[Though he feels the brush of the towel against his hardening length as the fabric slips away, Gale can hardly focus on anything but how deeply, passionately Astarion is kissing him - and how desperate he is to answer in kind. He parts for a breath, but barely gets one before he returns to Astarion's lips, his own flush with color.
He gets another chance as Astarion touches the line of his thigh, his cool skin sending a gentle shudder through Gale, like a chilly breeze in the evening air. The smile it remains as he retreats to Astarion's mouth, still hungry for his embrace. His hand on Astarion's thigh slides up his back to the middle, his touch tentative, but encouraging.]
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He gets another chance as Astarion touches the line of his thigh, his cool skin sending a gentle shudder through Gale, like a chilly breeze in the evening air. The smile it remains as he retreats to Astarion's mouth, still hungry for his embrace. His hand on Astarion's thigh slides up his back to the middle, his touch tentative, but encouraging.]