[Astarion will never tire of drawing these reactions from Gale. He could spend a lifetime mapping the different touches that leave the wizard undone and squirming beneath him. It's such a heady rush to have found this again, to reclaim this part of himself, and the promise of more ways to carve out his own life is all the more alluring.]
Mmh, that is a thought, isn't it? We shall have to find some way to pass the time...
[He drops a kiss over the healing fang marks on Gale's neck, then lower, mouthing against his collarbone with teeth and tongue. His hand finds the hem of Gale's pants, his thumb brushing against the soft jut of his hip bone.]
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Mmh, that is a thought, isn't it? We shall have to find some way to pass the time...
[He drops a kiss over the healing fang marks on Gale's neck, then lower, mouthing against his collarbone with teeth and tongue. His hand finds the hem of Gale's pants, his thumb brushing against the soft jut of his hip bone.]