Oh, you had a taste earlier. [ When Gale threaded the strands of their magic together and held him close. ] But I should be so lucky to have the chance to show you all the pleasures of the Weave.

[ Another teasing nip to his ear before he catches Astarion’s eye. When had he started doing that — looking back at Gale, like a fixed point on a line? It’s happened before. It keeps happening. In the quiet of his tent, certainly, and on the battlefield after an earth-rending crash. In those moments, Gale finds himself returning his gaze, unsure who started all this looking. ]

Joining not in body, but in being. Mind and soul. [ The opposite of this heat, radiating from every point of taction despite the chill in Astarion’s bones. He hooks his finger into Astarion’s waistband to pull his underwear down, below his jutting cock. As if he can’t believe it, then, features slack with awe: ] And yet it’s this I’ve been wanting.

[ Gale curls careful fingers around his cock, stroking root to tip. Testing, teasing. He mutters a quick cantrip, hand slicked with grease for a smoother slide. Admittedly, he isn’t quite so rusty at this part. ] You, any way you’d have me.