[Gale has approximately one second to both realize what Astarion is thinking and give him a worried look before the vampire sets himself loose, attacking Gale from several angles. The sensation of his cock hitting the roof of Astarion's throat almost draws a moan from him; he bites his hand until it nearly bleeds as a pale hand climbs his chest, teasing him. He manages to swallow it all down, his toes curling, his free hand griping the comforter beneath him as though it would save him.]
We did, Karlach, both here and ah fine! We're just- resting.
[He bites harder on his hand, his teeth leaving imprints on his knuckles. Unfortunately, his manners get the better of him at the worst time.]
Thank you for hhhhhhhh gods—!
[That finger entering him was more than he could handle. This might be the end for him as he finally dies from embarrassment.]
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We did, Karlach, both here and ah fine! We're just- resting.
[He bites harder on his hand, his teeth leaving imprints on his knuckles. Unfortunately, his manners get the better of him at the worst time.]
Thank you for hhhhhhhh gods—!
[That finger entering him was more than he could handle. This might be the end for him as he finally dies from embarrassment.]