[There, that was exactly what Astarion wanted, nothing left between his roaming hands and Gale's body, nothing to get in their way any further, a decently soft bed waiting for them. But this was about what Gale wanted, especially with the way the wizard had looked at him when he'd put that simple question to him. The vampire smiled as that warm hand settled at his hip, his fingers moving to set against that hand before running their way slowly up Gale's arm, up his shoulder, the arch of his throat until he could catch the wizard's chin between his fingers.]

Your hands are warm. All of you is warm. I've come to like that very much.

[No harm in admitting it with the world at its end. Astarion leaned in, fingers still holding at Gale's chin, lips finding the wizard's with a soft, relieved sigh, as if he'd been waiting so long to get back to kissing him. His hand left its grip, settling against Gale's chest instead, dragging slowly downward until he could wrap his hand around the other man's cock once more, giving it a meaningful squeeze.]

Now... what are we going to do about this?

[He murmured the question with a thoughtful hum.] Would you like me to suck you off? I'd mind my fangs. Or would you like to fuck me? Though if you came before you made me come again, I'm afraid you'd have to be punished.

[He didn't make the rules. ...except no, yes, he did. Or would like to.]