[Astarion gives a soft laugh, leaning down to press himself to Gale again. His lips and teeth find the side of Gale's throat, nipping at him. He's careful of his fangs to not draw blood, but sharp enough to leave a mark. Meanwhile his hands are back a Gale's sides, his chest, soaking up the flushed heat of his body.]
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[Astarion gives a soft laugh, leaning down to press himself to Gale again. His lips and teeth find the side of Gale's throat, nipping at him. He's careful of his fangs to not draw blood, but sharp enough to leave a mark. Meanwhile his hands are back a Gale's sides, his chest, soaking up the flushed heat of his body.]
And here I thought I'd worn you down earlier...