Gale. [ Astarion presses another kiss to his shoulder, and then the edge of his collarbone, quietly amused. ] How much thought have you given to the anatomy of a vampire bite?
[ It thrills him to think about, actually- whether Gale has looked into this since they met or if it's just one of his numerous points of interest. The many tender places you can bleed a human body, fast and slow, are second nature to Astarion after literal centuries of daggers and teeth. It's novel to consider the finer details.
Astarion's fingers trace back down Gale's chest and the lean muscle over his ribs, following his words, and at the same time he begins to walk Gale back toward the edge of the spring, to the smooth dark stone where Gale's set his collection of soaps. Assuming Gale cooperates (and his -1 Strength check rolls true), he hoists Gale into a seat on the ledge, calves still submerged while Astarion stands between his dripping thighs, at eye level with his chest. ]
Remind me to circle back to the fact that you have a collection. [ Astarion presses one hand to the small of Gale's back for support as the other trails down the dark hair at his outer thigh, not yet dipping inside. ]
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[ It thrills him to think about, actually- whether Gale has looked into this since they met or if it's just one of his numerous points of interest. The many tender places you can bleed a human body, fast and slow, are second nature to Astarion after literal centuries of daggers and teeth. It's novel to consider the finer details.
Astarion's fingers trace back down Gale's chest and the lean muscle over his ribs, following his words, and at the same time he begins to walk Gale back toward the edge of the spring, to the smooth dark stone where Gale's set his collection of soaps. Assuming Gale cooperates (and his -1 Strength check rolls true), he hoists Gale into a seat on the ledge, calves still submerged while Astarion stands between his dripping thighs, at eye level with his chest. ]
Remind me to circle back to the fact that you have a collection. [ Astarion presses one hand to the small of Gale's back for support as the other trails down the dark hair at his outer thigh, not yet dipping inside. ]
May I?