[That squeeze makes him gasp, that roll lodging the air in his throat. Gale is red in the face, sweat glistening on his skin, the orb humming with undeniable arousal that speaks volumes of how he's feeling below the belt...
And yet, he stops. He didn't like that pause, the practice tone of the purr in his ear. Yes, it's Astarion, but it's not the Astarion he wants. Rather than the man he loves, the one who roared in rage and lashed out at his siblings with a fire that could rival the sun, he sounds too close to who he was when he was initially trying to seduce Gale, all honeyed words with no true feeling behind them.
Gale leans back to sit on his heels, his hand coming to rest on Astarion's knee.]
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And yet, he stops. He didn't like that pause, the practice tone of the purr in his ear. Yes, it's Astarion, but it's not the Astarion he wants. Rather than the man he loves, the one who roared in rage and lashed out at his siblings with a fire that could rival the sun, he sounds too close to who he was when he was initially trying to seduce Gale, all honeyed words with no true feeling behind them.
Gale leans back to sit on his heels, his hand coming to rest on Astarion's knee.]
We should stop.