[He leans down, dropping a kiss to the crook of Gale's neck where it meets the line of his shoulder, just below one of the blossoming bruises that he left there earlier tonight.]
Yourself included.
[He continues to trail kisses across Gale's skin, his hands smoothing over his arms as he pushes the hem of the robe until it cascades gently to the floor. There's a heat in him, a desire. He loves this man, he's loved by him. Astarion wants nothing more than to show Gale just how much the wizard means to him.]
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[He leans down, dropping a kiss to the crook of Gale's neck where it meets the line of his shoulder, just below one of the blossoming bruises that he left there earlier tonight.]
Yourself included.
[He continues to trail kisses across Gale's skin, his hands smoothing over his arms as he pushes the hem of the robe until it cascades gently to the floor. There's a heat in him, a desire. He loves this man, he's loved by him. Astarion wants nothing more than to show Gale just how much the wizard means to him.]