[As Astarion settles against him, Gale's thighs spread just a little wider to accommodate. He exhales as Astarion moves lower on his neck, his body shuddering as he pulls in another breath.]
Gods.
[He finds that while Astarion works, Mystra never crosses his mind, nor the thought of how and why he's so good at this - he only revels in their closeness, in the feeling of his partner against him.]
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Gods.
[He finds that while Astarion works, Mystra never crosses his mind, nor the thought of how and why he's so good at this - he only revels in their closeness, in the feeling of his partner against him.]