Fangs and all, hmm? [ Gale's arm tightens around him and Astarion brackets Gale's hips with his thighs, their bodies flush. Gale's like a furnace compared to Astarion, and Astarion wishes fleetingly that he could remember what it's like to share body heat, keep each other warm in the dark.
Astarion's already marked him, though Gale's hair and the collar of his robe seemed to mask the evidence of their arrangement today. He's always most aware of a pulse, first and foremost, but his lashes flutter as he catches the scent of Gale's hair-- Astarion expects Gale to smell like a musty library, but there's a startling warmth and sweetness, like fresh citrus and amber.
He tucks his hair behind his shoulder, thumbs idly at the earring in Gale's opposite ear as he bites a sharp little kiss below this one: careful not to break skin, but suckling hard enough to bruise. Where everyone will be able to see it, in the light of day. ]
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Astarion's already marked him, though Gale's hair and the collar of his robe seemed to mask the evidence of their arrangement today. He's always most aware of a pulse, first and foremost, but his lashes flutter as he catches the scent of Gale's hair-- Astarion expects Gale to smell like a musty library, but there's a startling warmth and sweetness, like fresh citrus and amber.
He tucks his hair behind his shoulder, thumbs idly at the earring in Gale's opposite ear as he bites a sharp little kiss below this one: careful not to break skin, but suckling hard enough to bruise. Where everyone will be able to see it, in the light of day. ]