[The hint of pain at his back draws Gale closer; he chuckles softly, barely above a whisper as he revels in feeling wanted, needed.
He takes that pull as an invitation, slipping one leg around Astarion's side along the ledge, the other folding over the vampire's thigh. Their cocks brush one another at their proximity, neither fully erect - not yet.
Sliding his hand between them, Gale starts working Astarion, his fingers tightening around the delicate skin of his shaft as he gives it a series of encouraging strokes.]
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He takes that pull as an invitation, slipping one leg around Astarion's side along the ledge, the other folding over the vampire's thigh. Their cocks brush one another at their proximity, neither fully erect - not yet.
Sliding his hand between them, Gale starts working Astarion, his fingers tightening around the delicate skin of his shaft as he gives it a series of encouraging strokes.]