[Astarion looks up at him, his lips bruised and flushed from their kissing. He doesn't need to breathe, but he draws in a breath regardless, trapped by Gale's gaze, the utter adoration in his eyes, before he shifts, dragging his shirt off with practiced ease.]
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[Astarion looks up at him, his lips bruised and flushed from their kissing. He doesn't need to breathe, but he draws in a breath regardless, trapped by Gale's gaze, the utter adoration in his eyes, before he shifts, dragging his shirt off with practiced ease.]