[Gale's visible delight does make this easier. Even if Gale's indulging him, he wants to know the wizard's getting something out of it.
Astarion stretches his neck in offering to Gale's lips, giving a breathy little moan of encouragement before he feels the hand at his side. He slips over on the bed without a thought, but as Gale urges him to his stomach he feels himself tense, his gaze quickly flicking to find his lover's eyes.]
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Astarion stretches his neck in offering to Gale's lips, giving a breathy little moan of encouragement before he feels the hand at his side. He slips over on the bed without a thought, but as Gale urges him to his stomach he feels himself tense, his gaze quickly flicking to find his lover's eyes.]
Dearest—what did you have in mind?