[ The view Astarion has of Gale now is so different from that first meeting after the nautiloid. There's some split path, a branch they never took where none of this happened between them -- where Astarion never got to see these private smiles, the teasing, his warmth.
All of this is light and sweet, his hands and lips, but something threatens to spill over inside Astarion, a tremulous thing. He catches Gale's jaw with both hands, gaze searching. ]
Here. [ He lifts up to kiss him, teeth catching at Gale's lower lip as he slows him from his quick pecks, lingering before pulling back, breathless. ] Again.
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All of this is light and sweet, his hands and lips, but something threatens to spill over inside Astarion, a tremulous thing. He catches Gale's jaw with both hands, gaze searching. ]
Here. [ He lifts up to kiss him, teeth catching at Gale's lower lip as he slows him from his quick pecks, lingering before pulling back, breathless. ] Again.