[Astarion laughs, a breathless, heady sound. He turns his neck to offer more to Gale, well and fully fucking into the tight circle of his hand now. When he answers, his voice is half a moan, delighted and intoxicated.]
I think you did quite well with words before.
[His hand at Gale's spine draws down to the cleft of his ass, his palm smoothing over the curve of it so he can get a nice handful to squeeze]
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I think you did quite well with words before.
[His hand at Gale's spine draws down to the cleft of his ass, his palm smoothing over the curve of it so he can get a nice handful to squeeze]
But I promised--to make you sing.