[Astarion tilts his head for Gale, answering him with Gale's name whispered on a sigh. Gale may have his hesitations about grinding into him, but Astarion has none at the moment. He gives a lazy roll of his hips up against Gale's body once he moves closer, just so Gale can feel his arousal. The pressure at Gale's back moves lower, Astarion's palm sliding easily over the curve of his ass.]
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