[Having anticipated Astarion might decline, Gale finds himself a hair surprised when he does otherwise - visibly, but delightfully so. His smile warms even more.]
Then allow me.
[He leans off his elbow to kiss at Astarion's neck, his hand slipping around the pale muscles on his side to his back to guide him to lie on his stomach. Though prepared to change course if there's even a hint of protest — his comfort is what matters, after all — Gale takes it nice and slow, hoping that still retaining some degree of control will keep his partner's mind at ease.
He just wants to massage those shoulders and kiss those scars, if he's allowed. It's been a thought that hasn't left him, apparently.]
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Then allow me.
[He leans off his elbow to kiss at Astarion's neck, his hand slipping around the pale muscles on his side to his back to guide him to lie on his stomach. Though prepared to change course if there's even a hint of protest — his comfort is what matters, after all — Gale takes it nice and slow, hoping that still retaining some degree of control will keep his partner's mind at ease.
He just wants to massage those shoulders and kiss those scars, if he's allowed. It's been a thought that hasn't left him, apparently.]