[Astarion's efforts are rewarded, as Gale's self-assessment of being 'unfortunately indiscreet' proves entirely accurate: the longer they are tangled together in the throes of passion, the more sound the wizard makes as he simply cannot contain himself.
A quiet whine escapes Gale first as Astarion threads his fingers through his hair, the chestnut and peppered strands clinging to his pale fingers; there's a heady gasp pulled through his nose as the vampire groans into him, the sound reverberating through his entire body. As he's pressed closer, Gale adjusts his hips accordingly, and finds himself unable to stifle the resulting moan - the slight change in position allows Astarion to advance further, and Gale's hips buck instinctually in reply. He has no hope of replicating the practiced perfection Astarion offers, particularly when a second, louder moan forces its way from his lips.
And yet, rather than be mired in embarrassment, Gale laughs with joy, unbridled and unabashed. His abdomen feels tight against Astarion's full length within him; he's so sure he'll combust from the head radiating off his skin. Exhilaration sets in as Gale rocks again, slowly this time, finding the rhythm with his partner as further hums and groans fill the air. As he climbs toward the precipice of release, he bites it back - he doesn't want this to end.]
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A quiet whine escapes Gale first as Astarion threads his fingers through his hair, the chestnut and peppered strands clinging to his pale fingers; there's a heady gasp pulled through his nose as the vampire groans into him, the sound reverberating through his entire body. As he's pressed closer, Gale adjusts his hips accordingly, and finds himself unable to stifle the resulting moan - the slight change in position allows Astarion to advance further, and Gale's hips buck instinctually in reply. He has no hope of replicating the practiced perfection Astarion offers, particularly when a second, louder moan forces its way from his lips.
And yet, rather than be mired in embarrassment, Gale laughs with joy, unbridled and unabashed. His abdomen feels tight against Astarion's full length within him; he's so sure he'll combust from the head radiating off his skin. Exhilaration sets in as Gale rocks again, slowly this time, finding the rhythm with his partner as further hums and groans fill the air. As he climbs toward the precipice of release, he bites it back - he doesn't want this to end.]