[Gale's touch thrills him so much more than he expected. He wasn't sure how it would be, having Gale express interest in him. Yet Gale's touches have been so rare, so fleeting, that it means more to Astarion than simple lust and desire. It's a true and honest want. He reaches for Gale's hip without a thought, giving a gentle squeeze before tugging lightly, drawing Gale even closer. When Gale pulls away, Astarion chases his lips, murmuring against them in a heated whisper.]
I promise. But don't you dare stop until then.
[He leans in to emphasize the point with another kiss, matching the hunger he felt in Gale before.]
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I promise. But don't you dare stop until then.
[He leans in to emphasize the point with another kiss, matching the hunger he felt in Gale before.]