[ Once Gale rose to feet, he acknowledged the request to disrobe so he not so shyly started to work at the fastenings of his tunic which was a side sweep, until the fabric parted to reveal skin for Astarion's eyes. It was not smooth or perfect like Astarion's, hair crossed over his chest and then sieved down abdomen within a slender trail before it disappeared in trousers while the shirt fell to the floor.
Despite that space he occupied, his mind thundered with a torrent of blood, his body flush and filled with such a lovely dinner on all fronts-- and then he pushed his pants downward and oh, did that prick pop out, all flushed and eager-- glistening and slick, suffused with crimson. It was clear that he was aroused on this plain and possibly into the next one of wherever they found themselves in the next life.
He was not shy whatsoever, which was probably something that worked in his favor.
Somewhere in his mind tickled the fact that this felt much less one-night stand than it normally would, though it was technically one night. ]
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Despite that space he occupied, his mind thundered with a torrent of blood, his body flush and filled with such a lovely dinner on all fronts-- and then he pushed his pants downward and oh, did that prick pop out, all flushed and eager-- glistening and slick, suffused with crimson. It was clear that he was aroused on this plain and possibly into the next one of wherever they found themselves in the next life.
He was not shy whatsoever, which was probably something that worked in his favor.
Somewhere in his mind tickled the fact that this felt much less one-night stand than it normally would, though it was technically one night. ]