I could whisper it to you a thousand times over. But if it's all right with you, I think there's another pursuit I'd like to occupy my mouth.

[His hands move to the waistband of Gale's pants, lingering there in question as he looks up the line of the wizard's body. Gale is truly beautiful like this, the glow of his orb, the flush of his cheeks, the faint sheen of sweat across his skin. Astarion could gaze upon him for an eternity and want nothing more.]