[ Don't be cruel, Gale says, as if Astarion has ever been anything else. Shades of cruelty are all he knows.
And now Gale is teasing, smearing blood over Astarion's lips. His nostrils flare again at the scent, and before Gale can protest Astarion slides his tongue over the pad of Gale's thumb, lashes fluttering low as the taste of him blooms in Astarion's mouth, copper and acid and something sticky-sweet - the spores, still thick in the air around them.
Astarion has played seducer and charlatan longer than Gale's been alive, but there's part of him that isn't just playing, here in the warm dark. The hand at Gale's hip grips a little harder as he pulls Gale's thumb into his mouth, careful of his teeth for now, sucking the blood from it before pulling off. ]
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And now Gale is teasing, smearing blood over Astarion's lips. His nostrils flare again at the scent, and before Gale can protest Astarion slides his tongue over the pad of Gale's thumb, lashes fluttering low as the taste of him blooms in Astarion's mouth, copper and acid and something sticky-sweet - the spores, still thick in the air around them.
Astarion has played seducer and charlatan longer than Gale's been alive, but there's part of him that isn't just playing, here in the warm dark. The hand at Gale's hip grips a little harder as he pulls Gale's thumb into his mouth, careful of his teeth for now, sucking the blood from it before pulling off. ]