[ He was fluttering to the metaphorical floor, eddying downward and downward in a pool of heady desire, all of his body felt like liquid though he made an attempt not to put his full weight on the other man, however in supplication and a final gift-- his head angled to the side to reveal the line of it.
And poised their on the precipice, his pulse right where Astarion could sink his teeth into. Supplication, a final meal for the other man to partake in, the sheen on that neck was misted in a combination of sweat and musk and would flavor Gale's blood likely in such a delicious way. ]?
Would you?
[ Perhaps the last moment that they could take for each other and his own way of offering himself fully for Astarion. ]
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And poised their on the precipice, his pulse right where Astarion could sink his teeth into. Supplication, a final meal for the other man to partake in, the sheen on that neck was misted in a combination of sweat and musk and would flavor Gale's blood likely in such a delicious way. ]?
Would you?
[ Perhaps the last moment that they could take for each other and his own way of offering himself fully for Astarion. ]