[ Astarion is half-hard at the sight of Gale, wet and flushed and vulnerable above him, though there isn't enough blood in his body at present to close that circle. It's heady, both the proximity to Gale's magic-soaked blood and the newness of not having tricked him into this, Astarion's survival not dependent on performance for once. ]
Spread your legs for me. [ His gaze is dark, voice going thick when Gale follows instruction. ] Good.
[ He is interested, perhaps despite himself, in the dark trail of hair beneath Gale's navel and what lies between his spread legs; but there is also something erotic about ignoring that for now, as Astarion anchors one hand at the divot between hip and thigh to keep him steady as he hitches the other leg over his shoulder.
He presses a kiss to the tender spot beneath Gale's knee, his senses tuning quickly to the jump of his pulse here, the thrum of blood beneath skin. Undue excitement indeed. Astarion adjusts his hold on Gale's leg, flicks his gaze up to his face. ]
You will be able to tell me if this gets properly dangerous for you, yes?
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Spread your legs for me. [ His gaze is dark, voice going thick when Gale follows instruction. ] Good.
[ He is interested, perhaps despite himself, in the dark trail of hair beneath Gale's navel and what lies between his spread legs; but there is also something erotic about ignoring that for now, as Astarion anchors one hand at the divot between hip and thigh to keep him steady as he hitches the other leg over his shoulder.
He presses a kiss to the tender spot beneath Gale's knee, his senses tuning quickly to the jump of his pulse here, the thrum of blood beneath skin. Undue excitement indeed. Astarion adjusts his hold on Gale's leg, flicks his gaze up to his face. ]
You will be able to tell me if this gets properly dangerous for you, yes?