[Gale shivers as Astarion says his name, his spine arcing as Astarion claws against it, but does not slow in his ministrations. If anything, it just makes him work harder, his thumb dancing playfully over the head of his partner's cock.]

If I cannot express through Weave or words how you make me feel, then let me show you through service. Through devotion.

[He presses a kiss to Astarion's collarbone, another to his neck.]