[ His lashes flutter, at the praise. Something Gale knows he likes, generally, but finds himself surprised by the effect it has in this context. He groans around Astarion fingers, savouring the sensation of calloused pads on his tongue β head tipping up as they withdraw, as if to follow them. A soft, pleased sound when he receives a breathless kiss instead, open-mouthed and wanting.
He tangles a hand in Astarionβs hair, the other at his hip urging him closer. Gods, they canβt be close enough. How had he coped without this, even for the scant few nights they spent separated by shadows? ]
Astarion β [ For want of anything intellectual to say that might show his appreciation, every sigh lost in another needy kiss. ]
Iβm not going to last. [ seeking the sharp bend of Astarionβs jaw, so he can drag his mouth along smooth skin, shuddering sweetly. ] In your, ah, all-too-capable hands. [ The slicker, firmer slide on his cock is nearly overwhelming, after going so long without the messiness of human intimacy. Unfamiliar heat coils in his belly, visceral and wanting. ]
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He tangles a hand in Astarionβs hair, the other at his hip urging him closer. Gods, they canβt be close enough. How had he coped without this, even for the scant few nights they spent separated by shadows? ]
Astarion β [ For want of anything intellectual to say that might show his appreciation, every sigh lost in another needy kiss. ]
Iβm not going to last. [ seeking the sharp bend of Astarionβs jaw, so he can drag his mouth along smooth skin, shuddering sweetly. ] In your, ah, all-too-capable hands. [ The slicker, firmer slide on his cock is nearly overwhelming, after going so long without the messiness of human intimacy. Unfamiliar heat coils in his belly, visceral and wanting. ]