[Astarion will eagerly oblige him, leaning in to kiss him long and lingering. He presses one hand over the orb, fingers tracing the lines up his chest.]
Dearest.
[He lowers his head, kissing over the orb, his gaze still fixed on Gale.]
My dearest.
[Slowly he starts to kiss a trail down the center of Gale's chest.]
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Dearest.
[He lowers his head, kissing over the orb, his gaze still fixed on Gale.]
My dearest.
[Slowly he starts to kiss a trail down the center of Gale's chest.]
Dearest Gale.