[And more he'll get. Gale feels that arousal and adjusts his leg between Astarion's thighs accordingly, pressing it against the vampire's crotch and allowing friction to do the rest for now. He calls the barest amount of magic to his hands, a spark of energy that's just enough to tingle when pressed to the skin; though Astarion may love Gale without his magic, he does enjoy using it to create a more... electrifying experience in the bedroom.
He'll be keeping that pun to himself, though. He doesn't want to kill the mood (again), not when he's stealing ravenous kisses from his lover, feeling the ache of carnal yearning for himself.]
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He'll be keeping that pun to himself, though. He doesn't want to kill the mood (again), not when he's stealing ravenous kisses from his lover, feeling the ache of carnal yearning for himself.]