[Astarion lifts his hips just a little more to aid Gale in slipping his pants down and closer to off. The hand at Gale's ass gives a soft squeeze, he'll want these off too before long. It takes a moment, perhaps a beat too long, before he responds when Gale speaks. He turns, nosing against Gale's hair, his voice a low and sultry purr.]
It's more than all right, darling. Go on. Touch me.
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It's more than all right, darling. Go on. Touch me.