[Until that moment, Gale had only flirted with the idea of how tantalizing Astarion's fangs would be on his neck in the throes of passion; he licks his lips, deciding the scratch of those pointed teeth along his skin will have to be enough for now. Nothing might kill the mood faster than a mouth full of foul blood. It is, however, something he can see the appeal in under the right circumstances - for himself just as much as Astarion.
He pulls in another breath, his chest rising as his hips quiver against Astarion's hand.]
I want all of you.
[The quivering gives way to an easy swaying, Gale's breath steadier.]
All that you will give me - all you will share with me.
[His other hand graces Astarion's cheek in a tender gesture; Gale wants Astarion to feel comfortable, loved, and assured his feelings will not change, no matter what comes of their night.]
I want to feel you against me. [Crimson burns under his eyes, but he doesn't sound shy about his next request:] In me.
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He pulls in another breath, his chest rising as his hips quiver against Astarion's hand.]
I want all of you.
[The quivering gives way to an easy swaying, Gale's breath steadier.]
All that you will give me - all you will share with me.
[His other hand graces Astarion's cheek in a tender gesture; Gale wants Astarion to feel comfortable, loved, and assured his feelings will not change, no matter what comes of their night.]
I want to feel you against me. [Crimson burns under his eyes, but he doesn't sound shy about his next request:] In me.