[ Theyโre back where they started, a comfort in the familiarity of the position. Gale sweeps a hand up Astarionโs back, fingers splayed over his scars like he might be able to protect the tender skin from further wounding.
A barely restrained twitch of his hips, as Astarion finally touches him, all slender fingers and sharp teeth. Impossible not to think of all the places that Astarionโs fangs have been. Astarion has even seen his cock before โ has done everything except touch it, when he left a crescent shaped bruise high on his thigh that Gale revisited for days. Thereโs a flash of that memory, through their connection, the ache Gale has for him obvious then and now. ]
Itโs worth rather a lot. [ Because itโs you on a recursive loop in his skull. Chosen once more by someone who could have anyone โ but whose criterion for selecting him is far different than the last. Not power, weak as he is now. Not brilliance, when he can only see one path forward, surrounded by the dark on all sides. The voice that sounds all too much like his goddess asks, then why? ] Please.
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A barely restrained twitch of his hips, as Astarion finally touches him, all slender fingers and sharp teeth. Impossible not to think of all the places that Astarionโs fangs have been. Astarion has even seen his cock before โ has done everything except touch it, when he left a crescent shaped bruise high on his thigh that Gale revisited for days. Thereโs a flash of that memory, through their connection, the ache Gale has for him obvious then and now. ]
Itโs worth rather a lot. [ Because itโs you on a recursive loop in his skull. Chosen once more by someone who could have anyone โ but whose criterion for selecting him is far different than the last. Not power, weak as he is now. Not brilliance, when he can only see one path forward, surrounded by the dark on all sides. The voice that sounds all too much like his goddess asks, then why? ] Please.