[Gale's smile returns, one bearing all the signs of a man utterly smitten: it touches his eyes, colors his entire expression, seeps into his very bones the moment it crosses him. His hand fondles that swell, caressing it, rolling it underneath his palm as he rocks in tandem against Astarion's thigh, encouraging his own erection before even removing their clothes. Astarion's body is perfect - far more so than his own, softer one - but Gale doesn't need it in sight to find him irresistible.
He makes his way down Astarion's neck once more; however, he's slow in his journey this time, pressing both tantalizing kisses and salacious confessions into his jawline, down his throat, to his shoulder. He pulls the neck of that fine shirt to rest unevenly, giving him more access to the vampire's collarbones.
He pulls away just long enough for words.]
Loath as I am to part from you, I believe it's time to remove that shirt. And maybe some other things.
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He makes his way down Astarion's neck once more; however, he's slow in his journey this time, pressing both tantalizing kisses and salacious confessions into his jawline, down his throat, to his shoulder. He pulls the neck of that fine shirt to rest unevenly, giving him more access to the vampire's collarbones.
He pulls away just long enough for words.]
Loath as I am to part from you, I believe it's time to remove that shirt. And maybe some other things.