[Gale has to compose himself after that squeeze, and it gives him just long enough to reflect on Astarion's words. As eager as he is to please his partner - and that has always been Gale's prerogative when it comes to intimacy - he realizes that Astarion is itching to take control. Moreover, it's important he be allowed to do so.
Gale nods, releasing them, a smile on his lips as he slides away, one hand trailing to those bruises on his neck.]
All right, then. [He finds himself almost lost in those eyes again - gods, Astarion is beautiful, the barest amount of color dusting his pale face, his hair looser, heavier from the steam.] I'm yours, however you'll have me.
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Gale nods, releasing them, a smile on his lips as he slides away, one hand trailing to those bruises on his neck.]
All right, then. [He finds himself almost lost in those eyes again - gods, Astarion is beautiful, the barest amount of color dusting his pale face, his hair looser, heavier from the steam.] I'm yours, however you'll have me.