[No, Astarion certainly does not want a mouthful of bile in the middle of this. But it is a thought to file away for later, should they free Gale from the orb, or if they can find some sort of alchemical solution for the taste of his blood. Being unable to taste his blood also doesn't stop Astarion from turning to the hand at his cheek and swiping his tongue against Gale's wrist to taste sweat, or from drawing that skin between his teeth in a bruising kiss.]

I want to take you. To feel you around me. Gods, but you are such an enticing creature. The sounds you make, my dearest.

[He emphasizes those words with a lazy stroke to Gale's length before dropping his hand down, cradling his balls in hand before probing his fingertips lower to seek the tight hole of Gale's entrance]