[ In most things, Gale would never hope to be quiet. In this, a tryst in the real, their companions and hosts rattling walls apart, itโs โ a consideration. But Astarion asks to hear, when he has allowed himself to want for little and request even less, until now.
Gale muffles a gasp in Astarionโs shoulder first, cock already leaking, before he lets his head fall back on the pillows. Throat bared, eyes glazed, hands still roving. One splays over Astarionโs pale chest, where his heart should beat, while the other grips his arm, anchoring. His hips buck into Astarionโs hand, one, twice, and he comes with a broken cry. ]
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Gale muffles a gasp in Astarionโs shoulder first, cock already leaking, before he lets his head fall back on the pillows. Throat bared, eyes glazed, hands still roving. One splays over Astarionโs pale chest, where his heart should beat, while the other grips his arm, anchoring. His hips buck into Astarionโs hand, one, twice, and he comes with a broken cry. ]