[Oh, that's something he never thought he'd hear from Gale's lips. The profanity is delicious, and as soon as he hears it he wants more. When Gale stills, Astarion gets back to work, rubbing a small circle inside of him, testing the pressure so it's firm but not too hard. It's so good to hear him, to see him like this, to know that Astarion has him this way because of the love they share.]
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Tell me more, Gale Dekarios.