[Gale presses himself into Astarion's hands, both that at his cheek and further down, a shiver running down his spine. Embarrassing as his vocalizations may be (no matter how much their companions already know about their relationship), Gale has to admit that the thought of Astarion wanting the others to know has always had a certain charm to it - like he's proud he has staked his claim on the wizard, and wants everyone to hear the noise so they know just how much pleasure he lavishes upon him.
And oh, does Astarion lavish when he has half a mind to. Gale nods in reply, pressing another hungering kiss to Astarion's lips, a barely restrained rumble building in his chest.]
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And oh, does Astarion lavish when he has half a mind to. Gale nods in reply, pressing another hungering kiss to Astarion's lips, a barely restrained rumble building in his chest.]