[Astarion's moan reverberates through Gale's member all the way up his spine. The heat of Astarion's mouth, the drag of his lips, and slight feeling of fangs brushing against the sides of his cock - the stimulation is enough to push a whine from the back of his throat.
Gale does his best to hold them in, but the vocalizations keep coming, escaping him one by one: a low groan as he shifts his back, his fingers twitching against Astarion's scalp; a short moan as his foot slides on the bed, failing to get traction; an uneven gasp as he feels the tightness of his erection, what blood he has in him redirected southward. He brushes his free hand through his hair, his palm landing on his forehead as chestnut strands cling to his fingers - he feels hot and cold at the same time, sweating and shivering and lightheaded all at once.
And yet, if his smile and the heavy, ragged breath that lumbers from his throat are any indication, he's still enjoying himself.]
Holidays, please calm down. :(
Gale does his best to hold them in, but the vocalizations keep coming, escaping him one by one: a low groan as he shifts his back, his fingers twitching against Astarion's scalp; a short moan as his foot slides on the bed, failing to get traction; an uneven gasp as he feels the tightness of his erection, what blood he has in him redirected southward. He brushes his free hand through his hair, his palm landing on his forehead as chestnut strands cling to his fingers - he feels hot and cold at the same time, sweating and shivering and lightheaded all at once.
And yet, if his smile and the heavy, ragged breath that lumbers from his throat are any indication, he's still enjoying himself.]