[ It's so strange to think back to the first night Astarion fed from Gale, the realization he wouldn't be able to properly seduce him because of the orb. The frustration, but also the strange relief of it, knowing he couldn't just barter his body to secure an alliance; and how swiftly they became intimate, either in spite of or because of it.
Now, there's a twist of grief that comes with the reason they can touch, all at the whim of Gale's cruel goddess. Gale deserves so much more than certain destruction, and Astarion is hellbent on finding another way.
Astarion kisses his neck as he undoes the fastenings of Gale's pants, the memory of wet skin and hot blood surging through him and their connection. The way Gale had looked at him that night, laid bare and longing. He makes a soft sound as he slides his hand beneath the waistband of Gale's underwear, just feeling the weight of him against his palm, head already slick with want. ]
How long has it been since someone touched you like this? [ Low against Gale's ear, fingers curling around his cock and giving it a slow, sure stroke. ]
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Now, there's a twist of grief that comes with the reason they can touch, all at the whim of Gale's cruel goddess. Gale deserves so much more than certain destruction, and Astarion is hellbent on finding another way.
Astarion kisses his neck as he undoes the fastenings of Gale's pants, the memory of wet skin and hot blood surging through him and their connection. The way Gale had looked at him that night, laid bare and longing. He makes a soft sound as he slides his hand beneath the waistband of Gale's underwear, just feeling the weight of him against his palm, head already slick with want. ]
How long has it been since someone touched you like this? [ Low against Gale's ear, fingers curling around his cock and giving it a slow, sure stroke. ]