[ It's a treat that Gale is the one to initiate this kiss, his palm warm and mouth warmer. Astarion wonders what Gale's history is like, illicit affair with a goddess notwithstanding; he's certainly not bad at this part, Astarion melting easily against him as he returns the kiss, arms looping back around Gale's neck.
With both of them sated, Astarion is considerably more lucid tonight. He lets a fang graze Gale's bottom lip as he parts his own, savoring the taste of him as he winds his fingers into the soft hair at the nape of Gale's neck, tugging lightly.
When he surfaces, it's only to turn his attention elsewhere, lips and teeth--careful with his fangs, always, a habit kept from luring prey--grazing the stubble at Gale's jaw. ]
So. [ Astarion noses just beneath Gale's ear, pressing his mouth there before murmuring. ] How much am I allowed to rile you before we risk leveling a city?
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With both of them sated, Astarion is considerably more lucid tonight. He lets a fang graze Gale's bottom lip as he parts his own, savoring the taste of him as he winds his fingers into the soft hair at the nape of Gale's neck, tugging lightly.
When he surfaces, it's only to turn his attention elsewhere, lips and teeth--careful with his fangs, always, a habit kept from luring prey--grazing the stubble at Gale's jaw. ]
So. [ Astarion noses just beneath Gale's ear, pressing his mouth there before murmuring. ] How much am I allowed to rile you before we risk leveling a city?