[ Astarion groans into Gale's mouth, every point of contact blooming with pleasure between them. Prior to their entanglement, he wouldn't have taken Gale for a man willing to kiss with a mouthful of his own blood; but Astarion likes that he's full of surprises.
He lets Gale nudge him back into the spring, getting his footing as Gale splashes in, an arm reflexively looping beneath Gale's to keep him upright. There's a cloud of pink in the water around them, from the open puncture wounds on Gale's thigh, and it takes a significant degree of self-control to not let his hands wander back to it. ]
Washing the blood from me after I've just drunk yours? [ It's- sweet, somehow. So very Gale. Astarion wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood across it more than cleaning anything. He flicks his tongue over a fang, noting the red on Gale's lips, in his beard. It looks good on him. ]
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He lets Gale nudge him back into the spring, getting his footing as Gale splashes in, an arm reflexively looping beneath Gale's to keep him upright. There's a cloud of pink in the water around them, from the open puncture wounds on Gale's thigh, and it takes a significant degree of self-control to not let his hands wander back to it. ]
Washing the blood from me after I've just drunk yours? [ It's- sweet, somehow. So very Gale. Astarion wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood across it more than cleaning anything. He flicks his tongue over a fang, noting the red on Gale's lips, in his beard. It looks good on him. ]
Let's get you fed after this, darling.