[It may not be what Gale wants, or what Astarion truly wants either, but the pleasant side effect of his years and years of practice in seduction means that when he does distance himself from it, when he lets instinct take control, he is very good at what he does. He meets Gale in the kiss, matching his pace before gently coaxing it deeper, urging Gale to taste him, to take more. His nails drag against the nape of Gale's neck with just the right amount of pressure. The hand at Gale's hip moves to the small of his back, urging him to close the distance that separates their bodies.]
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