[ Under Astarionโs hand, his pulse quickens. His long fingers, his razored teeth โ madly, Gale thinks they belong there.
And emboldened by all theyโve done tonight (as well as the promise that Astarion will be here in the morning), he doesnโt shy away from it. ]
Feels that way, too. [ Bereft of the lovely ache, the visceral reminder of where heโs been, of who heโs been with. He already confessed to enjoying it in the Underdark, but it feels essential to reinforce, now that he lacks the same hunger. ] Youโve spoilt me.
[ As though itโs a gift. To Gale, it is. The first intimate thing they shared, the preceding incident to a tender kiss. ]
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And emboldened by all theyโve done tonight (as well as the promise that Astarion will be here in the morning), he doesnโt shy away from it. ]
Feels that way, too. [ Bereft of the lovely ache, the visceral reminder of where heโs been, of who heโs been with. He already confessed to enjoying it in the Underdark, but it feels essential to reinforce, now that he lacks the same hunger. ] Youโve spoilt me.
[ As though itโs a gift. To Gale, it is. The first intimate thing they shared, the preceding incident to a tender kiss. ]