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Gale Dekarios ([personal profile] nethereseorb) wrote in [community profile] goodmorrow 2023-11-18 04:03 pm (UTC)

Ah yes, next time.

[ Easy to think that this was not the end of the world, that this could go on. Gale was drunk on lust and something else, an overwhelming need to seize the time that they had, to cherish it for what it was-- a finale before the finale. His eyes felt hazed and overpoweringly aroused, eyes blown to voids dark and infinite.

The scent of the beard oil filled him, dark blood orange and sandlewood-- it was a strong scent, nothing light nor dancing about it, and the fact that Astarion was using it to prepare himself (he could hear the preparation, the way that fingers worked against teased hole, causing himself to throb painfully against Astarion's thigh. It was there, brushing ramrod straight against cooler skin.

He'd brew the sweetest smelling oils; something scenting of honey and vanilla, something sweet-- something that he could drizzle against all of Astarion's secret places and then conversely lap it up; gladly he would do it-- worship the other man as if he were a god, ecclesiastics born of tongue and kisses. ]

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