[And here Gale thought he might sit on the edge of the bath, just above the ledge to make things convenient for Astarion - but no, he surprises Gale instead by ducking right under the water. The wizard can't help but laugh at his candor, a smile splitting across his face as the blurry shape of Astarion closes in on him—
Oh. That laughter dies right in his throat as Astarion grips his hips, replaced by a choked, needy whine as he's hit all at once by the sensation of the vampire's mouth teasing his cock. Gale's already erect from the earlier stroking, the skin hot and sensitive - he has to lean back, his hands barely catching the outer ledge of the bath to hold him steady.]
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Oh. That laughter dies right in his throat as Astarion grips his hips, replaced by a choked, needy whine as he's hit all at once by the sensation of the vampire's mouth teasing his cock. Gale's already erect from the earlier stroking, the skin hot and sensitive - he has to lean back, his hands barely catching the outer ledge of the bath to hold him steady.]