[Astarion would not be the death of Gale Dekarios. He would not forgive himself for that, even if the world ended a few moments later, he would not want to waste what time there was that he could be within the wizard's warmth. With a final brush of his lips, and a brief swipe of his tongue, along the two wounds he'd left, he drew back to look at Gale.
That request nearly undid him and he moved to settle himself beside the wizard, half draped atop him, arms moving to wrap around him securely.]
Of course. For the rest of our lives, darling.
[And oh he meant it, secretly meant it even if the world weren't about to end. He leaned in, lips grazing along a bearded jawline, seeing no reason to deny himself these tentative, uncertain displays of affection. They were new and he was terrible at this, but what could it hurt to try now?]
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That request nearly undid him and he moved to settle himself beside the wizard, half draped atop him, arms moving to wrap around him securely.]
Of course. For the rest of our lives, darling.
[And oh he meant it, secretly meant it even if the world weren't about to end. He leaned in, lips grazing along a bearded jawline, seeing no reason to deny himself these tentative, uncertain displays of affection. They were new and he was terrible at this, but what could it hurt to try now?]