[ An easy laugh in answer, rumbling low in his chest. Astarion touches him like he canโt keep away, like heโll never get enough. The pleasure from that alone heats him from the inside out. Gale has been held โ valued โ but no one has found every marred part of him as entrancing as Astarion.
His breath stutters on a exhale as Astarion winds him closer, impossible to ignore his own half-hard cock despite his best efforts. He shrugs out of his sleeves to allow Astarionโs hands to wander, robe pooling at his waist. Suspended above him, mesmerised by those uncharacteristically open features, his reply comes without hesitation. ]
Yes. [ It seems inadequate, even with all the feeling he packs into the word, unable to keep the ache from his voice or the tremor from his hand, anchored at Astarionโs hip. ] More than anything. [ More than he wants to do the right thing โ the thing he must do โ but his own desires are irrelevant, arenโt they? Compared to the needs of the realm, of Mystra. Gale blinks the sheen of conflict from his eyes before it becomes something tangible. ]
You must know โ I didnโt think I could want anyone like this, until you touched me. [ A quiet confession, nearly lost as he ducks his head to kiss the centre of Astarionโs bare chest. For so long, every desire led back to her, tangled in the sparkling strands of her Weave. Power, beauty, favour. He certainly never imagined any of his companions as prospects, with a broken heart and ticking bomb weighing him down. Astarion was a faraway thing until he kissed Gale soundly. ]
no subject
His breath stutters on a exhale as Astarion winds him closer, impossible to ignore his own half-hard cock despite his best efforts. He shrugs out of his sleeves to allow Astarionโs hands to wander, robe pooling at his waist. Suspended above him, mesmerised by those uncharacteristically open features, his reply comes without hesitation. ]
Yes. [ It seems inadequate, even with all the feeling he packs into the word, unable to keep the ache from his voice or the tremor from his hand, anchored at Astarionโs hip. ] More than anything. [ More than he wants to do the right thing โ the thing he must do โ but his own desires are irrelevant, arenโt they? Compared to the needs of the realm, of Mystra. Gale blinks the sheen of conflict from his eyes before it becomes something tangible. ]
You must know โ I didnโt think I could want anyone like this, until you touched me. [ A quiet confession, nearly lost as he ducks his head to kiss the centre of Astarionโs bare chest. For so long, every desire led back to her, tangled in the sparkling strands of her Weave. Power, beauty, favour. He certainly never imagined any of his companions as prospects, with a broken heart and ticking bomb weighing him down. Astarion was a faraway thing until he kissed Gale soundly. ]