[ Normally, Gale lets Astarion lead the dance. A solid weight in his lap, warmed only by proximity. Fangs marking his neck, wrist, shoulder, thigh at his leisure. Gale has always had a talent for both accepting what heโs given and overreaching.
Humans are such wanting creatures, Mystra had told him once. Itโs true of them in general and of Gale, in particular, though he surmises thereโs more to it, in this moment, with Astarion hushing his name like a prayer. ]
Good. [ For all Gale obviously twists himself up in his head, Astarion falls into mind-traps of his own, but maybe this helps. It feels essential and effortless to encourage him now โ to approve of that want, unfurling amongst the brambles in his chest, and coax it into the light. ] Youโre good, Astarion. [ Astarionโs legs have fallen open, an invitation Gale has rarely dared to imagine, and one he answers by angling his knee to part them wider. ]
I have you. [ Gale kisses the reddened tip of Astarionโs ear to prove it before ducking under his jaw. Fingers curl around the pointed shell, protective as the weight the settles over him, indulging that abortive hitch with a deep roll in return. ]
Again. [ His name, that sound. The scrape of stubble then teeth as Gale sucks a mark under the hinge of his jaw to match the fresh and fading bruises that have decorated his neck for weeks. ]
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Humans are such wanting creatures, Mystra had told him once. Itโs true of them in general and of Gale, in particular, though he surmises thereโs more to it, in this moment, with Astarion hushing his name like a prayer. ]
Good. [ For all Gale obviously twists himself up in his head, Astarion falls into mind-traps of his own, but maybe this helps. It feels essential and effortless to encourage him now โ to approve of that want, unfurling amongst the brambles in his chest, and coax it into the light. ] Youโre good, Astarion. [ Astarionโs legs have fallen open, an invitation Gale has rarely dared to imagine, and one he answers by angling his knee to part them wider. ]
I have you. [ Gale kisses the reddened tip of Astarionโs ear to prove it before ducking under his jaw. Fingers curl around the pointed shell, protective as the weight the settles over him, indulging that abortive hitch with a deep roll in return. ]
Again. [ His name, that sound. The scrape of stubble then teeth as Gale sucks a mark under the hinge of his jaw to match the fresh and fading bruises that have decorated his neck for weeks. ]