[As that groan and gasp pass into Gale through their lips, he can't help but smile widely, brightly before being drawn back in. He wants Astarion to feel all he can offer outside the Weave, what tantalizing new experiences they could have should they bond through it like the deities they deserve to be.
And yet, he can't say he isn't enjoying just being grounded to the mortal realm, to the sensations his physical body has to offer - and be given in turn. Astarion is the first person he's been with since Mystra; he's forgotten what it's like to be loved, cherished in such a way. And he knows Astarion's history. He deserves better, and Gale is determined to give it to him, however he can.
His hand beneath Astarion's shirt presses to his chest, massaging the muscles there, fingers dancing briefly across his nipple. He keeps his thigh steady, letting Astarion roll against it - and he finds himself doing the same to Astarion's thigh between his own legs, heat building in his abdomen.]
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And yet, he can't say he isn't enjoying just being grounded to the mortal realm, to the sensations his physical body has to offer - and be given in turn. Astarion is the first person he's been with since Mystra; he's forgotten what it's like to be loved, cherished in such a way. And he knows Astarion's history. He deserves better, and Gale is determined to give it to him, however he can.
His hand beneath Astarion's shirt presses to his chest, massaging the muscles there, fingers dancing briefly across his nipple. He keeps his thigh steady, letting Astarion roll against it - and he finds himself doing the same to Astarion's thigh between his own legs, heat building in his abdomen.]