[Every moment that passes, every heartbeat of Gale's that Astarion feels against his chest leaves him feeling more present, more confident in himself. He tangles his hand in Gale's hair as he returns the kiss with just as much passion, groaning openly against Gale's mouth with the pleasing heat of Gale's body giving way beneath him.
His body knows these motions well enough, but with Gale this time it's different, it's somehow something more. Each sound of pleasure he pulls from Gale's lips goes straight to his heart, warming him from within. He chases them, seeking, moving their bodies together so that each press of his hips can draw more of those wonderful sounds from the man beneath him.]
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His body knows these motions well enough, but with Gale this time it's different, it's somehow something more. Each sound of pleasure he pulls from Gale's lips goes straight to his heart, warming him from within. He chases them, seeking, moving their bodies together so that each press of his hips can draw more of those wonderful sounds from the man beneath him.]