[There's words Astarion could say about that, about being Gale's equal, his partner, but they're easily silenced by the soothing heat of his lips. Astarion will let himself be drawn in, hooking one leg over Gale's to press them both flush against one another. He hasn't forgotten Gale's promise to indulge him, to treat him, and the thought of Gale lavishing him with attention where Astarion can keep eyes on him is quite appealing.
But he's getting ahead of himself. For now, he has their kiss, his lips tilted against Gale's, his tongue slipping between them to catch that faint taste of sweat from Gale's fevered skin.]
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But he's getting ahead of himself. For now, he has their kiss, his lips tilted against Gale's, his tongue slipping between them to catch that faint taste of sweat from Gale's fevered skin.]