[There's half a second where Gale's wine-addled mind considers trying to maneuver himself to press Astarion into the cushions, but by the time he thinks of it, Astarion is already crawling over him and Gale is stealing his umpteenth kiss, his hands sliding up from the vest to Astarion's neck, then further to cup his cheeks.
As he fights to stifle a groan that's making its way out of him, he nips Astarion's lower lip in the process, and parts just long enough to murmur an apology.]
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As he fights to stifle a groan that's making its way out of him, he nips Astarion's lower lip in the process, and parts just long enough to murmur an apology.]