[Astarion goes easily, settling more firmly against Gale--between his legs--as his mouth does its work. For as much as the thought of this had turned his stomach earlier, it's different now. There's defiance in this, a challenge to Mystra's power over Gale, revenge for the way she treated him before. His hand finds Gale's hip, settling over it with a squeeze as he finishes his first mark, lifting his lips from Gale's neck only to drag them a fraction lower and begin again.]
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