[Having arched his neck to offer as much of it to Astarion as possible, the vampire can no doubt feel the way Gale's throat trembles as he sucks in a longer breath; he's managing to keep relatively quiet for now, but his hand on Astarion's back curls against his pale skin, nails raking along those ritual scars. The wizard's hips move of their own accord: they twitch, rocking gently toward Astarion's hand, aching for more of his touch.
Gale nods belatedly, as though that question needed an answer; he's sure Astarion can see how he feels.]
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Gale nods belatedly, as though that question needed an answer; he's sure Astarion can see how he feels.]
If I may... I want- more of you.