[There is nothing else quite like the sound of Gale's laughter or the touch of his hands. Astarion turns his head into his fingers, not unlike a cat seeking affection.]
I certainly don't recall hearing any protests from your lips, dearest.
[He moves just enough to press a kiss to Gale's palm, nuzzling against it. After a moment's consideration, he presses himself up, slipping up the length of Gale's body to press a kiss to his lips, momentarily distracted from his arousal.]
But if Karlach is to be our distraction, I dare say that discretion may not be her first order of business.
[Yet his voice is full of fondness. Astarion understands Karlach in ways he's sure that the others in their party can't, and it doesn't take much to know that she's hardly tactful when it comes to matters of lust and desire.]
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I certainly don't recall hearing any protests from your lips, dearest.
[He moves just enough to press a kiss to Gale's palm, nuzzling against it. After a moment's consideration, he presses himself up, slipping up the length of Gale's body to press a kiss to his lips, momentarily distracted from his arousal.]
But if Karlach is to be our distraction, I dare say that discretion may not be her first order of business.
[Yet his voice is full of fondness. Astarion understands Karlach in ways he's sure that the others in their party can't, and it doesn't take much to know that she's hardly tactful when it comes to matters of lust and desire.]