[Gale's hand tightens as Astarion's closes on it, his breath hitching as he starts to lose himself in sensation. He presses his forehead to Astarion's shoulder, his other hand sliding along his back, feeling the scars that lie there.]
We'll have to, ah. Maneuver a bit for that. And this feels so good at the moment, being right here.
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We'll have to, ah. Maneuver a bit for that. And this feels so good at the moment, being right here.