[ It’s galvanising to hear those words. Damning. He shouldn’t be singular to Astarion — an enlivened man, at the precipice of freedom should keep away from his rot, inevitable as it is.
There is but one thing he can think to say in return, and it would be unkind, to dangle love in front of Astarion and then scorch his outstretched hand, when he goes. For want of saying it, Gale kisses him hard, appreciation and desperation dovetailing down his back.
Even as Gale eases off Astarion to give his unsteady limbs a break, he can’t bear to remain apart for long. Propped against their pillows, he pulls Astarion between his spread thighs until his scarred back (another problem — another threat written in every Infernal line) fits flush against his blight, its warning glow obscured by their closeness. Arm curled like he might protect Astarion with his very person, or suffuse him with the heat of life by will alone. One folly after another, when he’ll soon surrender to the dark. ]
You’re remarkable. [ Fingers entwined at Astarion’s hip once again, reassurance in his firm grip, Gale noses into the too-soft space behind his ear, pressing proof of his affection there. How miraculous, that he should be allowed this, with the gloom encroaching. ]
May I take care of you? [ A surety underlines the question, their linked hands drawn between Astarion’s legs, cupping the hard outline of his cock. ] I’ll confess to being rusty, in matters of giving on this plane, but I take direction exceptionally well.
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There is but one thing he can think to say in return, and it would be unkind, to dangle love in front of Astarion and then scorch his outstretched hand, when he goes. For want of saying it, Gale kisses him hard, appreciation and desperation dovetailing down his back.
Even as Gale eases off Astarion to give his unsteady limbs a break, he can’t bear to remain apart for long. Propped against their pillows, he pulls Astarion between his spread thighs until his scarred back (another problem — another threat written in every Infernal line) fits flush against his blight, its warning glow obscured by their closeness. Arm curled like he might protect Astarion with his very person, or suffuse him with the heat of life by will alone. One folly after another, when he’ll soon surrender to the dark. ]
You’re remarkable. [ Fingers entwined at Astarion’s hip once again, reassurance in his firm grip, Gale noses into the too-soft space behind his ear, pressing proof of his affection there. How miraculous, that he should be allowed this, with the gloom encroaching. ]
May I take care of you? [ A surety underlines the question, their linked hands drawn between Astarion’s legs, cupping the hard outline of his cock. ] I’ll confess to being rusty, in matters of giving on this plane, but I take direction exceptionally well.