[ For once, Gale must say the right thing. Heβs never seen β or felt β Astarion so undone. Kindling for something equal parts tender and possessive inside him, sparking at every sweet whimper. He buries a gasp of his own in Astarionβs skin. An open-mouthed press to the hollow of his throat follows, muscles taut and trembling under his tongue.
He hadnβt thought anyone could be affected by him in this way, on this plane. How would Astarion shiver and sigh if they went further than this β if they had more nights together? ]
Perfect, Astarion. [ Utterly sincere. His hand never stills, quickening to work Astarion to the precipice and then through the fall. A pinch to his nipple, just on the right side of rough. Another squeeze of his cock. Steadying, Gale bands an arm across his chest to keep him from folding. ] Gods, youβre perfect.
[ Affection overflowing, Gale kisses his cheek and tastes salt. ]
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He hadnβt thought anyone could be affected by him in this way, on this plane. How would Astarion shiver and sigh if they went further than this β if they had more nights together? ]
Perfect, Astarion. [ Utterly sincere. His hand never stills, quickening to work Astarion to the precipice and then through the fall. A pinch to his nipple, just on the right side of rough. Another squeeze of his cock. Steadying, Gale bands an arm across his chest to keep him from folding. ] Gods, youβre perfect.
[ Affection overflowing, Gale kisses his cheek and tastes salt. ]