[ Breakfast in bed was rather what Gale was expecting. all considered. Perhaps mouth on his neck (which Gale rather thought got better the more times that Astarion did so, in a way that he rather was not sure that he should question overmuch). The request was unexpecting and yet gods, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he enjoyed the act of kiss.
Rather too much in fact.
And thus he slipped forward with his palm moving up against the shoulder and then to the neck before cupping the skin just underneath where curls kissed; a tender and beautiful gesture as his eyes managed to melt even further. Very carefully he swallowed, best not to talk too much when his mind was still jump-starting.
Which was how Astarion would find Gale's mouth brushed against his, as soft and as warm as velvet but with such a startling and crystalline tenderness; the lips parted and took a lower lip between his own and gave it a very concentrated kiss that focused solely on it, and perhaps the very tip of his tongue glided gently-- to memorize the shape of it, to taste it. And yet, it was also so hesitant and wary of driving Astarion away. ]
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Rather too much in fact.
And thus he slipped forward with his palm moving up against the shoulder and then to the neck before cupping the skin just underneath where curls kissed; a tender and beautiful gesture as his eyes managed to melt even further. Very carefully he swallowed, best not to talk too much when his mind was still jump-starting.
Which was how Astarion would find Gale's mouth brushed against his, as soft and as warm as velvet but with such a startling and crystalline tenderness; the lips parted and took a lower lip between his own and gave it a very concentrated kiss that focused solely on it, and perhaps the very tip of his tongue glided gently-- to memorize the shape of it, to taste it. And yet, it was also so hesitant and wary of driving Astarion away. ]