[He leaves another mark along Astarion's chest, kisses his sternum, slides his hand along the vampires ribs; his fingers dig into the muscles and skin he finds there. Leaving tender nips and soft embraces as he travels across Astarion's torso, Gale seeks to memorize his every contour through his lips. As his hand slides around his back, Gale feels the scars there, his fingertips running along them - it gives him an idea.
Working his way back up to Astarion's neck, he pulls away just enough to leave room between them, his hand at Astarion's side giving him a gentle tug, as though encouraging him to turn over.]
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[He leaves another mark along Astarion's chest, kisses his sternum, slides his hand along the vampires ribs; his fingers dig into the muscles and skin he finds there. Leaving tender nips and soft embraces as he travels across Astarion's torso, Gale seeks to memorize his every contour through his lips. As his hand slides around his back, Gale feels the scars there, his fingertips running along them - it gives him an idea.
Working his way back up to Astarion's neck, he pulls away just enough to leave room between them, his hand at Astarion's side giving him a gentle tug, as though encouraging him to turn over.]
Turn for me. Let me see your scars.