[Yes, Astarion, he feels that. He feels it as it vibrates through his cock and into his groin, in his hips and spine and all the way up to his abdomen. The sensation rattles throughout the rest of him, manifesting as tremors in his hands and a lustful, desperate gasp. The light from the orb shines vibrantly above the water, illuminating the room in a violet glow, reflecting off the tiles to paint the walls in vivid patterns.
It only briefly occurs to him that as a vampire, Astarion doesn't need to come up for air - that he can simply stay down there until he's finished with Gale, who is utterly at his mercy until then. It's a thought that passes as quickly as it arrives, that brilliant mind of his immediately elsewhere as he fights - and fails - to silence himself once more.
He pulls in a few breaths, trying to center himself.]
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It only briefly occurs to him that as a vampire, Astarion doesn't need to come up for air - that he can simply stay down there until he's finished with Gale, who is utterly at his mercy until then. It's a thought that passes as quickly as it arrives, that brilliant mind of his immediately elsewhere as he fights - and fails - to silence himself once more.
He pulls in a few breaths, trying to center himself.]
Astaaahrion...