[Ah, yes, Gale does need to breathe. Astarion breaks the kiss after a few more moments, nuzzling softly against Gale's cheek as he nips at the corner of his lips. He draws in a ragged breath himself so he can give a low groan against the heat of Gale's skin.]
Gods, you are wonderful.
[He puts both hands to the soft skin of Gale's stomach, sliding them up until he's palming against the flesh of his chest. He shifts his knee forward, teasing it against the line of Gale's erection.]
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Gods, you are wonderful.
[He puts both hands to the soft skin of Gale's stomach, sliding them up until he's palming against the flesh of his chest. He shifts his knee forward, teasing it against the line of Gale's erection.]