[There's an amused huff of breath from Astarion as he moves to his back. Propped up on the pillows like this, their positions from earlier are completely reversed. It's comforting in a way he doesn't have much time to examine before Gale's lips become thoroughly distracting.
He lets his back arch into each touch, urging Gale on. His wizard is so lovely like this, bent to his work, the flush of his cheeks a warm contrast to the pale canvas of Astarion's skin.]
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He lets his back arch into each touch, urging Gale on. His wizard is so lovely like this, bent to his work, the flush of his cheeks a warm contrast to the pale canvas of Astarion's skin.]