[Gale is quiet a moment longer, trying to calm himself and realizing that might be an impossibility as Astarion toys with him, teases him, tests him. His legs spread a little farther on instinct, his whole body trembling with ripples of pain, each teetering on euphoria as his hips rock against the fingers within him; his face is afire, and though he wants more, he hasn't figured out just how to vocalize it yet.

And so he answers instead. He's sure he can handle answers, no matter how addled he is from the sparks of pleasure electrifying his veins. His body is a storm, a tempest waiting to land. How long he can wait is yet to be seen.]

That you would share yourself with me. [He gasps, shuddering, his muscles coiled as he grins through gritted teeth.] Not just body, but you.

[His body eases just a hair as he takes in another, deeper breath.]

No one has- ever made me feel like you. No one...

[He trails off as he buries his head in Astarion's shoulder once more, his voice soft, sincere, albeit strained between breaths.]

No one else would have... made the choice you did today. For me. For- for us.