[Even the briefest touch of Gale's fingers across Astarion's nipple is enough to startle a moan from him. He turns hungry in the kiss, pulling Gale to him like he means to devour him. It feels desperate, inelegant, but in the moment it's perfect. He knows he'll need to remove his shirt at some point in time, but he doesn't want to tear himself from Gale just yet.]
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