[It's astoundingly easy for Gale to be swept up in Astarion's affection, in his kisses, his caresses, and even the way he entangles their legs together, allowing their frames to entwine as their lips do. His tongue chases Astarion's as his pulse picks up again, excitement careening through the bloodloss. He hasn't forgotten how he wanted to treat his hero tonight, either.
No kisses to his scars, and no massages, though. Gale can work within the stipulations. There are plenty of ways he hopes to show Astarion a good time.
He starts with the kisses, leaving them long and lingering, taking his time with them as he cups Astarion's face in his hands, letting his fingers brush the shell of his pointed ears. There's a touch of magic in his fingertips, the barest flicker of energy to entice the senses.]
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No kisses to his scars, and no massages, though. Gale can work within the stipulations. There are plenty of ways he hopes to show Astarion a good time.
He starts with the kisses, leaving them long and lingering, taking his time with them as he cups Astarion's face in his hands, letting his fingers brush the shell of his pointed ears. There's a touch of magic in his fingertips, the barest flicker of energy to entice the senses.]