[ Thereโs a moment where Astarion is looking for something โ and Gale can only assume he finds it, based on his firm hold; the sudden, then slow press of his mouth. Something sparks in his chest, at the thought, and Gale makes a soft sound against the bow of his lips. Astarion hardly finishes asking him for more when Gale responds, instinctive in his desire to meet any halting want and up the ante โ opening his mouth, pushing in closer.
For all that Galeโs thoughts can run away from him, splintering into multiple threads, he also possesses a single-minded focus, typically reserved for his work. One kiss after another, again and again. He winds his hand through Astarionโs hair, tugging his head back to murmur low, ]
As many times as you like. [ Gale tucks his nose against Astarionโs cheek and kisses along the ridge of his jaw, following it to the curve of his ear and gently biting down on the pointed tip. ]
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For all that Galeโs thoughts can run away from him, splintering into multiple threads, he also possesses a single-minded focus, typically reserved for his work. One kiss after another, again and again. He winds his hand through Astarionโs hair, tugging his head back to murmur low, ]
As many times as you like. [ Gale tucks his nose against Astarionโs cheek and kisses along the ridge of his jaw, following it to the curve of his ear and gently biting down on the pointed tip. ]