[Astarion was discovering that he liked Gale's eyes on him. He'd been a creature of the shadows too long, perhaps, and coming out fully into the light, into Gale's light, he craved the attention, the knowledge that he was seen. Truly seen. Maybe it was too much to place on a desperate one night, last night coming together, but he had no defense against those damnably gorgeous brown eyes.

Slowly he rose up off Gale, until his cock had nearly slipped free entirely before rolling his hips back down, slow and deliberate, as if he fully intended on drawing this out, on taking up every last moment they had left to them. That hand was warm against his neck and he set his own hand atop it, chill fingers curling gently, to hold Gale there, even as he turned his head to graze his lips against the inside of the other man's wrist, pressed to where he could feel that pulse beating so sweetly.

But he did not bite, instead he looked down to Gale through lowered lashes, still moving on him, more insistent with each rise and fall.]

That tongue of yours may be more dangerous than your spells... [Silvered as it was. The words didn't stop him from nuzzling into that warm hand.] But, yes... if this is the end, I cannot imagine spending it an other way than basking in your warmth.