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š‘”š‘Žš‘™š‘’ š‘‘š‘’š‘˜š‘Žš‘Ÿš‘–š‘œš‘  ([personal profile] corporeity) wrote 2023-12-29 02:14 am (UTC)

[ Woozy with blood-loss, half-delirious with closeness, Gale doesn’t hesitate — his instinctive shyness all but subsumed. With one hand in Astarion’s hair and the other cupping his jaw, he complies enthusiastically. The metallic, electric taste in Astarion’s mouth must be his own blood. Whatever properties it has beyond its base, well, eroticism is lost on his human tongue. ]

You don’t have to ask. [ — when Gale would give him anything. It’s rushed out between kisses, too quick to be a falsehood. He licks the corner of Astarion’s red mouth before mapping its insides. A warm, wanting cavern because of him, his life force and magic coursing through Astarion’s veins. Hard not to give in to the possessive jolt, rattling his systems. It takes one more kiss and then another, to satisfy the urge. ]

Astarion — [ to get his attention, maybe just to say his name. ] — you haven’t even washed. [ Before getting distracted by Gale Dekarios, for reasons unknown and, frankly, unfathomable to him. Palms at Astarion’s shoulders, he gives a guiding push back into the water. They can’t go further than this, however much they want. Gale slips in after him, fumbling the landing with skidding limbs. Still backed against the rocks, he steadies himself on Astarion, a helpless laugh bubbling over. The water helps douse his desires, even as the wound on his thigh stings. ] Let me.

[ He tips back just enough to catch Astarion’s eye, one arm outstretched to grasp his soap. ]

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