[ Astarion is ready with a sly of course I am at the accusation of danger, but then Gale presses two wet fingers to his mouth and all conscious thought evaporates.
It's far from the first time he's been wanted, but...to be wanted like this by someone who seems to care for him? Who knows what he is and what he's done, and isn't running? That part is entirely novel, and Astarion still has no idea what to make of it.
He makes a low sound in the back of his throat, not only permitting the intrusion but drawing Gale's fingers deeper a moment, tongue curling around them before Gale pulls back, a thread of saliva joining his fingertips to Astarion's reddened mouth.
Astarion dips his head as Gale threads those fingers through his damp hair, lashes low as he noses into Gale's thigh, breathing in. Gale's hair is sparse here, skin soft and warm, risen in gooseflesh from the cooler air. Astarion feels that he could well and truly devour him as he kisses his way up his inner thigh, courting danger by the time he finds a spot to sink his fangs in, a clean, deep bite. ]
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It's far from the first time he's been wanted, but...to be wanted like this by someone who seems to care for him? Who knows what he is and what he's done, and isn't running? That part is entirely novel, and Astarion still has no idea what to make of it.
He makes a low sound in the back of his throat, not only permitting the intrusion but drawing Gale's fingers deeper a moment, tongue curling around them before Gale pulls back, a thread of saliva joining his fingertips to Astarion's reddened mouth.
Astarion dips his head as Gale threads those fingers through his damp hair, lashes low as he noses into Gale's thigh, breathing in. Gale's hair is sparse here, skin soft and warm, risen in gooseflesh from the cooler air. Astarion feels that he could well and truly devour him as he kisses his way up his inner thigh, courting danger by the time he finds a spot to sink his fangs in, a clean, deep bite. ]