[Gale tries to hold Astarion's gaze for as long as possible, but finds it a challenge as the vampire's tongue toys with the head of his cock, maneuvering it with a well-practiced deftness. His mouth is warm, even more so than it had been in the fine baths of The Hissing Stones. For as enamored with Astarion as Gale thought he'd been, he'd had no idea then the depths his devotion could reach.]
What delights I offer are yours, and yours alone.
[He bites deeper into his lower lip as he tries to control his breathing, his hand slipping into Astarion's hair, fingers gently gripping his slivery curls.]
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What delights I offer are yours, and yours alone.
[He bites deeper into his lower lip as he tries to control his breathing, his hand slipping into Astarion's hair, fingers gently gripping his slivery curls.]