[Astarion gives a soft gasp against Gale's mouth, curling his fingers tighter in the hair at the nape of Gale's neck. He's not yet fully aroused, but the touch does stir him. His hand drags to the small of Gale's back, nails digging in to soft flesh. After a moment's thought he presses harder, all but pulling Gale into his lap.]
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