that Gale looked so utterly blissed out, even without an ounce of attention paid to his own obvious state of arousal. Astarion meant to correct that quite soon, of course, but for the moment he was caught up in kiss the wizard senseless with the taste of his own come on both their tongues.

He liked it, perhaps too much, the way that Gale clung to him, the way he responded to his kiss. He'd wanted Gale, longer than he'd admitted to himself before this moment. But yes, that first night, he'd wanted to taste Gale's lips the same way he'd tasted his blood, more even than the blood perhaps, if he were being honest with himself. Honesty was hard though, especially when he was so caught up swallowing down every glorious little moan that Gale made for him.

Eventually he broke from the kiss, reluctant, leaning his forehead against the wizard's gently, hands still cradling either side of his neck.]

What a perfect boy... [He purred to him.] You deserve to be rewarded, pet. Let me reward you?

[One hand quit its place to slip downwards, between them to very pointedly cup at Gale's cock through the fabric of his trousers.] Tell me what you want? Tell me what will have you making more of those delicious sounds for me?