[ Another small jolt of electricity through their fingers, a tickle compared to the last but it still manages to rattle Astarion's bones, his grip on Gale's tunic slipping.
He opens his mouth to respond, but then Gale is pressing in. Using the tadpole to connect them, and Astarion feels the animal fear and fury in Gale and something else, familiar base pleasure coiling tight between them.
That would be interesting if Astarion weren't startled by the attempt to pry. He forces Gale out before he can get much further than the reverberating shock through his bones, a flicker of his displeasure with the whole night, not just this, the feeling of still being caged, even now, even with the sliver of safety he's won. ]
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He opens his mouth to respond, but then Gale is pressing in. Using the tadpole to connect them, and Astarion feels the animal fear and fury in Gale and something else, familiar base pleasure coiling tight between them.
That would be interesting if Astarion weren't startled by the attempt to pry. He forces Gale out before he can get much further than the reverberating shock through his bones, a flicker of his displeasure with the whole night, not just this, the feeling of still being caged, even now, even with the sliver of safety he's won. ]
Don't you dare--